Thursday, 18 May 2017

Food



Well, I realise it has been sometime since I blogged... I owe it to my terribly busy schedule. Now on vacation, I find myself looking back at the past 4 months that didn’t whizz by. I think I would rather agree to the term, snailing away, every moment making me realise how tough it was to get through. The details of the toughest of the past 4 months I shall leave it for another blog. 
This blog, well, I dedicate to my friend who can make the best of dishes in a hostel setting with the limited resources, and yet an absolutely smacking delight... I think it is more due to the love of food she holds, she can whip up the whole thing in less time. I honestly acknowledge that I do not, at any cost hold talent in cooking. I need help and I cannot do it alone. I also need good company, one that is encouraging and one that can overlook my mistakes and smile back and say “it was lovely!” I think I would survive that. But this, my readers, is an absolutely different person. No mistakes, an awesome cook!!!!


Good food when you get back to the room after a tough day in lab from one so lovingly made, gives you peace and consolation, the peace to let go of your troubles for the day and pick them up again tomorrow. That’s what good food does to you.  That’s what being around awesome friends like this does to you.

Reminds me of  the movie "Ratatoullie"... if you have seen it you can relate to it.

Wednesday, 16 March 2016

POP!!!!

Just a while ago I was talking to one of my dearest friends. She mailed me asking about my health and how things are at the university. Well in reply, all I could say was, "I’ll become a POPCORN in less than 2 months."

You guys might wonder, popcorn??? 2 months??? Well here is the answer.

I live in one of the hottest and driest places in India, Hyderabad, the city of the Nizams. The temperatures have been soaring since 3rd week of January and still continue to do so. Right now, it is almost 40 degree centigrade. It is expected to touch 45 to 47 degrees centigrade by April-May. That set aside, the work load and submissions and seminars that are lined up to be finished before the semester finishes is ....... overwhelming!!!! I really wish I could say that this is all there is to it, but, sadly it isn’t. To top it all, we are facing acute water shortage. I’m surviving on packaged drinking water is the proof. But biology says that man is a complex being, it learns, it evolves. 

Hence , here it is-

Heat  + Pressure  + no Water = POPCORN!!!!!!

Come April and here I am, the popcorned version of myself.... :P :P :P :P :P :P :P



Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thursday, 10 March 2016

Handling Spice!!

I'm not blaming the delicacies or the food preparation of the place. I blame my sensitive taste buds!! It can be really difficult for me to take in too much spice with food. The hostel mess that I take food from does exactly the opposite; it prepares the spiciest food possible. How I survived the last 5 months, I don’t know (as this happens to be my second semester in this university). On the other hand, I am quite assured that they have started putting in a lot more than usual.

On that note, I always imagined them to be throwing in sack full of red chilli powder and then another sack full of green chillies. Probably they cook it or they throw all these in raw. At this point of time, I don’t care and neither do I understand as due to the spices my brain is up in fumes, my digestive system is up in fumes........ I am in fumes.

Last night the boundaries of tolerance were crossed. I could barely swallow the food. Tears flowing down my cheeks and the fact that I can literally feel the spice down the food pipe made me keep the food aside in despair!!!

I rushed back to my room, washed my hands and rinsed off the remnants of the spice in my mouth and hurried to my room. I shopped up a musk melon that I had ordered online (buying groceries, fruits and vegetables can be so much fun and keep you at ease now) and I finished the whole thing in less than 10 minutes! The melon was like approximately 900 gms and i was shocked at how fast i finished it. I ate till I regained my calm again. I ate till I was at peace. I ate till I felt cool again. Only then did I realise that I would have to keep back up fruits or anything good enough like the awesome musk melon if I have to survive the hostel mess. I’m glad I have cornflakes and sandwiches for breakfast, which by the way I prepare myself!!

Can’t imagine anyone or anything spoiling the first meal of the day

Saturday, 6 February 2016

Too much oil!

This semester is pretty busy for me... we have classes on Saturdays as well. Well apparently a lot has to be done is few less a time , so just eat up the holidays. Slog!! Slog!! Slog!!. As an individual I honestly never preferred a weekend schedule. My definition of weekend is complete relaxation and rewinding. I would sleep well, finish up pending work, blog,  read a lot, listen and record some songs, etc. but this semester, I didn't do any thing at all. Sunday is spent at Church so very less time for myself.

Today I got back from the lab by 8:00 pm. It had been pretty hectic day for me and I was just exhausted. As per Indian tradition I decided that I would oil my hair and then shampoo my hair. Now, this is done by pouring the oil in your hands and gently applying it on the scalp and massaging the hair.

What did I do??? I defined the heights of laziness, I went ahead and poured the bottle directly on my head ( the bottle has a small hole so the oil drips gently and evenly spreads out). My idea-  As the oil comes out on my head onto the scalp I would be able to massage better and finish the entire process in a few minutes. I went on pouring, never once resting the bottle on the table. To my surprise, the oil bottle (which was 90 percent full) is now down to 35 percent. Where did all of it go???? I poured it all on my head.

