Quick & easy recipes
There is often a long ‘to-be‘ list. No I don`t mean to-do. It`s a to-be. A list of professions you want to take up when you ‘grow up’. A list of things you would want to do. From a teacher to sports champ, a scientist or an actor. The ‘list’ is now a crumpled piece of paper, lying in a place where it would probably never be found…
“Train your mind to see the good in everything…”
The pressures of modern living takes over and rules our lives, rules the world. Countless times we ponder on the path we have chosen – jobs for their comfort but not for the fascination. Nothing wrong in it. But what`s unfitting is we let it take over us and let ourselves bypass all our core interests. The list keeps popping up every now and then and we are quick to chase it away into hiding. And then our lives are once again drenched with workload, deadlines, the traffic and all other negative elements that weigh us down.
Today`s recipe brings in a flood of memories. Memories so warm that they unfreeze my frozen fingers. It is like the warmth one feels when sipping a cup of tea. The early morning rush, the smell of something delicious being cooked and packed into colorful boxes is a sight still so vivid, so touching. Being engrossed on these thoughts is for me like a perfect antidote to wade off the winter chills! The warmth of these memories gets my frozen self back to life…
Festivals are a time to attend poojas, meet the family and have good food. By good food I mean authentic, traditional recipes that have been handed down from many prior generations. Most of such dishes call for long and tedious processes. Yet, that does not stop many homes from preparing them all with great enthusiasm.
We travel far and wide. We travel the world. We revel in the artistry in landscape, architecture, culture worldover. Its a way to take a break, to get away from the madness of everyday chaos. A hiatus to just sit and gaze at the river bank and watch as birds to a quick landing to grab their meal from the river is a wonderful thing. To stare at the snow capped mountains cleanses the mind. Or to count the twinkling stars in the sky obliterates the tension from your mind!
Sometimes the things you want most are unreachable. It may be the simplest of things or the most complicated ones. It may be minute or humongous. But you want it, badly. You chase after it. You almost reach it. But it slips through your fingers. The harder you try to hold on to it, the further it goes. Frustration creeps in. You become surrounded by vast emptiness.
You are a traveler, trying to reach your destination. You travel for days and months and years together. The criticisms and roadblocks along the way are like stones on the path that hurt your feet or like the blazing sun that drains you of your spirit and vigor. The scorching heat can get unbearable. Like a thirsty traveler, with no water you still continue to travel. You choose different paths along way, hoping it leads you to your goal. But it is still elusive. Along the way you even lose hope of ever finding the right route. You may not be able to see the path, but that does not mean its not there. It is just covered with barriers that need to be demolished. You either give up or you run harder as one last attempt to reaching it. And after all the sprinting, running and chasing, its yours!
India is a country with diverse cuisine, from rustic to elegant, rich to simple, spicy to mild and sweet. One can travel all over the country, from North to South and East to West and come across plethora of flavors that are so very different and yet have certain similarities.
Today`s focus in on Konkan coastal cuisine, food of west coast of India. The konkan fare boasts of fresh and spicy cuisine. Coconut is widely used in most of its dishes. Vast varieties of red chillies are found and make their way into dishes and gives them their distinctive red hue and spice.
I have a therapist. Let me tell you how I met her…
I live in a civilization that can sometimes be harsh and ferocious. We all do. The noise, insensitivity, pollution, crime, greed can be breath choking. I`m awed by all the luxuries and advancements the civilization has to offer. So much so that I am blinded by it all and easily fall prey to it. I revel in its beauty, temporarily. And then I see the first layer peel off. What lies beneath does not seem promising. Nor does it continue to give me solace. My eyes are now wide open to the darker side, the side to which I turned my blind eye to. Now I seek to escape. I look around for a sign of escape. But I can`t seem to find any.
The clock keeps ticking. The seconds keep on moving. Time never stands still. It waits for none. The clock does not stop for you if you are late to catch the train. The train is the vehicle that takes you to different destinations in life. You need to reach the station on time to catch the right train. So time can be said to be the most valuable thing on earth. For you cannot buy it, control it, change it, stop it. Rather it controls you, rules you and you need to always catch up with it and not the other way round. You may be the richest or the strongest in the world but time can never be in your control. The value of time is unfathomable.
Winter gives way to summer & spring, then the rains, then comes autumn and its winter once again. No season lingers forever. The clouds do make way for the sunshine. The sun does shine after the rains and you spot the rainbow sometimes. Every season has its good and bad, every cloud has a silver lining. Likewise, different stages of our lives are not forever. The disappointments, tough times do pass and make way for sunshine. A time for laughter and happiness are in store for all. The way to unlock it, is to look at the positive in all dark stages. Easier said than done no doubt. It is a task needing constant efforts. And slowly it turns into a habit.
…with crunchy masala pori a.k.a khara murmura
It started off as a mission to get rid of stuffs, stuffs collected over the years. Throw away all the junk I could see lying about. The drawers and cupboards were filled with it all. Piles of papers, most of them yellow-ed as time passed by. Pulling them out let out dust which reminded me of a genie coming out of a bottle. How I wished then it was true so that I could wish for all the clutter to be rid off with just a snap of fingers.