When hunger calls

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What do you do when you have a hankering for something yummy and tangy (that doesn’t mess with your diet :-P) but don’t want to go out or order in and are also too lazy to cook?

Voila! A simple evening becomes oh-so-special with something simple yet tempting: Homemade pasta.

The recipe:
Any pasta of your choice tossed with garlic, onions, fresh basil leaves, tomatoes and bell peppers.
Add tomato ketchup, chilli sauce and arabbiata sauce for flavour.
Add salt and dried Italian herbs for seasoning.
Cook in olive oil, preferably.

(Secret ingredient: A desperate and uncompromising craving for something tasty!:-))

I finished my plate lustily (You can see the image and make out why) and I’m sure, so will you. Try it out.

Do sad and depressing memories need to be revisited?

Few days ago I happened to browse through some of my old mails. This was a personal id I had created and whatever I wanted to say or vent out, I mailed it from my id to this one. Apparently(and thankfully), I hadn’t discovered a simpler way of doing it yet: blogging.

I agree I had a serious writing affinity back then also, but there were few things I found out that were unsettling, even disturbing.  It was indeed my way of venting out and today the same things aren’t as important to me as they were back then. Yet, I’m inclined to ask myself, “Do sad and depressing memories need to be revisited?”.

For example, there were many mails where I expressed my difficulty in coping with both my job and pregnancy and how utterly dejected I was with no help around. In some, I talked incessantly about my anger for a specific person who was making my life miserable. Some had work related frustrations while some had family issues.

If you’ve noticed, none of them were happy mails. Probably because happy people don’t just sit and jibber jabber. They have better ways to live and enjoy. Happiness is contagious and lets you break away. Sadness, on the other hand pulls you further down the ditch. May be that’s the reason why I couldn’t go beyond a few mails.

Which brings me to the same question, again. When we’ve gone through a certain unhappy phase, is it a good idea to go through it over and over again by noting it down? This isn’t some joke that can make us smile every time we hear it. The effect is in fact, quite the opposite.

I might’ve written all of them very painstakingly, but within moments and with a few mouse clicks I erased them from my memory (and inbox) forever. Had I blogged about them, I’m not sure if I could delete such a huge chunk of posts so easily. We all love our stats, don’t we?

Old habits die hard, and I started venting out on my blog too for some time. Soon, however I realised that our problems have few takers. No one likes a cry baby, right! By writing and feeling positive we can bring about a vast change in our thought process and make our lives better.

This blog is like a diary for me, but only for memories that I’d like to hold on to and treasure my whole life. Like, the childhood of my kids, my bitter-sweet experiences with A, my writing, my reading, my friends etc. It is endearing and I look forward to it.

Feelings

Some days are simply horrible
An anticlimax to the day before
They take away everything from you
And give back nothing but emptiness

Nightmares surface unannounced
Marring the joy of the lovely present
Keeping company is an odd cold wave
That engulfs your entire being

Like a wayward blessing, somehow it comes
A hand holding your trembling one
Giving hope of a horizon not far away
It is warm and soft like the morning sun

For my Best Friend

Few lines for someone extremely special. Love you lots my dear!

वैसै तो दोस्त देखे हैं बहोत जिंदगी में,
दोस्ती मगर हमारी एक अलग बात है।
की है सभी से मस्ती और बदमाशियाँ भी,
पर नादानियाँ हमारी एक अलग बात है।

था रुलाया तुमने जितना है उतना हसाया भी,
शैतानियाँ तुम्हारी एक अलग बात है।
ना मिलूं तो हूँ तनहा, हूँ मिलके परेशान भी,
हो हमसफर मेरे पर, ये अलग बात है।

A Secret Letter

Grown ups are weird. No, make it confused and weird. They speak and behave in such contrasting ways, I sometimes wonder how they don’t observe it themselves! One moment they act all sweet and cuddly and the next moment they become such mean bullies.

Just the other day Mamma was reprimanding Bhaiya for waking me up by playing with his ball right beside me and making noise. She said she’ll send me to my other bhaiya in Pune, when she doesn’t leave me alone even with Papa for more than an hour. Why was she being so mean? Bhaiya cried a lot and promised he’d behave. My poor Bhaiya!

Oh wow! I found the newspaper supplement! I hadn’t had the chance to grab it before. Let me nibble on it before Mamma comes and takes it away from me. Why does she have to stop me from eating it everytime? It tastes so much better than that khichdi and soup thing she gives me. I bet she doesn’t know how yummy this is!

Papa’s no different. Although I like that he’s too naive and falls for my smallest tantrum. Everytime Mamma gives me a massage he says he’s jealous of me and can he have one too! Sometimes I’m not asleep when he thinks I’m sleeping, and I hear him say he wished he could sleep like me. Now, who’s stopping him? I deserve this afterall.

Bhaiya is more in my league. He talks to me a lot, about his studies and friends, even though I don’t understand most of it. He says something about good manners and being a good girl. He’s very happy when Mamma dresses me up in his hand-me-downs. And, I love to bite him even if he complains and kiss him because he likes it a lot.

Ok, I should be fair. Mamma and Papa aren’t a lost cause either. I love it when Mamma puts on songs and all of us dance on them. The way Papa carries me around the home on his shoulders is lovely! He calls me his ‘chota gunda’ everytime I scream my lungs out while playing ball with Bhaiya. He says I have tomboyish traits. I guess it is a good thing, yes?

Oh, I forgot to mention, I can stand with support and am soon going to start walking! Yay! Mamma doesn’t seem to be looking forward to it though. I’ve heard her nag about how I’ll turn the house upside down. I talk a lot but these people can’t decipher me yet. They need time to understand me I think.

Well, it is my nap time now. Got to go. Nice talking to you. Meet you all again soon. Bye!

Smiles for you,
Angel.

P.S: Please don’t tell Mamma on me ok.