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What #MasterchefAus taught me

For the last 3 months , me and my husband Y have made a ritual to watch MCAus ( Master Chef Australia ) together every night on TV. It became such a constant ( and the only thing we liked most ) that on weekend s when there were no new episodes , we used to watch older season and random episodes of the same. We even tried the MC USA or MC junior USA too but it was nothing like the original Australia version of the show which is on its 10th season now.
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Till now I had always watched this show ( and other food shows) purely for the fact that they had less drama , decent food knowledge and it exposed me to some brilliant cuisine and cooking technique. But something was different this time as I watched it with Y.
To give some context , Y is a very good cook and though I can keep my guests and family happy with the food , somewhere my passion for food was on a decline since I got married. Any number of trials would not make me consistently cook brilliantly and it some how made me all the more avoid cooking.
So this time , when we were watching the show , I got somehow more interested in the contestant’s passion about food and the way the judges guided them or discussed food. Me and Y would talk of the same during and after the show and all of this sparked the love for cooking in me again.
In one of the very initial pressure tests , what I realized that following a recipe is as much important as going by the gut when you are cooking something you do not know too well. So I started picking recipes even for the usual daily food I would cook , follow them word to word and the results were much better. More than anything , watching MCAus made me realize the important of giving each ingredient it’s own time to cook and it’s own place in the whole dish. Something’s do not work together and some things can simply elevate a dish. It is all about the care you take on preparing the dish , tasting as you go and being focussed on the dish rather than do it as a chore.

I learned that food too has a soul and when cooked with love , it gives one joy , that I have been missing in my own from some time. You don’t need others to tell you how the food is , if you are aware that you have cooked it with care and attention.
And so , this season of MCAus has not just given me and Y a reason and time to have some tv watching together but also helped me evolve as a person in kitchen.
And that’s a lesson I will want to keep using in 2019 and years to come …
Happy 2019 to you all and may your food be blessed always.

Updates.

So , from last 4 years , I hosted Dec writing challenge where I asked people to sum up the year gone by. This year I had no intention of doing that ( no idea why ) but I sure wanted to revive my blog before the year ends.
A quick update on the last month is that I spent first half of it being sick and the last 10 days recovering from a minor surgery. I am lot better ( and a little lighter 😉 ) from the food my mom been feeding me. and if that is going to be the trend for next 45 days , I am sure I can finally lose some inches 😀
Another reason I wanted to revive the blog was to write – anything and almost everything that comes to my mind. hopefully , you will see some random yet sensible posts till I gain more confidence and readership 😛
Finally, I hope I will visit and read all you awesome people I follow.
More laters !
Stay blessed.
PS : I actually logged in to check out the WP snow balls 😀
PPS: I love them.

Live and Let Live

Some thing very hurtful was said to me yesterday. And it reminded me how tribal people used to make a tree fall by gathering around it and swearing at it daily. The tree would eventually die and fall on its own.
i realize that the negatives thrown at me are meant to kill my spirit and make me fall
but if i can counter them with the love of people who know me and by loving all the same way or more , i can rise above all this.
So Here’s a hope , a prayer , a wish and a request  – Live and let live. Life is beautiful when you let go of your hurt . Hurting some one will not bring back your joy. I might fade into oblivion but I know i have touched many hearts while I was here. and I will keep loving all the same way.

blog-a-prompt-week : Day 1 ~ Color

Marathon bloggers came up with a prompted week of blogging.The prompt for today is COLORS. The first thing i remembered from the prompt color was this fiction post I wrote long back. I rarely write stories so the very few I wrote are very special to me.

Colors play an important part in my daily routine :  colors in food , the colorful boxes I carry food in ( I usually interchange the lid for the boxes for variety ) , the clothes I wear matched / contrasted with the bangles I wear , the footwear , the color coded documents I create , the colorful words I read on blogs and the colorful dreams I create for my life.

I can not imagine a life that would be in just black & white. Come to think of it , even these two colors have so many shades to it now that even the monochrome images can have a few set of colors : light grey to darkest black.

Colors are instant mood changers. Some colors are social markers for lot of events & places , while some other colors are widely used for health benefits. Out whole world is full of colors and yet , nature every day produces a new shade for us to enjoy and be fascinated. 

me

That also reminds me of the times I have had arguments proving to my male friends that  mauve is not purple ! Yes , girls know hundred more shades than most guys and I like to prove that any given time 😀

And lastly , here is one colorful image of me .

what do you think of colors ?

Wake up

Dreams , maybe not
Of your fingers on me
Smiles on you

Messages of morning
Of love , longing and care
Of rosy reality

Wishes like prayer
Whispered to pillow so soft
Like your heart.

Finally the call
Out of dream to real
You are mine.

This is collum lune. Inspired by sunday mini challenge at imaginary toads. Also linked to sunday scribblings.

A to Z challenge : Monsters in my Life

We all have our own version / definition of monsters at different age. Its like giving a different face to our fears as we grow up. So I thought of few faces I can associate to this feeling ( based on my age )

4 : I don’t recall why I had this image fixed in my head that the top floor of my grandmother’s home had a sand man living there. Who always wanted to eat me. My mom says it was one of my nightmare that I told her about and frankly that particular spot gave me creeps till I left the house

10 : There was a robbery in my area and for a month. That time I used to be so scared of any one  who roamed the streets in dark. The watchman’s “jaagte raho” really kept me awake 😀

15 : One day I saw a 18 year old guy touch a 10 year old girl in an inappropriate way. I can not forget the look of confusion and fear on the girl’s face. Even though I was standing far away, I felt disgusted and afraid at same time. That was the first time I came to recognize why my mother always told me to be safe. That guy was the first real monster I came across.

