liver ban!

i read an article about this dish – foie gras - being banned in some states in US. i was intrigued. So did some read-up and found out that it is a French delicacy – “liver of a duck or goose that that has been specially fattened by force feeding". The flavour is described as rich, buttery and delicate. i am not too fond of liver so i would pass this up if ever i am offered this dish!. Apparently, animal rights activists are up in arms against it as they are of the view that force feeding of the geese is inhuman. Interestingly, this dish originated from one of my dream destinations –Egypt.

On the home front, getting a microwave has turned out to be indeed a blessing. Back in the States, it was something i considered a necessity. Over here, never really felt the need for it. But now that we have it, we use it religiously – from cooking rice to heating leftovers. So adieu to the good old pressure cooker and the familiar whistle….

'No' to bandh...

Bandh. Yet again. Thought of staying at home and extending the weekend mood. But the nightmare of having to compensate for it on Saturday spurred me enough to board a crowded bus and make it to the office. I think people are tired of bandhs and the streets are pretty much alive with people going on with their lives.

The weekend was pretty much OK. Went to the airport to see his parents off, and then rushed back to the bank to get the PIN for my new card. i had to deposit a demand draft and the guard kept goading me to use the drop box. Having heard so many stories of lost cheques, i insisted on getting a receipt for it, especially since it was a high value draft. Ultimately, i ended up meeting the manager who smiled at my skepticism. He issued a receipt and then escorted me to the drop box and asked me to drop it in his presence. Maybe i have become too skeptical about things .. Time to start cultivating some faith in the system..till i get let down again. There i go again…

Played computer games yesterday till my shoulders ached. My sister has this collection of such silly games…great for killing time, if you have time to kill, that is.

So much to live for
And so little to die for……

Dried up creative juices......

Been mulling over the fact that i have not done anything creative for a long, long time....unless i can call cooking and sleeping creative..No candles, no painting...zilch...And i haven't even touched a book for about a month now..tauba tauba...no wonder i have been feeling so empty inside. That combined with the fact that we would not be together for another 3-4 months.

Have been meaning to paint the doors of my place for quite some time.But have been caught in the web of domesticity..

OK, i need to wake up and smell the fumes..or is it roses? Whatever...Sometimes i think i am growing senile. Age catching up with me or what?Or is it just hormones going haywire...?? ugh...

Back to the topic...before i meander yet again...i am going to stop being sucha lazyass and start painting the doors..Have too many things on my plate that i feel like just turning my back on it and go off to sleep..so typical of me....

i should learn a new skill...like maybe what?? Am i talking to myself again?eeeeeee.....

On a lighter note, S is coming over for lunch on sunday...i am going to make him eat eromba because he keeps screwing up his nose at me whenever i mention ngari..

We were chatting today about having a house of our own..you know, complete with a kitchen garden and a workshop where we could indulge in our hobbies..carpentry, painting et al. And we can have our dream kitchen and bathroom..He has his flat, i have mine..and maybe we can have a house together..Cool.To dreams. His, mine and ours. Amen.

.....of lonely nights and diplomacy

i am back. i survived...It has been a memorable three weeks...filled with melodrama (of the B grade bollywood type), tears, laughters and yes, the joy of being with him again. Well, lets say i am just relieved that everything ended well.


And now, i miss him terribly. Am so used to waking up with his arms around me that it is torture to wake up to an empty bed. And torture to go to sleep without his caresses...Ok, let me censor my thoughts..

On the work front, things are going slow what it being the holiday season. So i have not missed out on much. Except for the fruit party. i have taken the onus of demanding fruit 'hafta' from everyone so we will end up healthy! Hah..The things i do...

It is the end of yet another year...but i guess i have outgrown the concept of celebrating a new year ..Is it skepticism? or plain old laziness? With i, you never know. For me, it will be just another day without him. Oh, stop acting like a lovelorn puppy...And see, now i talk to myself. Somebody save me.

i suddenly woke up to the realisation that i have become too impatient and aggresive. Not that i have been submissive before. But i had that i-don't-care-a-damn attitude. i used to shrug off things as being immaterial..Now, i see this demanding version, ready to give an earful. Yuck. oh mairi..amai ki hoche?

i had been trying to learn to be to be a tad diplomatic. Which is like figthing a losing battle for someone who has been termed a "front-biter" (as opposed to a back biter) for saying things up straight. So now, i just keep quiet when i am supposed to answer something i know requires a diplomatic answer. To silence. And to being true to myself. Amen.

Sabbatical

Three weeks. Of traveling, meeting new people, forging new relationships. Three weeks that will test my patience, my power of endurance and my ability to stay true to my beliefs. Maybe i will emerge a stronger person or end up broken. Whichever way it ends, i hope i will have the strength to accept whatever life throws at me. i am scared …But what is life if you cannot face your fears? i love to believe that i am strong enough to face my fears and overcome them. Let me see whether i can prove myself right.

In a way, i am paying the price for the choices i have made in life. i know i could have turned around and walked away. But if there is a thing i have believed in, it is that i should never flinch from accepting the price of my choices. i have made bad choices, i have made good choices. i don’t subscribe to the concept of god, that i would be rewarded or punished after i am dead. Whatever happiness and sadness i have to go through; i want it when i am alive.

So, life, here i am.