My self introduction

Hi everyone...I forgot the most basic thing when starting to blog...I forgot to introduce myself...ok..here goes...my name is Rashmi...Rashmi Raghavan...some people would insist that I be called Rashmi Naveen owing to the fact that I got married to Naveen 2 years ago...but no. I am still Rashmi Raghavan and I intend to remain the same till the day I die. I may have considered changing my name had he changed his name from Naveen Mangalath to Naveen Rashmi...I say I may have considered, but in all honesty I can confess I wouldn't have done it even then...I like my name...everyone knows me as Rashmi Raghavan..and I have never been able to understand why anyone would want to change a name they have carried around for more than a quarter of a century...does that mean that the life you had before your wedding day ceases to exist from this day forth. I feel our ancestors were very wise...They never changed their names, be it male or female...my grandmother, to this day carries her family name proudly, even after some 55 years of marriage, inspite of having no roots left in that branch of the family...its a pity that the matriarchal lineage that Kerala families follow is slowly becoming obsolete, it was and still is a unique system and probably invented centuries ago with reverence to the importance of the feminine...oh no..I did it again....a whole paragraph just to tell my name...

Ok to continue with my intro,...I was born and brought up in Bahrain...a tiny island in the Arabian Gulf..but my roots and my patriotism lies in a tiny place called Irakkavu in Pullad, Thiruvalla in Kerala, India...oops..long address...that's where my mother was born and brought up and where my family has roots centuries old...its what my husband would call a godforsaken place cut off from the rest of the world...and sure it is...mobile phones don't have range there, the T.V. cable is down most of the time, very frequent electricity power failures, and the worst thing...no public transport, either you have your own vehicle or you walk half an hour to catch a bus or find an autorikshaw...but I still love the place..it has an old world charm..lots of greenery, no polluting vehicles, grazing cows in the field, gossiping people with lots of time on their hands and these are people with 50 to 60 years of shared history among them...I still feel amazed at that...some of them have never left that tiny place in their entire lives...I know for a fact that I couldn't have lived like that on a permanent basis..as a visitor or as someone viewing it from the outside, life in Irakkavu is straight out of a story book, sublime and lovely...

Ok at this rate I am not going to finish my intro...so I am going to finish the rest of it in the next couple of lines...I am 27 years old, an architect by profession, have been married for 2 years, to another architect...we both work here for different consultancies, we have a nice little apartment here in Bahrain..oh maybe I should post some pictures of my home..come to think of it, maybe I should post a lot of pictures of my life..well..later..that requires a little more effort than just typing away to glory when I am supposed to be working...that reminds me..I have to get back to work..don't you think I have wasted enough company time for today...did I finish introducing myself?? Oh that's enough....there really is nothing else about boring old me..

so my blogs are going to be just insights into my less than colourful life....