Down the Memory Lane…

It has been raining a lot in Bangalore these days. The weather has become like warm, heartening mother’s love. Summers always bring lots of memories along with itself… doesn’t it? Suddenly the sunrises are early and more golden. The constant rain has brought back the soothing greenery and chirping happy birds everywhere. The Koyals are making these already bright days even more colorful with its constant coo-cooing and fills up the longing hearts. The mouthwatering smell of the ripening mangoes and litchis encompasses my heart and mind with the unimaginable joy… Aren’t summers beautiful?? Well to me, it holds a special place in my heart and will always do.

At home during summers years back, in those sweaty, prickly, hot afternoons when the electricity use to play hide and seek most of the times, we use to be least bothered about anything. The colorful hand decorated “bamboo-pankhas” and different types of lassis and aam-pannas were the only rescue from the hot weather those days. Most of the afternoons would be spent running around and playing with the cousins or sitting in a quiet corner of the house mastering the art of hand embroidery. Ah how I use to love doing those! This summer, I tried my hands back on making some ribbon and stumpwork embroidery. Well, I am happy that atleast I remember to hold my needle properly and make some of these lovelies!

Hand, Ribbon, Stumpwork EmbroideryPhoto courtesy: Balakrishnan K | www.utopianhere.com

I remember that at home Saturday being “Shani” bhagwan’s day, it was a custom to make “Khichdi”. Actually on this particular day, something yellow has to be made and Khichdi being everyone’s favourite gave us the excuse to eat it as a delicacy on every Saturday without fail. There were varieties in which it was cooked. Some days it would be a simple moong daal and rice one and the other days it use to be filled with masalas and seasonal colorful veggies. During Durga Puja, it was made specially with mutton and served as prasad in differnt puja pandaals. Whatever goes in this humble, cozy, heart-warming food, it was always served with it’s five partners. There is a saying in Hindi which goes like this – “Khichdi ke hain paanch yaar – dahi, chokha, papad, ghee, anchar” 🙂 🙂 (Khichdi has got five friends – Curd, Mashed potatoes(chokha), fries, Ghee and pickle). I totally agree with this. I too wouldn’t feel content or call it a khichdi meal without eating it with it’s five partners. It is a must! Even on those afternoons when it rained or the chilling nights of winter, khichdi always stood as a saviour to us. Those days when the heart and stomach wanted something simple and soothing yet hot and happening, each time this humble dish came to our rescue. Till date, whenever it rains and I just want to lazy around yet long for the comfort of home, I make Khichdi. It certainly uplifts my spirit other than contenting my heart, stomach and soul.

Khichdi, Summer, Rain, Comfort FoodPhoto courtesy: Balakrishnan K | www.utopianhere.com

If we see deeply, the joy of life is in the simplest things which gives happiness in their own humble ways. Isn’t that wonderful? I hope everyone enjoys their rest of the week. The weekend is soon to be here 🙂

Cheers!

Sprinkles of Magic…

Some days are superficial. They just start and then end. Nothing happens on those days. No memories are created and no stories are woven. But some days are different. They bring colors, sunshine, happiness and lots of laughter with them. The colours so bright that one can get soaked in its’ depth and emerge as a bright Kingfisher! The days which can show wider horizons, roads which leads to a brighter and a much happier life and a sense of completeness.

Aren’t such days a blessing in our daily lives? I think at times, if only all my days could be so exciting, so harmonious and so colourful… If only it could be possible to embrace everyone around me with love and spread happiness like a butterfly. Happiness and laughter are communicable diseases (in a good way)… People around can easily get infected by it and it can keep on spreading… Won’t the world be a much happier place to live in then?

Gulab Mithai, Gulaab mithai, sprinkles of magic, love for food, food, sweet tooth, loveGulab Mithai, Gulaab mithai, sprinkles of magic, love for food, food, sweet tooth, loveGulab Mithai, Gulaab mithai, sprinkles of magic, love for food, food, sweet tooth, lovePhoto courtesy: Balakrishnan K

On one such delightful day in my life, I chose to celebrate it with “Gulaab Mithai”. It surely added more colours, sweetness and happiness to our already excitement filled day 🙂

I hope everyone is having a great day. Don’t forget to sprinkle some love around you 🙂 See you soon!

