Puppy Endings

It takes an overwhelming moment to kick you out of a self-imposed reverie. Of late, things have been moving pretty fast and with the multitasking slowly affecting my health, it has been a crazy start to this year. Not that I am complaining, but there are some things that I miss so much. I miss staying up late and gobbling an entire book just because it is tough to keep it down; I miss watching back to back episodes of F.R.I.E.N.D.S. and How I Met Your Mother; I miss the smell of the musty watercolor paint box when I start painting; I miss the sane life. Unfortunately, there is not much I can do about it so the dull ache of memories is a constant companion.

Lately, I had something to look forward to - the friendly street dog had given birth to a puppy and was the cynosure of all eyes. Everyone would lean out of the window and watch with excitement as the puppy first opened his eyes, took the first steps and after a few days, bounced around happily.

The windows which had watched its progress each day now started dropping little pieces of biscuits, bread and  fish bones. The enterprising young kid in the building finally gave it a name - Guddu. It became a weekend ritual for me to go downstairs and sit besides him while he went around his daily activity of toppling over the water saucer, dig the lawn and look longingly at the windows for his treat.


Then one fine day, he disappeared. Guddu's mother's howls all night were a constant reminder of the pain and loss. It goes without saying that I was very upset by this turn of events; it felt as if every good thing in the world is meant to be temporary, ultimately meant to leave you with memories that would sustain happiness only for as long as your optimism lasts.


While I was contemplating putting up his picture on Facebook in case anyone spotted him, a familiar yelp had me rushing to the window. And there he was, looking upwards with a limp foot, a few scratches but the same bright eyes staring back at me. The milk-soaked bread came out, so did the biscuits and the water. So did our emotions of elation at seeing Guddu back with us. Good things being temporary is not always a bad thing, I suppose. They stay around us long enough to miss them when they are gone and realize what we will miss if we continue to make the same mistakes.

For now, it is all celebrations around me. The doctor has assured us it is not a fracture and Guddu is on the path to recovery. Here are the pics of the little tyke who made me write this post and update the blog after two long months :) It was a puppy ending after all.

Make a Bucket List - Check.

It is that time of the year when I draw up a bucket list. I usually choose this time because the hullabaloo surrounding the New Year would have died down( along with some resolutions) and you are in a better position to judge what actually is feasible and what not. There is a difference between a resolution and a dream- the former seems realizable in near future with some efforts whereas the latter requires you to go full steam such that it results in a 360 degree makeover of your life.

Enough ranting, with this I present to you my bucket list in no particular order:

*cheers, whistles and drum-rolls for effect*

1. Relearn driving

A gap of few months was enough to wipe out my driving skills off my semi-amnesic memory. Over the past few months, it has always been a choice between sleep and driving lessons and it is no surprise who scores here. I need to pull myself off the bed, grab the keys and burn the roads, baby!

2. Visit Goa

I am tired of liking friends' albums while I secretly envy them for being able to visit the place. I know it is over-hyped, overpriced and over-touristy, but the thought of sinking your feet in wet sand and soaking up the sun is too irresistible.

3. Learn a dance form

It has been years since I gave up competitive dancing and consequently the only healthy activity in my lifestyle. True, I let my hair down at parties, marriages and visarjans (basically any place offering an excuse to shake a leg) but I always have the regret that I never learnt any particular dance form. Salsa and contemporary has caught my fancy lately and I cannot get to wait started.

4. Learn a musical instrument

It is rather shameful that I am surrounded by talented musician friends who play piano, guitar, violin, flute, mouth organ and what not.Some of their craze for music has rubbed off on me and I hope to get started on one musical instrument, although I am still in a state of deliberation over the choice of instrument. Help me here, will you?

5. Watch a cricket match at the stadium

Yeah, I am yet to do that. I want to scream my lungs out and smear tricolor on my face and post crazy pictures on Facebook(Nowadays, the only reason we click is to share them on Facebook :D).

