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A Green Epiphany

Most of you know my affinity towards non-vegetarian gastronomic delights. For those who don’t, well, I’m kind of a Tyrannosaurus Rex crossed with a Nile Crocodile. Yes, non-vegetarian food is not a choice in my life. It’s a necessity; a need which I crave to satisfy in every morsel. I absolutely adore fish, chicken, turkey, beef, lamb, pork, etc. And I totally worship that blessing to mankind called an‘egg’. I called any vegetarian foodstuff ‘ghaas-poos’ (Hindi for ‘Grass’) and was of the firm opinion that it was just too boring.

Ivy Gourd

Ivy Gourd

Close to 4 years ago, while I still had enough time to work-out and run, I quit all forms of red meat on a health whim. It didn’t come easy but I was determined. The temptation to yield, when someone would order lamb chops or a juicy steak, was strong. Yet somehow I always managed to control my almost undying lust for that fine piece of red meat. To ensure that I got all my vitamins and minerals in abundance, I resorted to eating only vegetarian fare in my lunch box at my workplace. And kept the non-vegetarian extravaganza for dinner.

Okra

Okra

Today, I was discussing the contents of my lunch box (Ivy Gourd or ‘Tondli’ as we call it in Marathi, my native language) with a senior colleague. He said, “The vegetarian fare in your lunch box has a lot of energy.” I looked at him with a befuddled expression. “Compare it with any lunch box ordered from a commercial venture. You’ll realise that yours is made with love.” And he walked away. That got me thinking about my lunch box contents, more than ever.

Mixed Vegetables

Mixed Vegetables

Black Eyes Beans

Black Eyes Beans

Like Jerry Maguire, I too had an epiphany. I realised that while conditioning myself for 4 years, to forcibly eat veggies, pulses, lentils I had in fact started to like them! Okra, Ivy Gourd, Bell Peppers, Taro, Fenugreek, Spinach, Cauliflower, Potatoes, Black Eyed Beans, Green Grams, Moth Beans, Peas and a whole lot of others. And it was not because they were awesome by birth. It was the brilliant recipes, sheer hard work and love put in by the women in my life – my grandmothers, my mother, my maid and my wife.

Green Gram

Green Gram

I’m deeply obliged and grateful to them for making me realise that ‘ghaas-poos’ can actually be wonderful, if prepared with the right mix of ingredients, effort and love. Finally, I have opened my eyes to the fact that the grass can be lush and green on both sides (pun intended).

 

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Rarity of Quiet

Lackadaisical Loser:

The value of silence explained in a most unique manner. Lovely lovely read. Highly recommended!

Originally posted on Corned Beef Hashtag:

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It starts at 6 a.m. with the alarms that wake us up.

Then the television goes on for the news, because so much has probably changed in the four or five hours that, maybe, I’ve been asleep. The coffee maker gurgles and burps in the background. The toaster pops and the skillet sizzles. The child groans and complains in an effort to resist getting out of bed, once she is up, fed, and  dressed,  I exchange a brief goodbye with my wife I open the door with a creak. I walk to the car, my daughter in front of me, shuffling her feet across the pavement.

The car rumbles to a start, the heater roars as it blows the still cold air through the vents. My daughter asks me to listen to the radio so I tap my phone to life and turn on the app to bring up her…

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The Sum of Good Deeds

A few days ago I had been invited to a colleague’s place for dinner. After what had been a long day, filled with pending odd jobs from the week, I found myself dressed and behind the wheel of my Black Beauty. I was already late due to some eleventh hour household chores; and the venue was at the other end of the city. Since it was a Saturday night, I was prepared to encounter horrendous traffic jams and non-stop honking, that would put a PA system to shame. Hooking up my iPod to the music system, I got ready for a long ordeal of a drive. But what happened next made me impervious to every errant driver and car horn.