 

Memories, death, time, change, grandmom, miss you, life, gulmohar doodles, Puneeta Prakash
Photo courtesy: Balakrishnan K | www.utopianhere.com

“Death changes everything! Time changes nothing…
I still miss the sound of your voice, the wisdom in your advice,
the stories of your life and just being in your presence.
So no, time changes nothing, I miss you as much today as
I did the day you died.
I just miss you!”

— Memories…

A New Beginning…

“I am the owner of my actions (karma), heir to my actions, born of my actions, related through my actions, and have my actions as my arbitrator. Whatever I do, for good or for evil, to that will I fall heir.” ~ Buddha

A lot has happened since my last blog post. My life has taken a new turn and I know deep inside my heart that I am going to succeed in whatever life has chosen for me. My new year started on a great note. I was able to overcome my fear/ chaos/ uneasiness about making the two most difficult food I have loved since childhood. The fear of something going wrong, bad taste, hours of hassle, loads of sweat and heartbreaking outcome has always holded me back from trying to make any of these savories for years. Yes, I am talking about the soft, plump, juicy and heartwarming momos and pitthas. They can light any dark day of my life!

Apart from starting a new year, January would bring the farmer’s festival, Makar Sankranti, when our house would get filled with the aroma of varieties of pitthas, puris and laddoos… It was a festival to die for! The hustle and bustle of maa and her various chores would bring curiosity and eagerness among all the kids at home. The excitement of eating loads of jaggery sweets and other Sankranti delicacies made us hop around throughout the week. The steaming chana daal, til and khova pitthas always brought big sparkles in our eyes! The different fresh jaggery laddoos made with lots of love and care would create a rave among everyone. My grandmom played a vital role and would always be ready with some or other delicacy prepared in the mud stove with perfection. The slight hint of the smoke, the earthen flavor, jaggery mixed with love never failed to amaze us. Dark starry nights, filled with sizzles of heartwarming food, tender care, the urge to eat to the heart’s content and the brisk scoldings of maa… I guess formed the magical aura. Gone are those days. All I am left here is with such sweet memories of childhood. Memories which assures you of happiness that can be found in small yet meaningful things which can’t be brought to you by million sparkling treasures.

I remember, when last time I had friends, flown down from Nepal, we had a big momo party. Friends, chit-chats, laughter, team work and smoking hot momos was the flavor of the day. Great company and good food can always change mood and atmosphere.

Momo and PitthaPhoto courtesy: Puneeta Prakash

Maa would say that making pittha was one of a damn skill and it takes years of practice to master the art! Just like Kung Fu I guess 😉 Honestly, before this January, I would have never dared to think of making momos and pitthas without company keeping in mind the hours of work and mastery it required! But, as I said earlier, this year is different and I know I will overcome all my fears. With this thing in my mind, I wore my cooking shoes, put on my heart print apron and set forward to win over my family member’s heart the same way it use to woo me years back! Long hours of STD and ISD phone calls, loads of kneading and grinding, chopping and cooking brought out some real beautiful, steaming and tasty results! Huh… the hard work has paid off!

One of the best ways to make yourself happy is to make other people happy; one of the best ways to make people happy is to be happy yourself ~ Gretchen Rubin

2014 was a challenging year and before ending it taught me humbleness, generosity, faith in letting go and to pursue my love and passion. I hope that 2015 is a year of dreams fulfilled, happiness achieved and fears overcomed. I hope all of us are able to meet the inevitable challenges and setbacks with heart and fortitude. I hope we learn and practice the virtues of excepting ourselves, spreading love, forgiving the worthy and pursuing our passion. Thank you everyone for reading my blog, showering me with encouragement and diligently loving me in some way or other!

Happy New Year dear readers. Stay blessed 🙂

The complicated love story between love, tantrums and my husband…

I have always been a very sensitive person. I over think every little thing and care way more than I should, but that’s what makes my love so strong. Tiniest things can either spark love or anger in me. Over time, people have named me an emotional fool while others have seen me as an egoistic brat. I don’t mind either of them!

