Mourning musings...

My sister living in Jalandar often rants about her cooking prowess and the adulation she receives from her involuntary guinea pigs who would otherwise very happily take centre stage in the next Anna Hazare's campaign. Having been at the receiving end of her taunts on my ability to cook, I decided for a change to change. After all, in a few years time, I will start to cook for the life of my life.

Needing some inspiration to begin somewhere, what better than turn to the TV and pick up some quick recipes through Adityan's kitchen. For those who wonder whether Adityan, the ex music director, ever participated in any of Master Chef's episodes - it should come as a rude shock that the global rights to Master Chef actually belong to none other than our bandana sporting protagonist.

After several years of watching, I still cannot claim to have mastered even a single dish, although it would literally seem like the same recipe gets played out everyday. Save the change in bandana from American flag to the Union Jack. Should I even mention I was a tad disappointed on not seeing the Hinomaru whilst he demonstrated the Teppenyaki?

And coming back to the context, alas, I discovered the secret to any recipe is the universal list of ingredients that would find its way into any dish.

* Ginger & Garlic

* Kikkoman & Chilli sauce

* Mushroom & Capsicum

* Tomato & Onion

* Chicken or any vegetable.

But what would otherwise take 20 minutes to even cut and clean, let alone cook, will be claimed by our super hero as a 2 minute ritual putting the likes of maggi to shamefully hide behind her mothers saadi sucking thumb and licking fingers (from who else but Adityan's just finished dish). May be it would all happen in 'mode' time zapped equally logic sapped.

While the cameras zoom in, you will totally go out of focus and be perplexed about the simplicity of what has been saving mankind's sustenance despite the trickery and treachery of womankind (and their presumptuous long hours of cooking). To say the least, all that women have to do is mix the above ingredients in a heated pan in whatsoever order you like for however shorter you can and you are done. Hey, I didnt tell you how much to add of what did I? It doesn't matter really. Well, thats it. The cooking is over. Shame they dont have a turnstile to show food 360 degrees.

If you would like to see more detailed demonstrations, there is always youtube for piping hot food that can melt your food tube.

And to garnish, even if he forgets, you shan't forget the table salt. Otherwise you will be done like a dinner. And finally, enjoy life, its your time and take care.

is it silence or loudness of silence?

Im looking for a place
Im searching for a face
Is anybody here I know

Cause nothing's going right
And everything's a mess
And no one likes to be alone

Isn't anyone trying to find me
Won't somebody come take me home

It's a damn cold night
Trying to figure out this life
Won't you take me by the hand
Take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
Im with you....

I dream the dream

I dream a lot. Good things, bad things, all and sundries.

Often its scary, anxious and frightening when you only wake up to feel yourself sweating and your heart racing. Equally impactful are the nicest of the nicest dreams that you wish were a reality. These nice dreams pound your heart so much that you didnt want the dream to have ended.

But it puzzles why some of these nicest dreams are not lucid dreams (you being aware during the dream that you are dreaming). For if you can only lucidly dream about these nice things, then you can regulate yourself and even live the life you want.

Being able to marry your lovely girl friend, love your family, children and lead a happy life. Huh - appears to me as fulfilment.

Often your aspirations and life's expectations turn up as dreams. Precursors of what could come and what you are hoping happens. But extending the dream versus analysing the rationale is much like either having the cherry on top of the cake or the cake without the cherry. Either way, you end up losing one or the other. When you live the moment you don't dream it, and when you dream it, it means you dont live the moment (atleast yet).

Today I had a continuity in dreams, not that its a rarity. But since most find it difficult to connect dreams or even remember dreams, it is often a luxury to have continued dreams. My dream, simply in pursuit of something that has been very distant... and right when you progress you wake up due to worldly distractions. You come to terms with reality. You miss the dream. You realise your pursuit isn't complete yet. Your dream gave you a short cut view to the ultimate. And you want it at all costs. For that's where your life's most intense passion remains.

Where there's life there's hope - where there's hope, there'll be love.

Very soon, I want them all in reality.

Today, I just clicked the 'Like' on this dream not wanting to analyse any further beyond where it stopped.