At the break of dusk

There is a strange pleasure in seeing or doing certain repetitive tasks. Hear the alarm clock ring irrespective of what day it is, dad's early morning wake up call, mom's ceaseless urges to take food in time, hit the send/receive tab to check any missed emails.....

of late, at the break of dusk, i get out of my office to watch the sun go down. The setting of the Sun brings in fond memories of home. Also reminds me to get home and relax. However meaningless or trivial these activities may sound, without them the very essence of life is lost. I wish i get to spend an entire day sitting in a cafe facing the river, watch the sun rise and set, read my favourite book.

The Bare Necessities of Happy Living

I remember my dad once say, "The authors of books like - 'How to make a marriage work..etc' , are the ones to have faced maximum divorces or a bitter marital life. So this post is not meant to provide tips on happy living. Having spent my entire lifetime tied to my mother's apron string, a year of separation was a definitely a big deal . I run errands, do the daily chores, manage work , keep myself entertained, miss home a great deal and sob, pay my bills, do all the cleaning and washing.. The multitude tasks of looking after home and career, and i seem to manage it pretty well. The best thing about the planet we live in is, it is full of lovely people.
A morning jog on the rivershore, a rich and energetic breakfast , appreciation emails at work, a healthy conversation with a friend, delicious lunch, a comfortable ride backhome, a conversation narrating the day's activities with a dear one, a fulfilling dinner and a good night's sleep. These are the bare necessities of happy living. Start day with a smile on your face. Shed tears for those who value it. Rest assured...

Of burnt dosas and salty Chutney..

What do i call this, lack of inspiration or just plain laziness? It has taken me 4 long months to come up with a new post. On a sleepy day as this i get this sudden urge to open my blogpage, after god knows how many months and post a total rambly, random stuff. I basically want to let people know of my struggle with dosas and chutney. Why do things go bad when you least expect it ? I would rate myself a decent cook, may be a little above average. So on this fine sunday i wake up at the rumbling of my poor stomach. If i had the slightest concern for my stomach, instead of getting hooked to the computer, i would have done things to silence the cries of it. After several hours of listening to crappy songs and chatting with silly friends, i finally get out of my bed only to find my refrigerator empty. My stomach cries even more. So here i decide to test my culinary skills. I open a pack of instant dosa mix and start stirring it. Here i loose my mind and to some random thought. I get totally oblivious to my surroundings and actions. I bounce back to reality after several minutes of stirring. Then i place a pan and the mix on the pan, hoping to eat some delicious dosas. Ahh!!, I miss you mom!!!

Dosas are supposed to be round in shape. My dosa was nothing less than the shape of South America and hell black. By God's grace, the third dosa was eatable or edible or whatever. So i place a single malformed, colourless, odorless pancake on my plate and decide to make some chutney. I pick 2 rotten tomatoes and clear the rotten part. Everything goes fine until i get lost in my world of thoughts and add several spoons of salt to the dish. Finally i settle for some cornflakes and coffee. Pretty decent for a not so decent cook

Uruguay, a tiny country in South America. I got here on May 1st. I shall post more about Latin America experience in the next couple of days. I wish to see half the continent before i bid adios to this lovely country. I learnt a zillion things, enountered several challenges and confronted them. A trip to Buenos Aires is next on my list.