Now, the point is, I don’t consider myself mean. I am just a human-being who reacts! Be it a situation or a statement. Yes, I do get angry and bitter at times but I would never consider myself a mean species ever! I have this huge tendency of taking out my frustration/ breakdown on people I love or who are close to me the most. And by luck or the wrong stars, my husband tops this chart. I love him the most on this earth and always take his love for granted knowing that he would stand beside me in all the goods and odds. There had been multiple instances when I have taken my office frustrations, emotional breakdown and other stress on him. I would have snapped, criticized, thrown tantrums or nagged on him for the smallest things which he would have no clue could be noticed and been fought about.

Often, back in my head when I know that he could have had a bad day too and doesn’t deserve the burden of my anger at all, I can’t stop myself from doing this actually! I would hesitate, stop, try to control my anger but in vain… I have felt guilty about this most of the times and have cried in the dark hours of the night. I have realized that often when I am shouting at him, I am actually not angry. And even when I would have been angry, it goes off after just the initial 3-4 words. And then I keep on just to complete my sentence! This generally happens about the daily chores or general tasks. I get angry and throw tantrums when he comes back late from office and immediately after dinner starts working back again. I feel lonely, unloved and left out in those wee hours. Anger or frustration which I would have stopped myself from showing to a colleague, considering the “being politically correct and maintaining the professionalism” somehow always lands on the poor husband.

Do I feel ashamed and want to change? Yes, yes and yes. I love him the most and wouldn’t want to lose him for my silliness. The best thing about my husband is, even after all this his love graph for me has never gone down. Instead he has always kissed me and said “I love you” and hugged me every single morning with the rising sun and every night under the shining moonlight. He cooks for me without complaining most of the days and even in the wee hours of the night when I get hunger cramps. He holds my hand, stands beside me at parties and other social gatherings and put his arms around me. He rarely shows irritation, and rarely criticizes me. He is kind, witty, thoughtful, brilliant, loving, creative, funny, intelligent, hardworking, and well informed on a wide range of subjects. He has even fed me numerous times with his own hands while I would be running around like a mad rabbit getting ready to go to office in the mornings. He consider me beautiful even when I look horrible and messed up!

Well, I have tried hard to resist showing my frustration and keep myself calm and composed but it is high time I start trying harder! And start respecting the love and great happiness I have got in having him in my life. Happy marriages are the ones where you have the freedom of speech, expression and love. Dear husband, within you I loose myself and without you I find myself wanting to be lost again. I promise that I will be honest about my frustrations and compress it by taking a second to breathe and make myself be gracious for compliments more. I will try to release expectations and enjoy things for what they are instead of what I think they should be.

The complicated love story

“Let us be grateful to the people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.” ― Marcel Proust

P.S.: I Love You. You are my favorite ♥♥

Positiveness is faith, love is my religion and a firefly is what I want to be!

Resembling the subtle blinking luminous lights, peeping in the ravenous darkness of the eerie night, I want to sing silent love songs just like the male fireflies, flash and splash my heart out… embrace everyone who passes my way, sprinkle them with a drop of positiveness and dance away… I want to peak in and show way to those who are lost, who are immersed in the dark lake of sadness. I want to be the spark in the life of those who have lost faith… I want to say “hellooo” to those who are submerged in darkness… the soothing light which fills the soul with inner peace, love and faith… yes, yes, yes… that’s what I want to be… a firefly!

The serendipity of meeting some of the bright happy souls with hearts of gold in the least expected places and in the wee hours of our busy routine, comes as a breath of fresh air which just wipes us away for some moments! The realm of light, little sparks of hope, loud laughter and memories of a lifetime is what follows after that! Of late, I had been traveling and meeting some of these rare species… they emerged as the fresh dew drops falling off the edge of a new leaf in a misty morning… little corners of heaven depicted in their thoughts, the soothing steam rising out of a hot cup of chai comprises of the same effect as meeting these warm souls… I stood there in awe as a silent spectator… thinking how much they resemble the fireflies! Just like the fireflies, they spread their little sparks in my heart and whispered in my ears… All you want is lots of love and a pinch of faith…

Dancing with the fireflies

Time flied talking, understanding and gasping their thoughts… it is spectacular how they change your life in just a few moments or just fills it with the marbles of faith! A sudden rush of positiveness gushes through the veins in their presence… The belief of becoming one of them is what I spectate! We are in charge of how we feel and what we do. And today I am choosing happiness!

Meeting all of you is serendipity… thank you all for coming along.. “Stay bright little fireflies….Make light before my eyes… “

-Amen

 

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