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Chaat se Chat tak :)

A few months ago, resting on a jhula seat, I was enjoying homemade Tikki puris. That jhula is no more a jhula. Our house owner objected to anykind of punctures on the walls for the jhula-chains, so it’s just a seat now. However, it holds a very special place in my heart, for whenever I look at it, 100 memories swing. Some other day on that, let's get back to the Tikki puris.  Chaats take a special mention on my foodie blog. At home, as kids, while amma ensured we enjoyed tasty food by cooking sweets, savories and taking us for street foods, we were also introduced to bland healthy food at an early age, due to pappa's BP. Pom-pom cycle’s jaggery ice-candies, Long glass gadbad icecreams, 2 Rs Bajal, corner shop bonda-bajjis, Movies followed by mantap icecreams, Next to Hanuman temple masala dosas, Capsicum bajji chaat, Diwali kajaayas, Summer holidays chaklis, Granny's pingani jar mango pickles, Function foods, Temple foods, and an endless list of food memories gifted by my p

Happy Engineer's day!

A few years back, when I was actually low, I made a hard statement to my co-worker. I said I felt like I had wasted 13 years of my life in the company. To which he cooly replied that nothing goes waste.  It took years for me to get over certain things. Job loss was never a setback, but the way people treated me even after knowing that I was fighting out a few things was a great hit. When I started blogging as a means of the vent out, I mulled over my years in the company to pick out a few moments that gave me life lessons. That of course was a psychological kick to self-console that after all 13 years was not a waste. I slowly build on my lost self-trust.  Today as I was driving to the dentist's clinic with my father, my ears were on FM. RJ Sarah was speaking. She wished people a happy engineer's day and stated that her brother and many like her brother have wasted years in getting the Engineering degree with no life in it. I smiled. She made a statement very similar to the one

Joy of Jumping!

  Amidst the pain, I see the joy of jumping that I could not resist. So here I capture the same in few lines. On an untravelled road At a reflecting point Jumping into the depth of the sea Picking the wings and flying sky high Watching the beauty widespread.     Everything around, Same as everything within. Curious to know the difference Again diving in and flying high. Repeating again and again.     The joy of jumping observes What is within Is observed outside The only thing not changing Is the change.     Life is knowing The joy of jumping Within pain. Whatever said and done Everything that is, is the change.  

The Mind Walk!

Unable to sleep, I chose to wake up and capture my thoughts. It turned into a poem with 2 of my favorite movies - peaceful warrior and mind walk.  I chose one as the title without a second thought.  At home, on earth, A sleepless night I watch 2 aliens On either side. One standing close yet very distant, Another distant yet I am its part.   What a nightmare!   Both operating On selfish motives Ripping me apart.   What a nightmare!   One trying to character assassinate to eat me up. Other trying to hold me as a toy to play with me. I stand all alone Watching them act.   What a nightmare!   I was being ripped And was unasked. I chose to be Fearless Peaceful warrior. I smile at them, Enjoying  My mind walk!

The art of messing up several things at once.

Years ago I had been to a workshop. I had a very major carry away from it. Probably that is when I started superficially looking at my nature of work. Not just mine, but other females around. It was during that time that I had my hands on the book "Why men lie and women cry?" and I could actually relate to how women are hard-wired for multi-tasking and have great pride in boosting their multi-tasking abilities.  The picture of multi-tasking in the book conflicted with my major carry away from the workshop. But gradually I realized that multitasking is a myth. I wanted to pass this on to kids.  On another day, it was my daughter's friend's birthday, there were around 5 kids at home. That was the right time. I wanted them to demo the learning from my workshop. Each of them was asked to pick a piece of paper. Then they were timed while they wrote A to Z followed by 1 to 26. Post that they were asked to turn in the sheet of paper, they were timed again. This time they wer

Unasked fearless flower!

My husband is interested in the first try of crispy rolls.  My brother wants to walk on the light pink cake. My sister-in-law is interested to play jiya jale jaan jale all the time. Walking friend dreams of a green parrot whose throat is choked with pain. Another friend makes me wait for a very long time. Oh, few other talks of work I accomplish on my laptop with details defined. Looking at the craziness around, I turn into an unasked fearless flower amidst neelkurunji divine. External cannot be controlled, it is always at its best to find its pleasure in others' pain.   I know only to control the internal without disturbing other chains.

The biggest challenge of life - parenting?

