Thursday, August 28, 2008
As usual, by the time the clock struck ten, my eyelids were carrying the weight of 10 sand bags. I managed to not look at the watch for an hour.
I just had to do it. Wish at SHARP twelve.
Saw a little bit of TV. All talk show hosts started to hypnotize. Every direction seemed to lead to the bed. I gave in. Set the alarm on my phone for fifteen minutes to twelve. I can almost swear that I was snoring before I touched the pillow.
Trust me, every blood cell of mine blessed me and got lost into deep slumber. I slept like a baby cuddling up with a doll. Just that my phone played the doll.
But, no. If only things could be that simple.
My subconscious brain was screaming its recital..Is it twelve O clock YET? Is it twelve O clock YET??
Alarm rang. Snoozed it.
Alarm rang again. Snoozed it again.
Brain: Wake up.
Me: I'm trying to force open one eyelid..wait..
Brain: WAKE UP.
Me: OMG! I have Ten Whole Minutes to go!
Brain: WAKE up!
Me: I think just five minutes would have past..
Brain: WAKE UP!!!!!
Me:I.. I... I....
I accepted my defeat to this conspiracy of the Brain and the Alarm. Gave a call. Guess what! I was the first one to wish. I was so glad I made it that we started off with a little chat about what's next, what plans for birthday and before I knew it was twelve!! *<:D
Spoke for around ten minutes.
And yeah, by the time I hung up...FINALLY, I wasn't sleepy anymore.
Monday, August 25, 2008
I know! I can't help it. Thats the current market price.
With that sentence, my gasping Ma shoved Yet another parantha into my plate. You see, my household has had paranthas as integral to the menu, as salt to food.
We have never believed in the outside food. Or so we have been brought up to believe. Everything that is there in the market, can be produced in our kitchen. Now, I will HAVE to give the credit for the authenticity of that fact seeing the list of paranthas alone!!
We are offered;
1. Aloo Parantha (Potato)
2. Gobi Parantha (Cauliflower)
3. Paneer Parantha (Cottage Cheese)
4. Mooli Parantha (Raddish)
5. Gaajar Parantha (Carrot)
6. Pyaaz ka Parantha (Onion)
7. Methi Parantha (Umm, what's this called in English? : Basically the end product is a soft green-brown parantha, topped with a soft boat of butter, side-lined with a scoop of yoghurt and cream.Is that drool in my mouth?)
8. Dal Parantha (Lentils; there are too many different lentils! Result; different colored paranthas! + the previous description :D )
9. Then My fav; Cheese Parantha :)
10-21 Ok. Lets not even get STARTED on the "modified" ingredient stuffings. The above ones are the "plain, straight-forward" ones.
So you'll have to agree on the variety my Lady Chef has worked out to keep her kids from eating the nasty food from outside. Leave alone eating, she has managed to engrave the fact into our brains that, outside food is equal to trash..pure trash. OUTSIDE FOOD~=TRASH.
Starting from Pizzas, Chinese cuisine, North-indian tandoori stuff, South-indian grand meals...she offers it all. To the extent we have named our kitchen; Mummy da Dhaba. The drool-provoking, feel-good scents have had us go beyong limits of hunger. Trust me when I say that. The amazing aromas from The Mummy Dhaba have our nosy neighbours also asking what the Heck is cooking! Thanks to her exhaust fan.
While I finish my post, its already luncheon time...Bhindi Fry (Roasted Lady's Finger) and Raita (Curd with seasoning & cut cucumbers) on its way!
Bon Appetit' . :)
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Friday, August 8, 2008
My thoughts where honked back to presence while the moron behind us blew his blasting horn. Excuse the profanity, but the wretched and persistent headaches had got the best of me. Still, my brain refused to agree that “I” might be hospitalized. Hospital; to me, just meant my dad’s work place or, somewhere other people went, when they were ill. Not me, I am born to a family of doctors, you see.
We reached hospital at midnight. Got blood tests done. Got admitted. I was found to be carrying the notorious bacterium Salmonella enterica serovar Typhi. I know! Sounds like a scary one and causes, Enteric Fever or better known to us as Typhoid.
Well, now that I google-d on this ailment, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Typhoid_fever, I seem to have had ALL those symptoms!
The fact that the doctors try to “hide” your illness from you, makes it look worse than it actually is. I was hospitalized for about a fortnight and trust me, when the fever wasn’t bothering I looked hail and hearty as ever! To the extent, that I had to see my IV drips to remind me that I was still there. But then, I did not really have strength to move a limb so I wouldn’t know otherwise.
The worst moments were only when I realized my appetite was dead :(! It aches right in the left chest, to imagine a person of my eating caliber, have NO appetite. Despite of my small frame, I have left a “lot” people gaping at my plate. I was asked to eat light, simple and boiled food to save some agony to my digestive system. So I decided, anything to get done with it!
Nevertheless, God’s favorite child got out of the hospital and now is on its way to recovery. :) I was welcomed back to office a month later, with my same half filled cup of tea, with all sorts of colorful vegetations in it.
It put a silly grin across my face while I just burped (excuse me) 'cause hey, custard apple shake did taste good at lunch! I’m back in the game! :)
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
To be honest, my grey cells were put to work on this only recently. I wrote an article in my office's newsletter and interested people began asking me for "the url of my Blog". Hmmm...So now people made it sound like a You-are-from-iceage-if-you-don't-have-it thing. Grey cells put in a fix.
Now looking back, I did have a horde of write-ups but I never thought of a Blog. After a number of times of opening & closing of this page, I decided to do Shri-Ganesh of my "own" blog. :)
Some of them are my prior articles, some close to my heart, some just plain thoughts, I would love to see your comments / feedback on these! Hope you enjoy reading them as much as I loved jotting them down. Happy reading.