The time to revere something that is so integral to my life has come. Food. There are no specific words or phrases that will collate my feelings about food and eating. I personally believe that food cannot be restricted to the nomenclature of the English language and I will therefore not attempt to make this post into an adjective laden blog entry. What I will however do is delve into food itself. That would always be my pick, whether or not I had a choice.
Food is a culture of its own – an entity and universe of its own being. There is no ONE food or ONE taste. My palate doesn’t know the existence of just ONE cuisine or food. I have no one like, and those who know me (and don’t), can vouch for this fact.
Being born in Uttar Pradesh and having spent a few years of my life there is all that I can say is my allegiance to that state. However, I couldn’t have been more narrow-minded. Talking about food, there are memories aplenty. And pretty strong memories at that, considering they are childhood ones. Right from steaming hot gulab jamuns (ones so good, I’ve never found a similar match anywhere else) to kullad (matka) chai, to moongphali (groundnuts) and beautiful chutney accompanying them on carts found aplenty during UP’s harsh winters, to kababs (Lucknowi, Awadhi and everything in between)…Churmura to tehri to kulfis to paranthas to imartis…splendidly mouth watering! A trend that is now a huge part of my life is to wake up to hot crispy jalebis and an accompanying matka of curd. I have never found this habit anywhere else but in UP. I love it. Dum bhindi, kofta, petha, make ki roti and sarson ka saag, kheer to bajra and jowar rotis slapped by hand and tossed right into the chulah (earthen stove) are foods and experiences that are a part of me. So no matter which part of the country I am in or settle down in, north Indian food is what comprises my diet and I will have it no other way.
But for a foodie to leave things at that is not right in the universe of food. Moving on from my home state, and having traveled to quite a few states in the country, my food experience repertoire doesn’t end at that.
Bihar. Littis (baked atta rounds) with baingan or aloo bharta, sattu (a chick pea masala powder) and chokha (mashed potatoes) are some of the features of Bihari cuisine.
West Bengal. Now where do I begin here? For me, WB = mishti doi. So, Bengali sweets it is (with mishti doi scaling wayyyy high) and sondesh ranking a close second, but second nonetheless. Moving on to the savory spectrum, maangsho (mutton/meat) curry, Bengali khichdi and poshto rank wayyy up there. I do not prefer the Bengali style of fish preparations however, in case you were wondering about that gaping hole! Kolkata’s street food – AWE-frikkin-SOME! Right from chaats (phuchka, jhalmuri and aloo dum!!) to kaathi rolls to sweets, you’ve got your soul satisfied in that city. One of the many dhaams for a foodie.
Do note that these states use a base of mustard oil for their cooking, and man does that give food a different character altogether!
Delhi. This has a very different and brilliantly wonderful culture of its own. I will not forget the kababs, the rolls and of course, the quintessential king of Indian cuisines – Punjabi food! Butter chicken, you are mine! And ma ki daal simmering away to sheer goodness! I love how Delhi has room for all – for those who choose to literally drop outta bed, drive up to an eatery and eat, to a more fine dining metaculture. I love love love Delhi for its food. And I love sooji ke bataashe (paani puris)! And the momos at the Russian Complex! Bliss!
Gujarat. I cannot leave without talking about theplas, dhoklas and khichdi! I haven’t had much of an exposure to this state’s cuisine as such, but that is some awesome stuff they churn!
Rajasthan. I have never had the pleasure of visiting this state. I have heard too much about Rajasthan and to visit it is a dream I hope comes true sometime. What mystifies me apart from the deserts and silverware is the food. The God-awesome food. Khakra, dal bati churma, kachoris, malpuas, the variety of papads, gatte ki sabzi, their kazillion chutneys and fineries that add to the food experience is mindblowing.
Andhra Pradesh. Now this is state's cuisine is another super awesome cuisine to try. The nawabi culture plays an important role here, so the mention of kababs is mandatory. But what strikes me and holds my fancy more is their biryani, chicken fry and curries. I LOVE the chilli chicken made out of just chicken and green chillies. Out of this world. Their dals, sabzis and meals are to kill for!