My mistake- I didn't realize that I would shake the entire oil off the bottle and empty it on my hair. Now my hair is all oily and I think I would require half a bottle of shampoo to remove the oil off. I was so lazy that instead of going the long way I took the short way. I do agree with the saying that the shorter route is more difficult to travel but I think you have to be proportionally smarter to be able to travel when you decide to take a shorter route.

I for one am not going to do this again and even if it takes me half an hour to oil my hair, I would rather do it gently than make my hair go through a crash course on oil nourishment!!!!...

RUSH!!

Coming from a small town of Dehradun where everything goes at a pretty steady state, the other huge cities seem a lot too fast to handle. Just the other day I was going by an 'auto', (which is a three wheeler public transport in India),  and the kakophany of sounds starting from the screeching horns to the people talking at really high decibels. It just seems so busy!!!
I did end up wondering if I was the only one so calm and yet so disturbed at all the noise. The 45 minute long bumpy ride took me to Kukatpally, a town in Hyderabad. This long is how long it took to reach hotel ' One Place '. I checked in, had a nice hot shower and collapsed on the bed.  Before going off to sleep I remember reminiscing my childhood....the laughs...the running around...the school....the kiddish fights. My mind wanted to drift away from the fact that I was not at home.. I was wishing I were at home, on my bed, with my parents.
Sigh....!
In this fast city, the days should also rush by. They should rush fast. As the yawns grow, sleep sets in pretty fast and before I knew I was dreaming of Dehradun!

Tuesday, 2 February 2016

What am I doing nowadays?

So, although I have to admit that life as a student can be pretty busy..  Huh..  Don't ask me the details.  It's not just the studies, it's everything about being a student that can be bothering. It is not a task for the faint hearted. You need courage and the will power to get through it. The process can be daunting but the result is sweet. Especially during weekends, I for one don't want to be a student!
Anyway,  I think I have digressed from the main idea. Point is, despite all that I am going through....  I really feel like I should use every minute.  It is something that has recently come over me, I guess. This all starts with my best friend telling me to use my time well and be efficient,  that is to use my holidays well. It might not be something that is common for you but I usually sleep during the weekends and try to rewind myself. Now what do I do? Other than blogging I have started reading more and learning new stuff.  For example,  I'm currently learning how to read sheet music 😎😎😎😎😎😎
For those readers who are not in India and are not aware, reading sheet music is not part of Indian classical or Hindustani music.   Therefore it has always been my desire to learn how to read sheet music.
That a few other courses is what occupy me during the weekends. I shall detail more in the following blogs. But nevertheless, I realise, it's not bad to be a student even during the weekends.
Way to go 👍👍👍

Thursday, 9 April 2015

Lessons…… The confrontation

Walking back with just half the amount……….

This is totally not how I had imagined the confrontation with my previous landlord. I got into the bus determined to talk about what honesty is, how I was not even sure of moving out into another place the evening I moved out, how what they were doing was all injustice and if they see benefit in my distress.. well then, let the LORD be the judge!!

The bus travel to that small corner of the city didn't take too long. Hanging by the plastic holders and swaying at the motion of the bus caused by the frequent switching between the breaks and the accelerator, I somehow reached the junction. How long from the junction did it take me to reach that house, I don’t know. All along I was thinking what I had to say and was repeating it over and over to myself. I finally did reach. Sweat droplets tracing a path down from my forehead to my cheek. I was exhausted.

The sweltering heat of Mumbai can be quite harsh. Nevertheless, I wiped it all off and let myself in the house. Making my way to the door and still playing the short speech in my head. I don't know how many times I would have repeated it over and over, just to be sure I was talking straight and right. Just to be doubly sure that I was talking something they would listen to and realise and return the money they owed me. Just to be so sure that what I would say would make a deep impact.

One knock on the door, the landlady walks to the door and opens it and now I'm inside that same house where I used to live. I somehow imagined it would be different. I couldn't describe or name my emotions then. I tried hard not to let myself go blank or worst of all forget what I was planning to say to them, sternly and clearly. I started with why I had to change and how it was not my mistake at all. I continued to talk on the difficulties and how all of the problems that I was going through at their place was affecting my health and finally ending the speech by saying that they should return the entire fixed deposit amount. She tried to interrupt me several times during my talk. But I didn't let her. I had to finish what I had to say!!!!

The visit wouldn’t have lasted more than 15 minutes in all. At the end of the talk she just handed me half of what I had paid her in the beginning. This is not justified!!! I came down to the ‘power speech’ that I had decided I would say.

I don’t suppose that made much difference to her. The next minute I saw myself walking out the door with the half she gave me and the door slammed shut at my face. I mean… seriously!!!!! “If you expect to gain so much at the cost of somebody’s health and well being…. then carry on!!!” 
If this is not open daylight robbery, then what is this????

I walked the entire distance back. It must have been over 2 km. but I didn't realise my feet ache or how I reached. My thoughts all caught up in how everybody except my family is ready to pounce on you the moment you seem vulnerable. How most people are just so greedy for money that they would rob off a student? How much it mattered to me that it was my parents hard earned money that I was robbed off. How there do arise situation that are solved without touching the rule book.


How they don’t even care for who you are and how nothing about you matters to them…..!