save the ants

Yesteday when i saw this small toy piano with a child i remembered the red one i had. i used to love it even though never knew how to play it. one day i was playing with my sister in the sand and we saw an anthill there. we were pretty amused to see it. there was this hole and all these ants are going in happily.the next day it rained heavily and when we went to see the ant hill it was completely destroyed. we were shattered so to say. after some days we discovered another ant hill. then i decided that they should not have the same fate as their compatriots. they should live even if it rains. what is the solution my brain is never short of ideas. i told my sister that we will keep them inside the holes in my piano. they can live there till the rain is over. and these ants will be our pets. as usual she found it to be the most brilliant idea ever.so we tried to make them enter the tiny screw holes in the piano. none of them entered. we were not ready to accept defeat. we took the ants one by one and stuffed them inside these holes using a piece of stick. we were happy and contended after the act of of good deed and conveniently forgot about our pet ants for the next few days. then suddenly my piano was in demand. i couldn't say i am taming ants in there right. so i kept quiet. my mom took it and it was not playing!! my sis blurted out that we have given the space for ants. and lo! ants what do you mean???? well i think she should have been grateful to us because we thought only of ants!!!!!1

I have never liked cooking but always enjoyed eating. Well, throw in different ingredients at the right time to get a sumptuous meal is what I have learned over my meager experience in cooking. That too something developed over the years. The irony is I cook every single day, 3 different ones since the last few years. And the verdict I still don't 'enjoy' cooking but it is not difficult as I thought it to be. But I can't or rather I don't prefer to cook the same old stuff every other day. Rice, curry, roti, dosa etc. I do enjoy cooking something different once a while. It might be a sandwich, desert or anything. And I know there are a few things which I made and did not work out and a few things turned out to be good. Cheese macaroni with the usual Amul cheese slices available is one of my favorite. Because my son also likes it and its simple. Then there is fish masala which I made with tamarind paste because tomato was not there and turned out to be my husband's favorite dish. Chocolate cake using the cake mix, easy fix sandwiches and I have reached a mug cakes. Somehow I prefer less ingredients, lesser processes, quick recipes with good outcomes. It sounds greedy. But I have achieved that task somehow and the most important things you will find in my kitchen are pepper powder, fresh cream, tomato puree, ginger garlic paste and chicken stock. I prefer to throw in the cut things into the pan and cook it and serve straight. One this path the 'One pot chef 'show has helped me to make ice creams, mug cakes etc. And that too using everyday available things in the Indian market. I would really love to try out a lot of other things which is shown in the show as you have to just mix in the ingredients and throw in a pan or microwave! But I don't get the right ingredients here and hence restraining myself. I enjoy cooking when trying different things. Unfortunately, my family prefers the same things cooked same way! But the entire thing is I am not looking for appreciation rather I am looking at appeasing my own cravings. And that is what therapeutic cooking is all about.

“No one to blame! . . . That was why most people led lives they hated, with people they hated . . . How wonderful to have someone to blame! How wonderful to live with one’s nemesis! You may be miserable, but you feel forever in the right. You may be fragmented, but you feel absolved of all the blame for it. Take your life in your own hands, and what happens? A terrible thing: no one to blame.”- Erica Jong. I felt that is true. It is am immense relief if we can just blame others and circumstances and chance to all our short comings instead of taking on our own head! And if we don't blame others we blame ourselves and fall into the imminent vortex of depression!

Routines are lethal

Every morning waking up and going through the routine is the most boring thing the society has designed so far. I would like to be in a world which is free of this routine. Just imagine, you wake up at whatever time you want, you cook if you feel like, clean if you want to, go to work only when you don't have enough sustenance money with you. Children just roam around and learn from experiences. Go to school whenever they feel like having a structured education. Eat what they want to eat and not what their parents think is healthy. It might be a chaos. But blissful chaos as everybody will be happy with their near non-existent routines.

Happiness in the world

There is not much difference in how I used to think 5 years back and now. But it seems like I have lost the last ounce of humor in it and all has evolved to be bitter. Maybe because my student days which I thought I will never live to complete is over. It is good to be a student how old you are. At least that gives you a pseudo- idea that all is going to be fine if I can scrap through these days. Working days mostly make us feel "yeah, yeah, this is life. Just go on!" No wonder all working people look depressed! Everybody should be students till end of their lives to sustain the semblance of happy life in us. That looks like an ultimate plan for 'world Peace and happiness'. And thank you for your applauses.

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this comes as a surprise. the blog address i had forgotten came back on april 1st. i thought google is playing prsnks with me then i thought its a miracle. now i realise i have been super amnesic to forget i have logged in using my alternative id and hence could not access it with the regular one. somethings dont work at some point of time. now it is giving me a boost in acheivemnet ;)

wonders of working

you are sitting one day just like that. you seem to be so job less and then one guy trots in. you dont feel like doing your work. but as usual you are the scape goat. you talk to him for 15 min talk to parents for 15 min. the next thing you know is that the guy is proposing you holding your hands- actually beggibg to run away with him. the next thing you know is he is sent imediately to the reputed mental health institute where he was admitted!!!! well, whether he was admitted because he proposed to me or whether he proposed because he was in a condition for psychiatric admission i still wonder....