Moving on to my resident state, Karnataka has its share of splendid goodness. Dosas, sambhar, rasam, bisi bele bhaath, jola roti, chitranna to the quintessential simple comfort food – idli vada – brings me immense joy to savour. I HAVE to give a special shout out to Mangalore and the coast! Beautiful fish curries/fry, neer dosas, chicken curry, chicken ghee roast… *drool*
Goa. FISH FISH PRAWNS FISH *DROOL* PORK SAUSAGES… Goan prawn zaccuti – you cannot miss this prawn curry and rice combo!
Tamil Nadu. And the first thing that comes to my mind is thairsaadam (curd rice). I firmly believe that it is a Tamilian who can make the best curd rice. God has given them that special power to share this goodness with mankind. I love the dosas, chutneys, sambars and rasams of TN (esp the dal rasam!!) as well. A very different and welcoming taste from Karnataka!
And last but not the least, Kerala. I don’t know where to begin when it comes to this state. It is almost close to being my 2nd home state. Fish fry/curry, appams and stew, unni appams, idi appams, avial, beef chilli fry, mor curry, kappa (tapioca), crab, prawns, seafood…the list is endless here! I love you, Mallu food!
My food journey doesn’t stop here. I am a hardcore non-vegetarian, but I know for sure that Indian food gives me some God-awesome vegetarian choices which I am oh-so grateful for. I’m not gung-ho about international cuisines when it comes to vegetarian food! But I do love my share of steaks, sizzlers, baked dishes, bacon, sausages, pies, burgers, pizzas and pastas as well. Throw in equal amounts of Chinese and Thai food and I’m a happy soul. A very happy and content soul, to be precise.
Food has its own meaning to me. I am well aware of the many cuisines I have given a miss here, but that doesn’t deter me from being a foodie or calling myself one because what ultimately matters is that I love my food. Be it plain dal-chawal or an elaborate spread, I will be humbled when it comes to food. For me, it’s not about having eaten it all, but about having enjoyed and savored whatever I have eaten.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
My latest addiction.
Shogun feat. Emma Lock - Imprisoned
Throw my cards on the table
Keep trying but I seem unable
To thread the simplest of letters together
To form the words
That I so need to say to you right now
I wish I could a wave a magic wand
And be somewhere else with you
with all this behind us
Under lock and key
It waits
Under lock and key
It waits for you
Imprisoned
Throw caution to the wind
I guess I need something to believe in
Maybe I could tie these thoughts together
And write the words
That I so need to say to you right now
I wish I could wave a magic wand
And be some where else with you
with all this behind us
Under lock and key
it waits
under lock and key
it waits for you
Imprisoned
Under lock and key
it waits
Under lock and key
It craves to be free
Under lock and key
it waits
Under lock and key
It craves to be free
Throw my cards on the table
Keep trying but I seem unable
To thread the simplest of letters together
To form the words
That I so need to say to you right now
I wish I could a wave a magic wand
And be somewhere else with you
with all this behind us
Under lock and key
It waits
Under lock and key
It waits for you
Imprisoned
Throw caution to the wind
I guess I need something to believe in
Maybe I could tie these thoughts together
And write the words
That I so need to say to you right now
I wish I could wave a magic wand
And be some where else with you
with all this behind us
Under lock and key
it waits
under lock and key
it waits for you
Imprisoned
Under lock and key
it waits
Under lock and key
It craves to be free
Under lock and key
it waits
Under lock and key
It craves to be free
Monday, July 26, 2010
It's gotta be this weather..
..if no one feels like working.
It's definitely gotta be this weather if one feels like tucking into some awesome soup and comfort chinese food, a warm quilt and a cozy pair of pjs and socks and a good book to read.
It's undoubtedly got to be this weather if one doesn't feel like doing anything but sleeping!!
It's definitely gotta be this weather if one feels like tucking into some awesome soup and comfort chinese food, a warm quilt and a cozy pair of pjs and socks and a good book to read.
It's undoubtedly got to be this weather if one doesn't feel like doing anything but sleeping!!