6. Wardrobe overhaul

It is true that my erm.. weight issues restrict the kind of clothes I wear but I am bored of my predictable,somewhat safe style of dressing. A dash of colour and a generous sprinkling of style is what I am looking for which means again I have to move out of my comfort zone.

7. Badminton

I have played the game for hours in my summer vacations when the building folks would gather to play under a mango tree and how racquets, sandals and what-not got entangled in the branches in a bid to rescue to shuttlecock.

8. Do something on the writing front!!!!!!!!!!

Till now, I was lamenting the absence of an idea or a story in my head to get started on the chapters. Should some idea muster enough courage to grab my attention, it would be trashed mercilessly by the critic in me and thrown away in the metaphorical wastepaper basket.

9. Gorge at Parsi cafes

I have this fascination for these quaint places which still give away an old-world feeling. Given by the rate at which the are shutting down, it makes sense to hurry up on this one item. And a long walk spent admiring the buildings of Fort would wrap up things beautifully.

10. Click-happy

I am drawn to peoples' faces- a crinkly smile, a contemplative pose... my photos revolve around people rather than landscapes. However, given the fact that I am too conscious/scared to click random strangers(I imagine someone running behind me,hurling abuses for clicking without their permission), the moments worth clicking are hard to come by. So again I need to push myself out of my comfort zone to overcome my shyness and capture the moment, consequences be damned.

So there, I made my list and now comes the most difficult part- ticking off items from it. I have this tendency to falter and leave things mid-way so that is when this blog comes in play to remind me why I made this list in the first place. Wish me luck!

Of Ironies and Paradoxes

The irony called life,
Wrestles a wistful smile from me,
For that path I wished not to tread,
Was the only one I could see.


Alone,
I walk away from happiness,
Fear that yearn I shall,
In moments of tears.

Two-edged sword memories are,
For they slay the ghosts of darkness,
And makes us ache,
For the people behind them.

The paradox called life,
Stares me in the eye,
Makes me feel like a nobody,
And a somebody at the same time.

~ Shwetha

Uncharted Territory.Cooking Adventures - I

No, no, I have been cooking for quite some time but this would be the first time I would share my adventures on this blog. Why so late, you ask? Firstly, the food I cook is more of the homely sort- something that was conjured up in minutes to satiate hunger pangs or oddly timed rumblings. Secondly, I do not have the proper camera to capture the cooking process, all I have is a 5 MP camera on my cellphone. Thirdly, ermm... I do not remember.

I decided to set my doubts aside(as a part of my new resolution to suppress the Doubting Daves in me) and go ahead with one of my favourite and surprisingly easy to make dish. I present to you *drum-rolls background music* Paneer Makhanwala

Disclaimer: This dish is not meant for consumption for the fainthearted who cannot tolerate calories or wrinkle their faces on seeing excess butter. This Punjabi dish needs to be made in the spirit of its place of origin-excessive, rich and flavorful. Also, excuse the bad quality pictures, theya re all I could manage.

Ingredients

• 1 cup chopped tomatoes
• 1 cup chopped onions
• 200 gm paneer(cottage cheese)
• 7-8 cashewnuts soaked in hot water and later ground to a paste.
• 1 tbsp. Kasuri methi
• 1 an half tbsp. red chilli powder
• 1 tsp. pepper powder
• 1 tsp. garam masala powder
• 1 tbsp. fresh cream
• 1 tbsp. butter
• 2-3 tbs. cooking oil
• salt to taste
• sugar (a pinch)

Steps

First heat the oil, add the onions and cook on low flame until translucent brown.

Add the tomatoes and cook until soft.

Turn off the flame, let the mixture cool and then grind it into a fine paste.

Next, heat butter in a pan, add Kasuri Methi(rub them in your palm, releases the aroma better), onion-tomato paste, red chilli powder(I use it generously to offset the sweetness of tomato and cashews),pepper powder, cashew paste and stir well. To make more gravy, add hot water to lighten the consistency. Lastly, add fresh cream and stir well.