As I turned my car out of my lane, I encountered my first traffic jam. A serpentine line of cars and bikes were moving at a pace that would make a Sloth feel like a Cheetah. I didn’t find it amusing at all. “Bloody hell! Not so soon.” I said to myself. As I moved a little ahead, I saw the cause of the whole chaos. An anxious young woman, in a red Swift was trying to take a turn to join the other side of the road. That’s all. But not a single vehicle had the courtesy to stop and just let her pass. The moment I came to that junction, I stopped and let her pass. She rolled down her window, waved out to me and gave me a beaming smile; as she comfortably took the turn and zoomed away. This entire episode must’ve lasted for a grand 5 seconds, during which the cars behind me were honking crazily. It made me feel so good that I was able to make a complete stranger smile, with almost no effort. A short while thereafter, I stopped to let an old couple cross the road. They too, waved in acknowledgement and smiled at me. And I read the old man’s lips saying a polite ‘Thank You’.

The funny thing is that I did both these gestures out of a purely selfish motive – to make myself feel happy. Both these super short encounters made me so happy, that the rest of the drive became a cakewalk. And I would really like to believe that both, the young woman driver and the old couple must’ve gone back home feeling happy too. In fact, the next time they are in the same position that I was in, they’ll perhaps remember this episode; and act in the same fashion. Because the sum of all good deeds is good karma. As they say, what goes around comes around.

Karma

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Lack of dialogue

Lackadaisical Loser:

A lovely write-up that makes for some very interesting visualisation. Just needs the right imagination. :)

Originally posted on Never Stationary:

cat 2Sitting in class, I hear the teach say do silent work; you can use headphones if you’d like. I pull them on and work silently for a few. But silence is curiosity suppressed and I look up.

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* Terms & Conditions Don’t Apply

Please Note: Some of my friends are a little hurt because their pictures are not included here. That’s simply because we have never clicked a single picture together. Always been there for each other. Doesn’t mean we don’t love each other to bits, does it? :D

Ever since childhood I’ve been interacting with my parents’ friends. They had (still do) a long list of well-wishers and friends, who would drop in for coffee, dinner or a drink. Ones from out of town would invariably stay for a good week. Basically, I grew up in a home bustling with friends, laughter, fun and bonding. I remember, the first time I asked my father about how many years had he been friends with this uncle who had come for dinner, dad casually said, “20 years.” I was taken aback. At my tender age, it seemed like an entire lifetime. So, what makes some people stick with us through thick and thin, while others fade away and disappear in our memory maze?

Say Whiskey!

Say Whiskey!

My Rock - Bhav

My Rock – Bhav

Friendship comes with a lot of responsibility, unlike what most people would like to believe. Meeting new people is easy enough if you join a group, club, play a sport, etc. But maintaining a friend for life is bloody tough. And the single thing that binds people to us is if we accept them as they are. Without terms and conditions. Without judging them. A lot of my friends, my better half and even my parents are of the absolute opinion that I’m a nasty piece of goods. Sarcastic, blunt and unnervingly fastidious about everything. Let me admit, they’re not wrong. And yes, I’m pretty anti-social; I don’t let people in easily. Despite this terrible resume for friendship, I have been extremely fortunate to befriend some really lovely human beings.

My Superwoman - Mela

My Superwoman – Mela

My Mystery Man - Maddy

My Mystery Man – Maddy

My Fashion Goddess - Shabbu

My Fashion Goddess – Shabbu

Like most people, I’ve had a fair share of disagreements and fights with friends. The important thing, however, is to realise that winning an argument could actually be a big loss, hidden in plain sight. Forgiving and forgetting is never easy but it can take away a burden of the past, which may trouble your future. So, when I recently patched up with a once extremely close friend, after a misunderstanding we’d had 10 years ago, it felt amazing. And it gave me a solid perspective in ‘How to revive a dead friendship’.

My Mirror - Mann

My Mirror – Mann

 

My Sociology Teacher - Aditi

My Sociology Teacher – Aditi

My Hottie - Ruku

My Hottie – Ruku

If you have few or no friends, don’t blame the world. Introspect, keep an open mind and believe that people are essentially good. Trust me; you’ll never fall short of people who love you, exactly for who you are. Provided you accept them as they are.