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Sighness and Loops
The weather outside is absolutely gorgeous. Superbly windy, cool, pleasant and all that a sunday evening should be. Something that goes beautifully well with this weather apart from hot pakodas is music. And so music it is. And awesome wedding songs at that.
Songs from Monsoon Wedding, my favorite and most looped song of the lot being Kawa Kawa. For those who haven't heard it, the video is right here for you to give it a dekho and a feel. And don't forget to turn the volume as loud as you can.
This song makes me want to get dressed (in maroon), to wear pretty pretty heels and attend a wedding. This song makes me want to dance. And dance in the rain. With the baraatis. With the warmth of alcohol in rain. With relatives going crazy. With the bride watching and waiting. With the groom watching and waiting. With the groom dancing. With the bride and groom waiting to get married and dance dance dance...did I mention dance in the rain? :)
Another song I cannot have enough of is Mangalyam Te from the movie Saathiya. This song makes me want to get married. This song makes me believe in the wildness of getting married, the magic of being with someone, the pleasure of living together. This song makes me want to shut my eyes and feel and when I did that, it gave me goosebumps. This song makes me dream (more than the others). This song reminds me of youth, wildness, impulsiveness, magic, love and energy. This song is something that I will call mine. This is the song I will dance to at my sangeet, if not wedding (if and when I do decide to take the plunge)...and I can only sigh. Let's have that feeling on loop as well since that's the action in demand. Here it is! Relive it!
*sigh*
Do share your favourites as well! :)
Songs from Monsoon Wedding, my favorite and most looped song of the lot being Kawa Kawa. For those who haven't heard it, the video is right here for you to give it a dekho and a feel. And don't forget to turn the volume as loud as you can.
This song makes me want to get dressed (in maroon), to wear pretty pretty heels and attend a wedding. This song makes me want to dance. And dance in the rain. With the baraatis. With the warmth of alcohol in rain. With relatives going crazy. With the bride watching and waiting. With the groom watching and waiting. With the groom dancing. With the bride and groom waiting to get married and dance dance dance...did I mention dance in the rain? :)
Another song I cannot have enough of is Mangalyam Te from the movie Saathiya. This song makes me want to get married. This song makes me believe in the wildness of getting married, the magic of being with someone, the pleasure of living together. This song makes me want to shut my eyes and feel and when I did that, it gave me goosebumps. This song makes me dream (more than the others). This song reminds me of youth, wildness, impulsiveness, magic, love and energy. This song is something that I will call mine. This is the song I will dance to at my sangeet, if not wedding (if and when I do decide to take the plunge)...and I can only sigh. Let's have that feeling on loop as well since that's the action in demand. Here it is! Relive it!
*sigh*
Do share your favourites as well! :)
Saturday, July 24, 2010
One step at a time.
My first step.
The first time I ate by myself.
The first time I packed my own bag.
The first time I carried my brother.
The first time I walked on stage.
The first time I did my homework by myself.
The first time I walked my dog.
The first time I spent my change saved in my piggy bank.
The first time I choose a gift.
The first time I got dressed by myself.
The first time I went to school alone.
The first time I sang in front of everybody.
The first time I apologized for my mistakes.
The first time I wrote an exam.
The first time I slept in my own room.
The first time I switched on the gas on my own.
The first time I made tea and cooked.
The first time I cried by myself.
The first time I dated.
The first time I traveled alone.
The first time I stayed a night out.
The first time I had a drink.
The first time I felt alone.
The first time I went on stage.
The first time I misbehaved.
The first time I drove a car.
The first time I got a job.
The first time I got my salary.
The first time I went on an excursion/trek/holiday with my friends.
The first time I decided what I wanted to study.
The first time I decided what I wanted to do.
The first time...
At first it was letting us go to take the first step. And it still continues to be that way. It still is about first steps. It's always been about first steps with parents. It's always about my self. It's always about taking a first step away; away from the comfort and safety I've known all along.
Except that it's not about being alone no matter how many first steps I take, away from their comfort and safety.
The first time I ate by myself.
The first time I packed my own bag.
