Breaking eggs

An omelette.

A fluffy golden omelette was my introduction to the world of food.

I remember standing in the kitchen with my mother during a Suratgarh winter – must have been around 7 or 8 years old – when she showed me how to make an omelette.

At that time, I thought I was well ahead of all my friends and puffed up in my own sense of responsibility because 1) I was pretty sure none of my friends from school knew how to make an omelette and 2) my mum had finally let me use the burner. I could do some real cooking… and had finally graduated from messing around with my doll’s tiny pots and pans for make believe dinner parties. 

My grandparents were visiting us around that time. Grand mum, aunt and dad were chatting, uncle peeped in from time to time rubbing his hands together to share some news he caught on TV, I was feeling very important serving the omelettes that I had flipped and my brother was looking suitably grumpy early in the morning with such uninteresting chatter at the table. Everybody had omelettes that day. I made 3 of the 7 served.

While flipping them, I remember how the early morning light caught the glow of the golden yellow side. With the pan safely back on the burner, I looked up…the window across the kitchen sink showed a sparse brown clearing, a fallen tree trunk on a bed of dry brown leaves and the fog breaking to allow a ray or so of the sun from time to time… a cool, grey winter morning.

That old tree trunk used to be our rickety wooden bridge and that clearing, our playground when the fog cleared in the early afternoon. My grandfather would often accompany us and walk alongside as my brother and I walked from one end of that log to the other, treading carefully, maintaining our balance…the first one to fall off would lose that round only to run off to the other end and start all over again. Somehow, we never tired of this…

All the while, the wind whispered in those trees and few of the fallen leaves crackled as my grandfather’s foot trod on the dry ones. I loved those afternoons.

Decades later, I am older by far and wonder if am wiser by as much…something of that old perseverance is there still but clouded and seen through webs of doubt and questions associated with ‘practical reality’. I wonder if by growing up we actually hem life in and consider the wonders that this world has – and there are far far more than the 7 old or new – unreal. 

Maybe the version of realism and practicality that I am used to, are actually just my thoughts and doubts…curbing not only the freedom I seek but also the one I had. If so, I will break that shell this time.

You see to make an omelette, one has to break that egg.

Demetria, Demetria, where art thou?

A while back, Demetria had left me a note about my blog. It was encouraging and it’s always nice to hear something good. Since then, I’ve been looking for her site to thank her but have been unsuccessful so far. You see, she forgot to leave the address of her site.

So Demetria, if you are reading my posts, thank you for your kind words :). Do drop by again sometime and leave me your site’s name or url.


Letter to self

(Based on the prompt From You to You,  a letter to a 14 year old me. )

I can’t even recall what I was doing at 14…seems such a long time ago. When I chose this prompt, I couldn’t think of anything that I could or wanted to say to a younger self. Now I think I can.

Do you remember that quote in Reader’s Digest?

Don’t be scared of darkness. It simply means that there’s a light shining nearby…

That stayed. Let’s start with that.

Don’t worry. About anything. Everything is a whole lot more and much much better in every way, than what you are hoping for and even perhaps, than what you can imagine at the moment.

Everything is alright. Everything always becomes alright.

You do get what you truly want and what is right for you. Not in the way others think of “right” in terms of “should” and “ought”, but what is truly right for and by you.

You will do everything that you want to do and a few things you haven’t planned on. Turns out that you have more courage than you know and are smarter than you think. Life is good, people are well and God is great.

And you know how you think you are bad at Maths? Turns out you’re completely off on that one and realise that now.

Few people you care about, will pass. It’s alright. It’s time for them to go. Doesn’t hurt after some time – the essence of your relationship, what you learnt from it, what it was like and about – all that stays with you.

Few dependencies petered out – which is a good thing. You have your own apartment, catch-up with friends on the weekends and wear heels now by the way. From time to time. Sneakers, jeans and t-shirts are still your favourite go to items…and you have a pair each in green, yellow and black – yes green and yellow too and no, you haven’t gone nuts. Wear them to office too and no, you are not working in media. Someday you want to though.

Your dreams are changing and horizons have broadened…worlds have opened up and I think they will continue to…

If I had to say something to you, I’ll say live freely.

Dance. Write. Smile more, say what you want to. Faces and places keep changing

Enjoy the present – how you are now is perfect great. Perfection is boring…and so limiting.

You have faith in yourself and your abilities already – do also enjoy what you have and how you are.

Whatever you want to do now, do that. You are fine. Things are great.

and they just keep getting better and better.

Found two new quotes recently. Hope you like them:

It’s time to start living the life you’ve imagined.
~ Henry James

Your current boundaries, were once unknown frontiers.
~ Anon

Thakumar Jhuli

I was named after another girl, my grandmother met once. People often think it was the river I was named after, but it was the sprightly, charming and friendly 2 -3 years old girl, she named me after. Odd thing is, I don’t think they met more than 3-4 times at most and that too, at someone else’s house.

