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July 31, 2011

Garland of Love made with tears

"ഒരു രാഗ മാല കോര്‍ത്തു സഖീ ബാഷ്പ ധാര  ആയി

മനസ്സിന്‍ ശുബാഗ്നീ സാക്ഷി ആയി

നിന്‍ മാറില്‍ ചാര്‍ത്തുവാന്‍ "

ഈ വരികള്‍ എങ്ങേനയോ മനസ്സില്‍ ഒരു വിങ്ങല്‍ തൊട്ടുണര്‍ത്തുന്നു.
പവിത്രമായ ഏതോ ഒരു വികാരം മനുഷ്യ മനസ്സുകളില്‍ ഇപ്പോഴും ശക്തമയി അതിവസിക്കുവാന്‍ സാധ്യമാണ് എന്ന് ഒരു സങ്കല്‍പം.

ജീവിക്കുവാന്‍ തിരിക്കിട്ടു പായുന്ന ദിവസങ്ങള്‍ നമുക്ക് നഷ്ടപെടുത്തുന്ന ചില അനുഭവങ്ങള്‍  ‍. എതിനെ കുറിച്ചെങ്കിലും മനസ്സില്‍ ഒരു തീഖ്ഷനത ഉണ്ടാവുക .
എന്തിയെങ്കിലും പ്രണയിക്കുക.കട്ടിനമായി ...

എന്റെ കര്‍ത്താവേ ഇത് കഷ്ടം തന്നേ ൦ shapil ഉള്ള ഇട്ട എവിടേ നിന്ന്  വരും ? കതിനംയി എന്ന് ടൈപ്പ് ചെയ്യുവാന്‍ തുടങ്ങിയിട്ട് മണിക്കൂര്‍ ൨ ആയി ...ബാകി എല്ലാ ഡാ ത ഡി ട്ട് ധ ടി ത ത്ത് ത്ത് വന്നു ..തട്ട് ട്ട് തട്ട് ട്ട് ട്ട് ദ്ദ് ട്ട്

What’s for dinner?

Cooking isn’t exactly my passion but eating most certainly is. For a long time I enjoyed awesome food without sweating it out in the kitchen. My mom dished out the best delicacies while growing up. The TKM LH provided much excitement in food during college...I loved the feast days...I really enjoyed the nei chor and the biriyaani etc...
Mostly the delight was greater since I really could indulge in all those without trying to analyze if anything was wrong with it, any measure of the ingredients- spices - salt- lesser or more. I was just savoring it and I did realize any gross disproportion of the ingredients only if it majorly assaulted my taste buds.
Now I find myself in the other shoes. I am the cook and I have very extreme customers to cater for. My children and husband- all male. Not trying to sound like men are fussier about food but this bunch definitely is.
They just right about reject anything they find unattractive. NO graceful words about it either.
My littlest one, who can’t yet express himself in any adjectives, just pushes my hand away and sometimes kicks the bowl from which I am feeding him on the spoon.
My elder one just says- not tasty...he has started giving me hints on what could be done to improve my failed dish...`My husband - the boss  ...just quizzes me  about the flame  - he blames it all on a full flame of the stove..Always leave it on the low flame- that is his quick fix for every miserable plate.

It was amongst such low confidence levels that I found myself one weekend with few guest coming over for dinner. The first major dinner for me to manage all alone. I had a cook all these years -a   baby sitter +cook in one. She loved cooking and would always bring out awesome food- all kinds of food. Guests for dinner were no trouble at all.

Now me the chosen one - I expected that wanting to turn into a full time mom had such hidden risks involved but my knees did buckle at this first encounter.
I decided that I would try out butter chicken and pepper chicken and roughly outline the action plan in my head. So many restaurants just across the road. If it didn’t work out I could always  run out and be in time with perfect curries.
 would like to think that as a result of my mothers prayers both my butter chicken and pepper chicken turned out pretty yummy. My guests were hogging on it and so were the male population in my family which could eat meat yet.
So here I am basking the glory of the finger licking butter chicken and pepper chicken.
Can’t say that I am all fired up and rearing to cook. I still am lost. What’s for dinner is still a thorn in my flesh.
As for me chocos or noodles or sub will work just fine any time of the day.

July 28, 2011

I wandered lonely as a cloud...that floats on high hills and vales..

I want to take some time off..thinking about nothing..planning about no activity..just float around on
a cloud..fill my mind with the blueness of the sky...the softness...the stillness.
Although I hate flying on an aircraft I love the sky.Love to stare up to it.The clouds form amazing
shapes at times.Today morning I could see a giant hat in the sky and as I watched it merged to
another dark cloud and became a giant amoeba.