Get Set Cook - Part 2

In maharashtrian cuisine... the dish that makes me lick my fingers out of temptation is the one and only "Veg Kolhapuri" . May it be any menu card, my eyes go searching for this delicious side dish. So since mom was tired and bored to cook, I finally took over her battelefield "home kitchen" last week... n went all Peel Chop Fry again !! ( I know I shouldnt go repeating that dialogue over and over again)... BUt this time.... it was not at all a cakewalk.. Making noodles was quite easier compared to this... that too without mom's mom's supervision ( "not" theoritical meaning :help), it was defenitely much much harder than i had thought.. So like a professional, I first gathered all the necessary masalas n powders n veggies n spices n arranged them in order of their usage. (felt like a mini sanjeev kapoor). Then went for a utensil hunt around the kitchen.. I had actually done some malpractice i.e got hold of a fully accurate recipe one night before and then laid down my diary along with the veggies. I started out the procedure with choppin (felt lazy; used a dicer) and then ended up with stirring hte veggies as usual. Cooking this dish was fun but tooo hectic. And it made me realise the pain with which mom cooks everyday. When making just one dish ( though a tough one) took me 3 hrs ( am a beginner, give some mercy :P ), how does mom cook everyday???? :O    Anywass..... here are the pics of my dish n the above pic is the proof that i made it myself .... And I forgot mentioning.. I make HORRIBLE rotis...(turn out looking like papads) :)

the "Ostrich" moment

The moment when you feel like burying your head in the sand and gettng lost in your lonliness away from the rest of the world.. Well.. most of the situations in life are expected..This is so, because even though our mind denies the fact that there is, a hint of a chance for a thing to occur... deep inside... a small voice does warn us about the possibility of it.......and no matter how, we try to tag a situation as "unexpected", the inner voice ends up getting stronger and stronger.... So the only way to wipe off guilty conciousness is to face the truth boldly.. well... nobody is blamed or mocked for facing the truth... What the world says is never shit.... It is the plain truth that we shamelessly tag as "Never Listen To It"........ It is like pretending that you are the king when you actually are the duke..  I say... why not accept the fact that  you are a duke and live with it? Why not shut the doors of discourage and fear... In this way.. what the world says automatically turns worthless.. The most comfortable option that people prefer in such a situation is "acting fake"... But now ... does that minimise the internal pain in any way?
So.. I prefer the "ostrich option".. bury your head in the sand and when the right moment comes...lift it up with pride..... when all the other heads are buried instead..... when you are confident that nothing will ever force you to seek the sand for comfort again........being positive is good but being overpostive is dangerous because it never leads to anything .... you just get stuck between success and failure... in a no mans land......yelling and yelling for help but in vain........

Get set cook!!

Being a foodie, I love cooking what I love eating.. And today finally I took up the knife n spatula and went all "Peel! Chop! Fry!".. Guess I got a "thing" for this summer too.. Maybe.. possibly cooking is going to be my hobby this summer.. Like it was knitting last summer and painting before that and dancing even before that.. But all my previous summer hobbies ended with the heat.. But I guess, this is going to last for some more time since I'm not able to imagine myself getting bored of food! So, my hobby trainer is mom ( finally gave her the honour!) and I started with CHINESE.. Mouth watering n slurppppp.....

As the aroma of spring onions and capsicums spread across the kitchen, I couldn't resist myself from licking the spatula. But then I stopped myself and went for simming the gas instead... After about sum fifteen minutes of stirring n adding spices, my yummy dinner got ready....topped it with some stuff and presented it before "Head Of Home Kitchen" ... Finally grabbed the words of appreciation greedily and clicked the pic of my "art"..

Fainting

I switched on the light and looked into the mirror.. carefully removed my specs.. I could see that my left eye was red.. it did hurt a bit when my eye lid flicked past by... but just a throbbing..no need to mope over it. So I just turned on the tap and splashed some water over my face...It felt cool and soothing..
The clock showed 12:04 and I decided turn off the lights. Walking slowly, finding the way to the bed I hit against the chair and landed directly into the bed... I found every muscle of mine settling down into the soft mattress..Unable to move an inch, I took a deep breath and struggled to break down the friction. But my body didn't respond to my mind and I felt too tired to show any reflex.. Somehow I convinced my mind and opened my eyes with a start.. I clutched at my hair struggling to remember what happened...lost my conscious, I realised.. That moment someone switched on the light.. It was dad, I guess.. I could feel the light illuminating the grey patches before my eyes... In the dark, they'd got camouflaged but now they could be seen clearly... Immediately I shut my eyes and said " huhhh... shhh" and waited for the patches to vanish way... Meanwhile, dad switched the lights off again... Finding relief, my head thumped into the pillow and my muscles refused to budge for 1 solid hour....

Times with you grandpa....

Dear Thatha,
I don't know whether you are gonna read this or not but there are quite a lot of things that I've always wanted to tell you before you left me... Firstly, everyone in the family thought that you were very strict and were kind of a hitler but we loved you a lot and still do. But, I never thought you were a hitler or anything. I've always thought that you are the coolest grandpa anyone could ever have had. There are quite a lot of reasons.. for instance, when you showed me your early days photographs..I mean, you looked damn handsome. When you used to share your memories with me, it used to give me a lot of happiness.. I've never seen granny but you know you both were the most beautiful looking couple on earth. I know I've never said this but I love you a lot, thatha... I can never ever forget the wonderful moments i've shared with you.. From my babyhood, i've grown up on your bed,  peed on it like about a million times, still you never changed that mattress... You've always wanted me to be brisk and fast but unfortunately, I've never been able to get rid of my lethargic attitude..I am very sorry that I couldn't be the geethu you'd wanted me to be.. Quick, smart and perfect. and sort of like you :) but the only thing I got from you was the habit of crossing my legs.
I still remember the fear I had..... of losing the honor of being your favourite granddaughter after Mahi was born but i was  so wrong. I still was your favourite granddaughter and I know you loved me the most... Baby Mahi still thinks you're in the PSG hospital. I wish it was true.I wish you'd come back as she thinks you are.. Every day, every special moment, I feel your absence but donno why it seems like you are always with me.. still, calling me "kunju", still talking to me, praying for me, wishing me good luck and giving me the courage to face challenges boldly.....