The first time I carried my brother.
The first time I walked on stage.
The first time I did my homework by myself.
The first time I walked my dog.
The first time I spent my change saved in my piggy bank.
The first time I choose a gift.
The first time I got dressed by myself.
The first time I went to school alone.
The first time I sang in front of everybody.
The first time I apologized for my mistakes.
The first time I wrote an exam.
The first time I slept in my own room.
The first time I switched on the gas on my own.
The first time I made tea and cooked.
The first time I cried by myself.
The first time I dated.
The first time I traveled alone.
The first time I stayed a night out.
The first time I had a drink.
The first time I felt alone.
The first time I went on stage.
The first time I misbehaved.
The first time I drove a car.
The first time I got a job.
The first time I got my salary.
The first time I went on an excursion/trek/holiday with my friends.
The first time I decided what I wanted to study.
The first time I decided what I wanted to do.
The first time...
At first it was letting us go to take the first step. And it still continues to be that way. It still is about first steps. It's always been about first steps with parents. It's always about my self. It's always about taking a first step away; away from the comfort and safety I've known all along.
Except that it's not about being alone no matter how many first steps I take, away from their comfort and safety.
Friday, July 23, 2010
Jealousy has this crazy way of working, of overpowering your mind and of making life hell. Jealousy makes me hate. Jealousy makes me want to run away. And jealousy makes me want to be there as well. I abhor feeling jealous and I wish I didn't feel it. But who am I kiddin'?
If only I could let the broken pieces of me lie on the floor and live in the feeling of being so broken just so I could get done with it and move on instead of revisiting it again and again.
Everybody's changing and I've just opened my eyes.
If only I could let the broken pieces of me lie on the floor and live in the feeling of being so broken just so I could get done with it and move on instead of revisiting it again and again.
Everybody's changing and I've just opened my eyes.
Me. Now.
There's a need to run.
There's a need to just stand and watch the world go by.
There's a need to get a grip on me.
There's a need to move on.
There's a need to let go.
There's a need to forget.
There's a need to not get hurt.
There's a need to not give a s***.
There's a need to run away.
There's a need to live.
There's a need to be.
There's a need to watch out.
There's a need to vanish.
There's a need to seethe.
There's a need to calm down.
There's a desperate need to believe.
There's a need to just stand and watch the world go by.
There's a need to get a grip on me.
There's a need to move on.
There's a need to let go.
There's a need to forget.
There's a need to not get hurt.
There's a need to not give a s***.
There's a need to run away.
There's a need to live.
There's a need to be.
There's a need to watch out.
There's a need to vanish.
There's a need to seethe.
There's a need to calm down.
There's a desperate need to believe.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Aunty Saher
Today I happened to come across a piece of news that I don't know how to digest. Aunty Saher passed away on the 18th of July, 2010.
There are a few things I do not talk about to all and sundry and one of those things is my childhood. And Aunty Saher was a part of my childhood. She was my play-school teacher. She was the 1st person who came to be my "formal teacher", the 1st person who laid a path for the rest who walked on it.
I do not have any memories of her or the time I spent with her. But I have heard plenty and more about her - about the charm she brought about, the fastidious way in which she managed us all and last but not the least, about the wonderful person she was. I do not want to pretend like I have a lot to say about her or that I knew her, if at all.
All I am going to however use this space to say is that I am grateful for having her in my life. I am sure without a doubt that she has contributed to making me who I am today. And with that I hope she is at a better place, looking over all of us with nothing but pride.
R.I.P Aunty Saher.
There are a few things I do not talk about to all and sundry and one of those things is my childhood. And Aunty Saher was a part of my childhood. She was my play-school teacher. She was the 1st person who came to be my "formal teacher", the 1st person who laid a path for the rest who walked on it.
I do not have any memories of her or the time I spent with her. But I have heard plenty and more about her - about the charm she brought about, the fastidious way in which she managed us all and last but not the least, about the wonderful person she was. I do not want to pretend like I have a lot to say about her or that I knew her, if at all.
