Mrs. Sharma

Blog of a designer, unshakable optimist, enthusiastic cook & non-Indian Indian wife, sharing stories.

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  • Support system

    Enjoying story? First thing in the morning Jaya rushes to get dry laundry from our terrace, later arranging it in the bedroom. When she’s doing jharu-pocha, I sort and pack clothes for ironing in a special bedcover. Mr. Sharma goes through his mails, lazily sipping coffee on the sofa, I retire to the bathroom and get ready for office, letting home work happen side-by-side. We leave that bundle with disheveled garments in the car boot. Rafik, our driver, would give it to istriwala later and get it back by the end of the day. The office watchman greets us, grinning, ready to assist when we park. Yammu, our senior assistant, always picks up an apartment electricity bill. Working with Sudhir for last twenty years, he diligently helps in office and at home. Every time I call him, like a Genie in the bottle, when I can’t manage on my own, – be it pigeons in the balcony, broken pressure cooker or framing of photographs. Unlike Ukraine, where you get things done on your own, in India, there are people around to help. Over the years every family and business build their support system, which is like a net, – when … The post Support system appeared first on Mrs. Sharma. […]

  • From Ukraine to India: Mrs. Sharma

    Enjoying story? Hi! I’m Marianna. A designer, unshakable optimist, enthusiastic cook & non-Indian Indian wife. A born-and-raised Kyiv girl with keen interest in spirituality, miraculously turned Pune dweller years back. 1. Why did you move abroad? I never thought I could live without picturesque hills, snowy Christmases and jazzy summer nights of Kyiv. But love won over my childhood attachments. And that was love at the first sight. I was eager to visit India and meet my guru. After two years of raja yoga and multiple precautions from friends who’ve been there, I boarded plane to Delhi. All those stories about crossing Indian road, garbage on the streets, getting lost in railway station, where trains are never on time, made me nervous and excited. Amidst exotic chaos of Indian reality I surprisingly felt at home. And deep down inside I knew I’ll be back. When following autumn design internship opportunity turned up, I packed my bags without thinking twice. And that was the beginning of my Indian story. 2. How do you make a living? I currently help husband in his brand consulting business. With my background in marketing and design it became a perfect match of personal life and … The post From Ukraine to India: Mrs. Sharma appeared first on Mrs. Sharma. […]

  • For the Love of Raj Kapoor

    Enjoying story? On sunny December morning Mr. Sharma and I went to Mumbai for lunch with my friend’s mom from Kyiv. Heading to Russian Centre of Science and Culture, I enjoyed Sea Link drive and busyness of Peddar road. Mrs. Svetlana appeared at the gate in elegant ankle length dress, hiding behind the bags of Roshen sweets. Her icy blue eyes were sparkling with girlish excitement carefully disguised by delicate demeanour. Hugging and chit-chatting we headed to The Trident. Besides great dining and the sea view, it was a quiet cosy place to talk. After thai lunch at India Jones we were enjoying afternoon coffee at the lounge upstairs. Mrs. Svetlana gazed at rustling palms along the Marine Drive arc, telling about her visit to India. She arrived to Mumbai with Russian actress Ksenia Riabinkina ho had played the trapeze artist in “Mera Naam Joker” (1970) to join Raj Kapoor’s family and friends on the day of his 92nd birthday. Fascinated I was eager to hear her story. Svetlana Roshchenko, whose career in government, commercial and joint-stock organisations spanned for decades, founded International Cultural Relations Association few years back. Following her childhood dream she authored and co-produced documentary “Raj Kapoor. … The post For the Love of Raj Kapoor appeared first on Mrs. Sharma. […]

  • Indian Christmas

    Enjoying story? There was no snowy wonderland and “Jingle Bells” this year. My Christmas came on a cool breezy morning with bright sunshine of Indian winter. I could feel it among the palm trees while walking in the garden, and in sounds of traffic wafting from afar. It’s our first Christmas at home together. The living room is lit with garlands, fir-tree is shining with gold and silver balls; bhindi is chopped, rajma is soaked, roasted masala is ground and stored in air tight box. A little magic in the kitchen – and all is set for family dinner, culminating two-week long preparation. Contemplating Christmas in India was the strange yet captivating idea. The only thing I knew for sure, – there’s no way we celebrate it without a Christmas tree, the very first for Mr. Sharma and first for me in India. I’ve scoured Home Town, Archies and multiple nurseries searching for perfect fir. Lacking time and patience, I’ve ended my tree-hunting in Amazon. Along with 5 feet plastic beauty, I bought star-top, glittery balls, tied bows, pinecones, and lights. My only hope was (fingers crossed) that tree would resemble the one on the product picture. I didn’t consider … The post Indian Christmas appeared first on Mrs. Sharma. […]

  • Culture differences

    Enjoying story? “Something I can help you with?” – Mr. Sharma peeped into the kitchen when i was rolling chapati. “You can make green tea, – i replied, – just boil water in the kettle and pour it over tea leaves.” Imagine my surprise, when I caught sight of glass teapot on gas stove, passing by few minutes later. “No, no, no, no, no! – I muttered lost for words, – no need to boil water on the stove like for Indian chai. Simply steep tea leaves in hot water from electric kettle!” Culture means so many things that are taken for granted. For Sudhir – tea is always boiled, for me – always brewed in warm water. And all these years in India didn’t help me guess he would boil green tea. Mastering the balance of cultural differences is the key to a happy life abroad. I still learn bridging those invisible gaps between me and my husband, family, society. Our marriage brought together salient hodgepodge of religions, food and languages. Similarly role of expat exposed subtler differences confusing and discomforting at times. All these are blessings in disguise. I’ll talk about obvious and non obvious blessings of mine. … The post Culture differences appeared first on Mrs. Sharma. […]

  • Solitude

    Enjoying story? Avocado-green melamine plate and spoon are left in the sink for Jaya to wash. It’s 9 am, half an hour as office started, and she’s not around yet. Dressed up, I sink into sofa, sipping green tea from ‘I love you Paris’ mug. Ten minutes later our melodious bell rings. I let Jaya in, going through my Facebook timeline. From our Marathi-Hinglish chit-chat I get the latest news about her husband, children and neighbours on the third floor. Once bustling daily cleaning is done, I’m finally free to leave for office. I pack three bags and laundry for ironing into the boot, start the car along with my ‘amour du jour’ – Nat King Cole’s ‘Just you, Just Me’. Five-minute drive and my day in office starts. In meanwhile Mr. Sharma attends Industrial Design Conference in Hangzhou. I went to drop him off at Pune airport late Sunday afternoon. “Do all what you’re not getting time for!”, – he said, giving me a hug. I returned home, contemplating. Our time with Sudhir is always action. If we’re not in office, we’re at parents’ place or meeting someone, or driving somewhere, or watching movie, or shopping. Hardly once or twice … The post Solitude appeared first on Mrs. Sharma. […]