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Vacation with no twist

Where did you go on a vacation? Ah, me! I just stayed at home every day of the 1 month vacation that I had and boy! didn’t I enjoy every moment.

What did you do? Some writing, mostly thinking and some brooding.

Home was to me my paradise this last month, a world full of options for rest, somewhat rare delicacies, well, I rarely cook those, with ample time for dreams, day and night, for cooking up grand plans, of taking time to look at the wardrobe overflowing with saris, of mixing and matching this with that and that with this, of writing anytime, of listening to songs, many of them, of binge watching movies old and new, of calling up people, I rarely do that, of filling up my journal with colourful fantasies of a colourful life, of trying my hand at learning a few shlokas from the Bhagavad Gita, renewing the vow to learn Kannada, dreaming of a clean swacchh India, no Bangalore, no RT Nagar, smiling and saying hi hello to a few neighbours and in general making the right noises about the difficulties of living, of stubbornly refusing to step out of the house, of composting for a month now, of feeling delighted of being at home and putting on a few extra pounds with the excuse that I will lose it once the work starts again!

When the world was caught in the rains, in the waters gushing down the roads, I was blissfully marooned in the cocoon of my home.

I sat at home watching the little kids being rushed to school and them sauntering back in the afternoon.

I watched ladies literally run to catch the school bus and walk back home in relaxed groups.

I listened carefully to the morning noises, the afternoon excitements, the evening howls and the night time growls with the rain dance in between.

This comfort after years of angst, of struggle, of fighting against the wall that seemed to impede me, crush me beneath its weight, every time I tried to raise my head.

I thought of how so many times, for so many days, I would sit in the car, refusing to go home like a stubborn child, of how I preferred any activity outdoors to the four walls of the house.

And this last month I revelled in the freedom of having the place to myself, of scrubbing and cleaning and even talking to the walls.

Somethings reinforce the need to stay away and this past month put a stamp of approval on my decision to break free, break away to be the self…

Blessed truly!

Cheers to the new academic year! To new courses and new students! To new experiences! To a renewed promise to research, learn, write and grow!



Of cooking it right

Sometimes the mind, so it seems to me, is like a pressure cooker.

You put ideas, thoughts, images into it, set the time and then allow the ingredients to cook. After the customary cooking time, the result stands in front of you. Yes, of course, the cooking time varies, depending on the ingredients, the external factors, the fuel, the quality of input and a lot of other things. But cook it will.

You could cook anything. It could a dream or an idea or a vision that you see for yourself or someone you love or a cause you deeply care about.

Little things that you do on a daily basis will add up to bring your vision or dream to its fruition.

The vision again could be for anything for example ,the locality you stay in, like say,  for me ,seeing R.T. Nagar here in Bangalore, all so spic and span some time, or the idea of my little girl revelling in what she loves to do her best, or me being able to plan a trip abroad for my parents, or setting up a centre for learning at Kopparambil or travelling the world or meeting the people I love to meet and being able to be loved and listened to and understood, or just being able to write, read, listen, speak and repeat…ah! visions so colourful and dramatic and almost impossible, maybe, maybe not! After all, its about the cooking time!

I do believe that ideas and thoughts are very organic. When you think of something, you tend to start a process, and somehow the universe, sets in motion a variety of realities to get you closer to what you want. That’s one reason why you should be careful of self-fulfilling prophecies, but that I leave for some time later.

The organic evolution of ideas to reality is an interesting concept. It’s nothing short of a miracle. It is so powerful that it can change your life forever.

Recently Ranbir Kapoor famously said of his love for Alia Bhat, ‘It’s new. Let it cook for sometime’ . What he said of love holds true for writing, for passion, for dreams, for relationships, for projects and for many other things.

So if you have a dream, a desire, a wish, an ambition, think about it over and over, develop your vision of it in your mind, write about it, read about it, talk about it only to those who care for you, because your idea/dream/desire/ambition is yet so delicate, so just foster it, nourish it, sort of allow it to incubate.

Meanwhile trust the universe to turn the things around for you, slowly making it possible for you to reach your goal.

It was last year, a friend remarked, ‘so you are a trainer now , aren’t you? You wanted to do it for long, right?’ I was amazed at this observation and indeed, it was true.

I had mentioned how I wanted to work with young people and try and make a difference a few years back even when I was working as a Manager and here I am today living my dream!

I know I can do more in terms of reaching out to more young people in many better ways, hmm…perhaps with the right cooking time, I will be able to do that too!

Just don’t give up on your wish, dream, desire, obsession yet, perhaps it needs to be cooked a little more.

Focus on good things in your life and keep yourself upbeat.

Try and conquer your fears of failure and incompetency with more and more self love and a bit of self indulgence and be tenacious enough to hang on, not give up, not yet, not now, not ever…

Coz it is about the cooking time, right?

I am convinced about the need to cook an idea to fruition, are you?

A Leap of Faith

Undulating  paths

led me to  walls

again and again

but I being me

drove into darkness

blinded by light

holding the steering wheel

feeling the wind against my ears

a race here, a gap there

then solitude and peace

the testosterone in me

loves the rush

the other warns, cautions.

Cooking up strangely tasty

cookies and cakes that are also healthy

I wondered who in me loved cooking

or was it who I cooked for that I loved

or was it cooking that I adored.

Then when I jump the gun

rush to conclude a deal or  a feel for real

I wonder who in me  is so impulsive

or is it being intuitive?

The universe conspires

giving me joy and love of being

gratitude fills my heart.

The Paratha Life

The soothing fragrance of melting butter  and aloo parathas waft into the veranda.My stomach starts growling and I am  overcome with lust-lust for food.

I shirk away the desire to tuck deeper into the blanket and step out,determined to grab the best bite.

I am visiting Anu and am often found opening and closing lids of containers in search for goodies in her spacious kitchen.

Anu’s kitchen is a treasure house. From mouth-watering laddoos to deliciously baked cakes and cookies, it’s a true foodie- haven.

Such is the fame of her laddoos that little children who visit her ask pointedly, Aunty, where have you kept the laddoo, eyeing the unassuming steel dabba on the dining table.

Anu was never the regular I love cooking types. In fact, she never ventured into the area hitherto lorded over by her miss perfectionist- the mom-who-knew-it-all.

It was her child who awakened the sleeping master cook in Anu. When the doctor declared that the bakery items were responsible for the white spots on her pretty little cheeks, Anu started to dish out some mouth watering home-made snacks.

For someone who hated cooking, Anu started to love rolling round laddoos of every kind. From wheat flour, to gram flour to sooji,any thing and every thing came out looking round and delicious in the form of laddoo at her home. Her little one’s ‘awesome !’ was the only reward she waited for.

Whether it was protein deficiency ,cold and cough or anemia or a disgruntled mother-in-law or  a grumpy child that was the knotted issue of the time, Anu always found a laddoo-cure for every situation.

Even as work at office ate into her time Anu still tried and kept herself at the task.

While teasing her super -woman aspirations, I genuinely wondered why someone would not spare some time for one self and give up cooking, that most taxing of all wifing-mothering-homing duties.

I was about to embark on another session of worldly wisdom when Anu looks misty eyed, her face turned to the ceiling to mouth these pearls: Life is like an aloo paratha…those bland edges add to the taste, so don’t fight, succumb to the harsh realities of life!

While I go scrounging in her kitchen, you try making sense of that!