All I am going to however use this space to say is that I am grateful for having her in my life. I am sure without a doubt that she has contributed to making me who I am today. And with that I hope she is at a better place, looking over all of us with nothing but pride.
R.I.P Aunty Saher.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Wyanad
It's been a while because I've been away; away to a place I frequent as much as possible. A place where I'm certain bits of my soul reside. A place where I'm sure these bits of my soul are profoundly happy and well-kept.
Wyanad. This is my place. My place of being, living, seeing, experiencing. My place of hiding, my place of ecstasy, my place of joy, my place of memories and my place of me.
So, to get myself a bounty of all of the above, I made my way to Wyanad this past weekend. 3 girls and all that 3 mad happy random girls can bring along with themselves.
I love that I can have random plans, especially those which work out in the end. So V, S and I decided to hit the road. Equipped with 3 rucksacks, 2 super awesome cameras, 3 thirsty minds craving for a getaway, we set out. Home --> Majestic --> aboard a superfast red KSRTC bus --> 100 bucks --> Mysore --> aboard an even more superfast shutter-windowed Kerala bus --> 100 bucks --> Wyanad --> Home.
Wind, rain, National Highways, fields of gold, serpentine roads, bamboo thickets, forests, herds of deer, dawdling trucks, district borders, state check-posts, clouds, mist, green green green, swishing tyres, hurrying rivulets of rain, shivers, warm huddles, photographs and highway meals later, we reached. To be mesmerized. Me again. V & S for the 1st time.
Clean white crispy linen-d beds, hot home-cooked food, the Western Ghats surrounding us, waterfalls, treks, tea estates, coffee plantations, garam chai in the rain, highness, rums and cokes, badminton on mountains, bonfires and beautiful people around me. That was one helluva weekend!
I know that even though I'm back to Bangalore and back to the routine, parts of me live there. And that's some pretty awesome consolation till next time! :)
Wyanad. This is my place. My place of being, living, seeing, experiencing. My place of hiding, my place of ecstasy, my place of joy, my place of memories and my place of me.
So, to get myself a bounty of all of the above, I made my way to Wyanad this past weekend. 3 girls and all that 3 mad happy random girls can bring along with themselves.
I love that I can have random plans, especially those which work out in the end. So V, S and I decided to hit the road. Equipped with 3 rucksacks, 2 super awesome cameras, 3 thirsty minds craving for a getaway, we set out. Home --> Majestic --> aboard a superfast red KSRTC bus --> 100 bucks --> Mysore --> aboard an even more superfast shutter-windowed Kerala bus --> 100 bucks --> Wyanad --> Home.
Wind, rain, National Highways, fields of gold, serpentine roads, bamboo thickets, forests, herds of deer, dawdling trucks, district borders, state check-posts, clouds, mist, green green green, swishing tyres, hurrying rivulets of rain, shivers, warm huddles, photographs and highway meals later, we reached. To be mesmerized. Me again. V & S for the 1st time.
Clean white crispy linen-d beds, hot home-cooked food, the Western Ghats surrounding us, waterfalls, treks, tea estates, coffee plantations, garam chai in the rain, highness, rums and cokes, badminton on mountains, bonfires and beautiful people around me. That was one helluva weekend!
I know that even though I'm back to Bangalore and back to the routine, parts of me live there. And that's some pretty awesome consolation till next time! :)
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Missings
I is missing you frandships. I is missing the randomness. I is missing us and everything that makes us us.
2 years wasn't enough. Che!
Many hearts. :)
2 years wasn't enough. Che!
Many hearts. :)
Friends gone wrong.
There's something about friendships/friends gone wrong that makes me feel extremely uneasy, anxious, volatile and uncomfortable.
Patching up becomes the biggest thing EVER, as do our egos.
And that's the most annoying part of growing up. And the most paradoxical part of it as well.
Patching up becomes the biggest thing EVER, as do our egos.
And that's the most annoying part of growing up. And the most paradoxical part of it as well.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Life. And none of it.
There's nothing more heart-wrenching, soul-shattering and painful than losing someone. Someone's son. Someone's father. Someone's brother. Someone's boyfriend.