Somebody once asked me why do I find parenting very challenging. I did not know the answer then. I thought probably I was working and my inability to spend time with kids made me feel that parenting was challenging. Gradually when I dug into websites, books and learned from other parents I realized that it's not the quantity but the quality that matters. I evolved as a parent with my trial and error methods and learned the biggest lesson of not comparing my parenting with others. One size fits all, never works with parenting, and certainly not with siblings. Yesterday as I was mulling over my years of parenting, I still found parenting a very challenging job. Why? Because the greatest challenge of parenting is to let the child be and not mould them into a mini version of me. Phew! that makes it into a lifetime of learning. And to be a student of life is always challenging. :) 

My Crispy First ☺

22. August.2017. I was forced to resign. I asked for a reason. I was denied. I took a stand to fight and run around even today in the labor court. My husband did not support me financially, ethically, morally, physically, and/or emotionally. I smiled and let him be. A few days back I was going out and my daughter demanded a shawarma roll. While returning I packed them for kids and packed a tawa roll for my husband because he does not like bland. I enjoyed a plate of bhel and a glass of sugarless musambi. At home, after eating, my husband commented "it's CRISPY and my FIRST time." I smiled and said it's tawa crispy brand. Yesterday, I wanted to go out and my husband asked what's your problem? And I thought over and replied, "My problem is that I like CRISPY roll and I have not had my FIRST." I came out for my crispy first, to view the neelkurunji at Coorg divine. ☺

Naa-real Smile :)

I am such a crazy girl (or should I call myself a lazy one who does not carry a purse) that at times I bump into unknown shops without a single penny in my pocket. Realizing that at the n-th moment, I go with a belief that I would be let to pay later. That belief mostly works. After all, business runs with some amount of risk. At times when e-pays through phone have dumped me, my humble request have come to the rescue.   After my cycle ride, I usually go to this place for my tender coconut ( naareal in hindi ) drink, and for that extra cream. The selling guy there is usually on rotations. They shuffle their locations for a change, or for their convenience or so, once in a few months. This time when I visited the place, there was this teen boy who sang super-express non-stop Tamil. With a bindaas attitude, I drank a tender coconut, malai maarke, then I realized, I hadn't carried my purse. With a ‘phone-hai-na’ attitude, I tried to e-pay. And it said, ‘the server is temporarily d

A letter to my teacher!

Teacher’s day celebration in the apartment yesterday. A girl I knew had to give a speech for 2 mins. A very bold girl that I knew, was in tears, just before her turn. She found comfort in her mom’s arms. Her elder wanted to replace her but her mother objected. I silently watched them.   This morning, as I was heading home after a walk, the kid’s mother bumped into me. She felt the need to update me about her daughter since I enquired about her after the function. She informed that the crowd scared her. She also urged to say that her elder was unprepared and her content would not have been up to the standards. I wondered if my teachers ever said so. Then I mentioned to her these days, even when people know that the content is useless, there are donkeys who watch and listen to it. That I did not like the discouraging act. Giving a try would not have harmed. Her silence approved of it.   I remembered my teachers who held my hand and never told me how much I trembled. Everyone know

Note to the intended :)

Two people looking through the same window might be seeing different things. It looks like some of my blogs have attracted/disturbed people for reasons of their own. This is to let all such people know that the experiences here are purely personal. Of what my thought process has been as I evolved. Kindly avoid any sort of comparison.  When I say, time evaporates, for me, it means I see time wasted when I am doing things that do not interest me. I have plenty of time for things I want to do. Kindly don't compare my situation with yours. You are or might be a far better person than I am. I am just an average person trying to get better of myself.  Also, I don't do any kind of promotions even within the family. That's a conscious decision. I just jot my personal opinions here which might be very conditioned. Please don't reach out to me for any kind of promotions or vested interest. I don't encourage it. I am just open to knowledge sharing. Hope this is simple and unde

HER Story :)

We were learning history. Being her naughtiest best my younger knows how to get my attention. Yet again another instance that I will cherish for my lifetime :) She: Amma, why is it called his story and why not her story? Me:  hmm we are in a society where males have always had the upper hand, maybe that could be a reason it's called his story and not her story. I am not very sure though. After some thinking. Me:    You can live your life such that history is forced to speak of her story. She: Like doing something for India? Me: Yes. We continue learning. Pointing to a word in the textbook ..... She: Amma how do we pronounce this? Me: That is 'Hiuen Tsang came to India from China more than 1,300 years ago." She: Ahh! How did you know 'T' is silent? Me: I studied it during school. She: Ohhh! Me: English is funny.  She: Yeah. In the word listen, 'T' becomes silent. Why doesn't it speak? We laugh. Me: I don't know. Kannada and Hindi are much eas