She’s a pretty good sort, my Mum-mum. I have no idea how we came by that name for her, but we did and passed it along. My brothers, I and even my close friends, have called her that for years now. She’s the sort that cooks well, turns the house into a home, is affectionate, loves children and flowers, your friends, calling people over and hosting lunches…the typical nice warm grandmum. But she’s also the sort who will emotionally blackmail you relentlessly. However, when you don’t get affected by that and give it as good as you get many many times, she’ll chuck that tactic and show you how spunky she can be… and you’ll enjoy a nice laugh together.

Born in pre-partition India to a Zamindar family, my grandmother is older to me by 2 generations. Technically she should spin tales of yore, be superstitious and stick to age old misconceptions of how society should be. But I realized how cool she truly was, when my mum told me that she didn’t want me to be named after the girl, as she was sickly. My mum-mum never told me that. She just noticed the bright eyed innocence of the little girl and enjoyed her company. That day, I was more proud of her than I have ever been.

So even though she is a little vain about her looks (when I say “little”…), loves dressing up and getting others to do so, likes others to think that she prefers to read books (she reads a few), when she actually LOVES watching family dramas and soaps in general and is disappointed that I’m not married yet, she’s the best sort around…and the only sort that could be right for me.

This post is named for her. Thakumar Jhuli refers to the repertoire of folk tales and stories that grandmothers have and often narrate to their grandchildren. When I started out, I was supposed to write about my namesake but words have a funny way of pouring themselves out.



Now you see me…

but then (and let’s face it, mostly) you don’t.

Although I am more about disappearing at will to go somewhere, instead of just becoming invisible within the confines of the same physical space.

Nope. No self-esteem issues, don’t sit out or fade into the crowd… I just have this innate ability to whoosh from “may go” to “long gone” in a trice.

Given this ability, its hardly a surprise that I have gone missing from my own blog for more than a month now. But I have been thinking about coming over to stay (hopefully for a while), removing the covers and settling into a cosy couch.

And this prompt seems to be just what I needed.

About the ability – as of now it really comes in handy when I find myself in small parties promising long conversations with people I am more keen on avoiding than not.

But if I could, I would also use it to travel. Hassle free, paperwork free vacations, that can be taken during the weekends or during a really dull work week and may then be, as short or as long as I please.

I wouldn’t mind using it for regular commute as well. Skip the traffic and catch-up with friends!

Incidentally, just a few hours ago, a couple of us from work were debating the pros and cons of disapparating. Well, I was thinking of the cons, A wanted the ability and the rest were neutral and more interested in their steaming hot mugs than what A was convinced, is going to be the future mode of commuting.

Now that I have mulled this over a bit more and remembered what I really like about it, I’d have to say, this is one ability I wouldn’t mind getting an upgrade on.

Real Neat Blog Award

Thank you Storyville; Stories,Tales,Yarns and Other Adventures for nominating my blog for this award. I am humbled and honoured.  and unfortunately for my family, encouraged 🙂

How this works:

  1. Thank and link the blogger who nominated you.
  2. Answer the seven questions the person who nominated you provided.
  3. Nominate seven other bloggers.
  4. Create seven new questions for the people you nominate.
  5. Display the logo somewhere on your blog.

Let’s see if I can do this justice. These are my answers:

Do you believe in ghosts.

Yes. and I pray really really hard that I never see one. Can’t outrun a ghost…

Can you explain the LBW rule?

Thanks to my family’s obsession with cricket and my brother’s tendency to disappear with the remote, it was all I got to watch for weeks at a time. I think I can give it a shot.

When a ball, that isn’t a no ball and has been pitched in-line (or sometimes on the off side), hits a batsman (or his knee/ leg guard) before touching the bat and would have gone on to hit the stumps had it not been blocked so, LBW comes into play.

A healthy dose of vehement disagreement from the opposition’s supporters, seems to be a requirement as well. Howzzat?

What is your favourite film. Truthfully now, not the one you tell your friends to look cooler.

:D…ok. Godfather and Kill Bill II. Honorary mentions, The Holiday and First Wives Club.

How many of your Facebook friends would you actually go for a drink with?

3 – they are the only ones who can’t drink me under the table. However, if they ever manage to, I can trust them not to immortalize the night on You Tube. I have more dope on them.

Adventure or Security. Pick One

Security – with relationships, finances and passport.

When did you last laugh uncontrollably?

2 days ago.

Do you have someone to love?

Yes :). Many – and they make up my world.

Okay, now my questions:

  1. Cricket or football. And why?
  2. What are the three things you can’t live without?
  3. Share a favourite quote
  4. What are the top 2 points on your bucket list?
  5. What are you reading/watching these days?
  6. Fortune or Fame? You have to pick one too.
  7. The last time you danced or sang to your heart’s content.


I nominate:

Pairs well with…

the geek couple

Little Yak

The Practical Historian

Joy Loves Paris