Losing someone.
And no matter how much we run away from the pain, that gut-splitting hurt and loss, it doesn't in any way compensate or discount for someone's passing.
And there's only so much we can pray for. There's only so much we can deal with. There's only so much we can emote, only so much we can cry.
And there's only so much we can beg for. Begging for a bargain, for hope, for a rewind in time, begging for having known. Begging for just having known so we could've done something; done something to ease the pain, done everything to keep that someone from going.
But there's only so much we can beg for.
And I beg for them to rest in peace.
I beg for peace.
I beg for time.
And I beg for solace.
But there's only so much we can beg for.
R.I.P.
Losing someone.
And no matter how much we run away from the pain, that gut-splitting hurt and loss, it doesn't in any way compensate or discount for someone's passing.
And there's only so much we can pray for. There's only so much we can deal with. There's only so much we can emote, only so much we can cry.
And there's only so much we can beg for. Begging for a bargain, for hope, for a rewind in time, begging for having known. Begging for just having known so we could've done something; done something to ease the pain, done everything to keep that someone from going.
But there's only so much we can beg for.
And I beg for them to rest in peace.
I beg for peace.
I beg for time.
And I beg for solace.
But there's only so much we can beg for.
R.I.P.
Raavan.
I happened to watch Raavan last night. Putting all its critiques/criticisms and reviews aside, I decided to give the movie a dekho. And why? Because the photography/cinematography screamed out to me from the posters and trailors that were splashed everywhere.
So, I watched Raavan. And I'm glad I did.
Everyone is entitled to their opinions and views, yes. However, what amazed me at the end of the movie was the absolute brutality with which the film had been shot down. I do not follow the box office and therefore do not know the rating/standing this movie has at the BO. Personally however, I thought it to be a well-rounded film. And by well-rounded, I mean this:
The story: dramatic, yes. Which film would do as well without its share of drama? I loved the plot, the way it was created and built up right till the end. I liked the subtlety and panache with which the story rolled out.
The screenplay: I loved every detail the movie was ornate with. Every shot, every thought and every step from start to finish. Even though I personally feel that Mani Ratnam can be a tad bit obsessed with the gruesomeness of violence, the rest of the movie/story padded the gory-ness.
The cinematography: simply astounding. Yes, the locations were top notch, but I firmly believe that it's not the camera but the person behind the lens who makes all the difference. And so it does.
The characters: now this according to me, was the most amazing part. If the audience could delve further beyond the shallow surface of the glitz and glam, they would see the beauty that each character holds. My special leaning towards Beera, however, is a personal choice. Move beyond the scenes, the camera and how annoying Aishwarya Rai is known to be in real life to see what each character means. I love how symbolic the movie was, even though it bordered on being overdramatic (with Dev [Vikram] in a white shirt and Beera [Abhishek] in a black one, fighting on a bridge etc etc etc).
What appealed most to me was the underlying meaning that the movie was trying to convey. The ever present debate on good vs. evil and who really represents these dimensions.
Overall, I find the movie to be a good, colourful, rustic and holistically made one where everything falls together to make a perfect fit.
The only disappointment for me was the ending since I'm a sucker for happy endings.
Beera, :)
So, I watched Raavan. And I'm glad I did.
Everyone is entitled to their opinions and views, yes. However, what amazed me at the end of the movie was the absolute brutality with which the film had been shot down. I do not follow the box office and therefore do not know the rating/standing this movie has at the BO. Personally however, I thought it to be a well-rounded film. And by well-rounded, I mean this:
The story: dramatic, yes. Which film would do as well without its share of drama? I loved the plot, the way it was created and built up right till the end. I liked the subtlety and panache with which the story rolled out.
The screenplay: I loved every detail the movie was ornate with. Every shot, every thought and every step from start to finish. Even though I personally feel that Mani Ratnam can be a tad bit obsessed with the gruesomeness of violence, the rest of the movie/story padded the gory-ness.
The cinematography: simply astounding. Yes, the locations were top notch, but I firmly believe that it's not the camera but the person behind the lens who makes all the difference. And so it does.