Once the oil starts leaving the sides, add the paneer, salt, sugar and mix well. You can also add tomato puree for some tang but I like it spicy. Make sure to stir lightly beacause the paneer breaks up easily.Cook till it starts bubbling,then turn off the flame.

Voila! The dish is ready. Serve hot with phulkas or butter naans. Bon Appétit!

Random Poems of A Mumbling Mind

Discovered some drafts lying around and decided to combine them. More updates on my trip to Mangalore coming soon.

Hundreds of things left unsaid,

A hundred dues unpaid,

A lifetime is never enough,

To clear the wreckage of sins.

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A shooting star streaked across the sky,

Setting its path aglow,

"How can a broken star",thought I

"On a downward spiral grant your wishes?"

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She cast a glance at the limousine,

The diamonds catching the afternoon sun,

The beggar smiled at the beauty she saw.

The lady in the car shielded her eyes,

For she could not bear the pearly smile,

Glinting in the sunshine.

Two lives.

Separated by a chasm of contentment.

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Evident From My Blog Title

All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another.

~Anatole France

Life has a strange timing of granting your wishes- it makes them come true when you are spewing cynicism and the light at the end of the tunnel seems like another mirage. The break that I have been cribbing about landed on my lap when I had come to accept the monotony of my life.

Although the planning had been on for a week, given my reputation of flopped plans [:D], I tried not to get overtly excited about the whole thing. As the week progressed, I saw the location change three times and the number of people dwindle from ten to five. Had it not been for a very determined group of five people desperate to make it a success, this trip would never had happened. And I am glad, it did not fall apart.

We did the usual touristy things- roamed around the market, shopped for sovereigns, saw the same mountain from five different points/locations and went boating. There were moments when we simply sat on the edge, looked across the horizon, five people lost in thoughts and musings of their own.

I realised I travel differently- the excitement of seeking familiarity is more than that of discovering new places. Here, staring out of the window opening to a postcard-perfect view, I could not help thinking about settling there and writing a book, roaming around on cold mornings in the twisted alleys, cupping hot tea glasses for warmth and reading Robert Frost poems in the dead of night.

My memories are not of the perfect landscapes I witnessed but of laughing till my sides hurt, of endless brooding over life's unnecessary complications, of comfortable silences and of feeling something stir within. This is what I seek in a trip and from what I know, the journey has just begun.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -

I took the one less traveled by

And that has made all the difference.

~ Robert Frost

She.

You want to know what a woman really is?

~ She says 'Fine' in a scornful manner to her partner is because she is disappointed at the realization that this is not the first time she will have to bend for someone.

~ She talks about competing with men in all walks of life because she has spent her childhood seeing her parents sneak in an extra chocolate for her brother; she sees this competition as a chance to wipe out the unfairness off her life.

~ She calls to say 'I love you' a hundred times over the phone because she does not want anyone to suffer from the feeling of not being love- something she has probably suffered in her life.

~ If ever you take her out to buy a gift, she will window-shop in every single store and settle for just one tee. You wonder, "So much time for buying one tee?", but what you do not realize is that she has already got her biggest gift ever- your time.

~ She is aware of the fact that her husband/lover lies to her about his smoking and drinking habits but she would not judge him because she knows the feeling of having one's freedom curtailed.

~ Sometimes, she dresses up in clothes which are not exactly comfortable when she steps out to meet you because she likes the way your face lights up.

~ She gives up the love of her life because her parents begged her to save their face in the society and forever live with a broken heart and shattered hopes.

~ She quits her job because she suffers sleepless nights after her kid injured himself badly while she was away at work.

And so on.....

Half of the men do not even realize the sacrifices a woman has to make throughout her lifetime and she never makes a big fuss about it. She silently endures it all for love-something which she might never get in her life in spite of all this. Now go hug the woman in your life- you cannot get any luckier!