25 : I was a victim of online stalking and defamation. I had never felt so insecure and vulnerable. I saw strangers asking me not to visit their blogs ’cause some one would follow my steps and say mean things about me on their page. I quit blogging and closed all my accounts for an year. That email id ( the only identity of my stalker) was my nightmare and monster equivalent for  along long time [ I still live in those fears I admit ]

On and off I have come across stories that would make me sad , scared and depressed at state and moods of people. Few of them so much deserve to be branded monsters. I pray for people who have to bear and deal with such creatures !

Inspired by the theme at

A to Z challenge : Excuses

Excuses are as varied as the cause or reason for which we invent them. But the worst ones are those , the heart invents for the mind. Not that mind is always right . but sometimes we know we are lying to our-self.   Last 3 days I have “excused” myself from some important things and I am not proud to that  –

  • I did not go to gym / or even for an evening walk which I so much love.
  • I did not write anything for 3 days, creating a backlog for blogging and same for reading blogs too. Not to add , that delaying my own therapy in times of over thinking.
  • I was irritated with something and I acted rude with my brother.
  • I did not pray or thank god for all the smiles he adds to my life every day.

I can list out the excuses / genuine reasons here for all these but the fact that I know I wasn’t right , doesn’t let me dwell on that. Instead I have to now fix all these. And find a way out before I make a pattern to excuse myself out of my duties and responsibilities.

Here’s to a happier and better week ahead. To heal , to read , to write , to smile , to love and be worthy of being loved.

Stay happy and blessed.

Missing home and mom

I fell sick yesterday ( again ). I actually fall sick pretty often sadly 🙁

So yesterday’s sickness , I blame on the evening trips to nearby dhaba to have bread pakoda , the Saturday evening sandwich ( the veggies dint taste that good i admit ) and last to the Sunday morning sub ( that definitely tasted stale ).

Yes , the food and the changing weather with the ability to spoil food soon has finally hit me once again 😐  *sulks*

The final result : I had a severe migraine , a mild fever ( which is still there as I type this ) , bodyache ( the back still hurts )  and an upset stomach ( I am yet to decide about its status)

and now comes the saddest part of being unwell : Being alone.

Roomie is home and I have no friends to call for the night *sulks a little more*

such are the times when I wish I was home. I have always been a sick gal since I left home. I have at times told myself that maybe my sickness is as physical as emotional. Or maybe psychological [ i forgot the exact term for that ].

The days I miss mom a bit too much or the days when I am low and I really need people around , I somehow fall sick. and as much as I try , I have to skip office , which further adds to me woes. People would think I am used to stay alone but the truth is , day after day , I am getting less capable of being alone. about 6 years after leaving home , I now crave more for a home.

And tonight again, I miss mom. The 4 calls to her during the day are not enough for me to be consoled and she knows it.

So, before I made another call to her and cry my heart out [ yes I am still a baby when it comes to be sick. I cry ] , I decided to write this to let that moment pass.

So, no more call to mom. no more being upset, just take my meds and be a good girl for a while.

Hope your weekend and Monday was better !

 

 

Dealing with people and other thoughts.

Last week was a bit disappointing in terms of people. there were too many instances when I was hurt or upset with friends.

I thought I would write about them , I would vent my frustration/anger about how people behave nowadays but now I am not so sure.

Writing about them is not going to help them or make me feel good about it. but what I am really concerned about is people forgetting how to be nice to others, how to trust others.

Some one questioned me for charging her 30 rps extra for some tickets. I would not have minded that as much the fact she actually paid me whatever she thought was the correct price. what will I benefit from that ??

Another friend keeps asking me to make plans to meet but every time I call her , she has a reason not to come. Moreover she will not answer calls / msgs some days but I can see her active on social sites. I am tired of  making plans for others and waiting for them

A very old friend of mine thinks I am living life all wrong ’cause I do not have any exciting stories to tell him. I do not write all that comes to my mind , I do not go places , I do not tire myself with catching up with N number of people or attend every single event in the city [ Actually I do try for most of the book events ]. why can not people accept change in others ? Do I have to justify my living to all now ?

I do not understand such people. I do not understand many people off-late  I can not react offensively , I can not forget such incidents either. I do not feel like validating myself to others or to tell others if they are right or not. I only wish and feel to pray. Yes, I did not think I would say this, but I really Pray for all these people. I pray first for myself so I can keep my patience. I pray for these people to have peace in their life. I pray for random people who are so critical or negative always for the world.

I pray for Love.
I pray to be with my lover.
[ some friends think that being in a happy relationship has made me so much wise and forgiving. And I agree to this observation.]
I offer my love to god as random wishes whispered in the dark folds of night , as a lonely tear that rolls down my cheeks sometimes as I let go of another demon of my past , as the warm hug to my guy in appreciation of all smiles he has added to my life.
I thank you, Love you , adore you my God !
you are my savior. And I will forever pray for your blessings.

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