The characters: now this according to me, was the most amazing part. If the audience could delve further beyond the shallow surface of the glitz and glam, they would see the beauty that each character holds. My special leaning towards Beera, however, is a personal choice. Move beyond the scenes, the camera and how annoying Aishwarya Rai is known to be in real life to see what each character means. I love how symbolic the movie was, even though it bordered on being overdramatic (with Dev [Vikram] in a white shirt and Beera [Abhishek] in a black one, fighting on a bridge etc etc etc).
What appealed most to me was the underlying meaning that the movie was trying to convey. The ever present debate on good vs. evil and who really represents these dimensions.
Overall, I find the movie to be a good, colourful, rustic and holistically made one where everything falls together to make a perfect fit.
The only disappointment for me was the ending since I'm a sucker for happy endings.
Beera, :)
Monday, July 12, 2010
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Friends and Boyfriends
We have friends, many of them sometimes. Then somewhere along the way come the boyfriends/fiancées/husbands. And catering to both parties to create some semblance of a balance hasn't always been easy. I've always found the friends/boyfriend balance issue an intriguing and irritating phenomenon.
So here we have our friends. Friends who've been with us since forever, friends we've made along the way at every juncture in our life, friends we've stumbled across at some point or the other, friends we've refueled from at every pit stop, friends we've stuck around for, friends we've done pretty crazy things with and for, friends who've stuck around for us, friends who've been there through thick and thin, friends who've been blasphemous and still made it in our life...friends who are outrageous, annoying, gorgeous, ubiquitous, painful...friends who sulk, snap, talk a lot, don't talk at all...
Our repertoire of friends we've all had and still have can take our breath away if we were to sit down for a moment and look deeper inside. However, the main point to note is that despite our quirks and characteristics and anomalies, we've been with our friends and vice versa. And I'm talking about the ones that really matter to us of course.
And then we have boyfriends. Boys who are uber cute, dashing, charming, chivalrous, naughty, sexy, kind, thoughtful, considerate, respectful, wondrous...you may choose your picks from our endless list of adjectives. They're the ones who may have been our chaddi-buddys, college sweethearts, office romeos and so on. Those who gnawed their way into our life, or traipsed in as a breath of fresh air, or were made up of whatever we were looking for etc etc etc.
So when our boyfriends enter our life, our previously dormant love life suddenly becomes a rage, suddenly becomes the colourful canvas we've always wanted it to be, suddenly becomes that wild something we've always wanted to be a part of. So it's all good.
But what is striking is this sudden need to balance our social life - that of our friends and that of our love life. Friends take a while to adjust to this new entrée who's swooped everything away, or so it feels. And on the other hand, the boyfriend wants his share of exclusivity, packaged with equal amounts of possessiveness, ego-isms and of course the charm that drew us together as a couple in the 1st place.
I can't understand why friends take so much time to deal with issues like this. Why suddenly things can't be accommodated to feel like how they were before. Why the boyfriend has to become that big a deal.
I also can't understand why boyfriends HAVE to talk to their girlfriends the moment girlfriends decide to hang out, why they think they're not exclusive enough, why they have such an issue dealing with friends.
Why the issue of space can't be understood; that girl time and boy time and alone time is just so so important.
So here we have our friends. Friends who've been with us since forever, friends we've made along the way at every juncture in our life, friends we've stumbled across at some point or the other, friends we've refueled from at every pit stop, friends we've stuck around for, friends we've done pretty crazy things with and for, friends who've stuck around for us, friends who've been there through thick and thin, friends who've been blasphemous and still made it in our life...friends who are outrageous, annoying, gorgeous, ubiquitous, painful...friends who sulk, snap, talk a lot, don't talk at all...
Our repertoire of friends we've all had and still have can take our breath away if we were to sit down for a moment and look deeper inside. However, the main point to note is that despite our quirks and characteristics and anomalies, we've been with our friends and vice versa. And I'm talking about the ones that really matter to us of course.
And then we have boyfriends. Boys who are uber cute, dashing, charming, chivalrous, naughty, sexy, kind, thoughtful, considerate, respectful, wondrous...you may choose your picks from our endless list of adjectives. They're the ones who may have been our chaddi-buddys, college sweethearts, office romeos and so on. Those who gnawed their way into our life, or traipsed in as a breath of fresh air, or were made up of whatever we were looking for etc etc etc.
So when our boyfriends enter our life, our previously dormant love life suddenly becomes a rage, suddenly becomes the colourful canvas we've always wanted it to be, suddenly becomes that wild something we've always wanted to be a part of. So it's all good.
But what is striking is this sudden need to balance our social life - that of our friends and that of our love life. Friends take a while to adjust to this new entrée who's swooped everything away, or so it feels. And on the other hand, the boyfriend wants his share of exclusivity, packaged with equal amounts of possessiveness, ego-isms and of course the charm that drew us together as a couple in the 1st place.
I can't understand why friends take so much time to deal with issues like this. Why suddenly things can't be accommodated to feel like how they were before. Why the boyfriend has to become that big a deal.
I also can't understand why boyfriends HAVE to talk to their girlfriends the moment girlfriends decide to hang out, why they think they're not exclusive enough, why they have such an issue dealing with friends.
Why the issue of space can't be understood; that girl time and boy time and alone time is just so so important.
The Stream of Consciousness Way
It's rainy, sunny, windy, sultry, slow, dreamy and an all that Sunday.
There are the usual Sunday matinées on TV, the special Sunday lunch (which is most often something ma makes - kadhi chawal esp.), books, the ever beckoning bed and of course a share of dreaming, painting, music and the Monday dread that fill in the gaps of whatever remains.
So, in-keeping with this entire l-a-z-y feel, I'm going the Virginia Woolf way - The Stream of Consciousness way... :)
journeys...many to take, many to enjoy, many to make a part of my life. lush green journeys complete with a rainbow, if I may. Endless roads with blurred medians, banyan trees on either side, cool coconut water and the wind in my face. The.din.of.the.wind.in.my.face. IN.MY.FACE.
beaches...crashing waves, rippling waves, icky seaweed in my toes, "sand therapy", running, falling, jumping, crashing, moving, seeing, screaming, hearing, watching, feeling, being and believing. BELIEVING.
I want some sunshine, some breeze, a rainbow and a jeep. I want a jeep with my guinea pigs, my notebook, my camera and me. And no loneliness please.
No loneliness please.
There are the usual Sunday matinées on TV, the special Sunday lunch (which is most often something ma makes - kadhi chawal esp.), books, the ever beckoning bed and of course a share of dreaming, painting, music and the Monday dread that fill in the gaps of whatever remains.
So, in-keeping with this entire l-a-z-y feel, I'm going the Virginia Woolf way - The Stream of Consciousness way... :)
journeys...many to take, many to enjoy, many to make a part of my life. lush green journeys complete with a rainbow, if I may. Endless roads with blurred medians, banyan trees on either side, cool coconut water and the wind in my face. The.din.of.the.wind.in.my.face. IN.MY.FACE.
beaches...crashing waves, rippling waves, icky seaweed in my toes, "sand therapy", running, falling, jumping, crashing, moving, seeing, screaming, hearing, watching, feeling, being and believing. BELIEVING.
I want some sunshine, some breeze, a rainbow and a jeep. I want a jeep with my guinea pigs, my notebook, my camera and me. And no loneliness please.
No loneliness please.
Saturday, July 10, 2010
For those of you who are new here...
...I've been blogging for over 5 years now. I've decided to shift gears and turn a new leaf in this blogosphere of mine.
The old blog has shut shop to make way for this one. I hope the inspiration keeps flowing :)
And I hope to see you here as well - to read and contribute.
Welcome!
The old blog has shut shop to make way for this one. I hope the inspiration keeps flowing :)
And I hope to see you here as well - to read and contribute.
Welcome!
This...
is my refresh button.
It's the same me and my words.
All that's new is just this refresh button that I decided to click.
:)
It's the same me and my words.
All that's new is just this refresh button that I decided to click.
:)
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