My experiments with food!

Here is an attempt to write the stuff I conjure and dish out to people, mostly the ones I love. Ofcourse given my fishy memory, I am sure to forget a few of the ingredients.
Just that it will still turn out good.

Oh another thing when you are cooking, do add some love into it, this really miraculously fixes the worst of recipes!

Chicken Asparagus with mushrooms
Wash the chicken and marinate with garlic, pepper and salt. Not mentioning the proportions as this really depends on the cook and the diners.Cut Asparagus stocks to small pieces, dice the mushrooms as well. Heat some olive oil in a pan and throw in a few cloves of garlic.Now place the chicken and stir fry it for approximately 15 mins or lesser and then add the mushrooms and asparagus. Cook for another 20 mins and then add some fresh cream, milk and cheese. Simmer the concoction with a dash of parsley dried or fresh and its ready to be served. You could eat it with pasta of your choice, rice or bread. I love it!

Shine on you crazy diamond!

Yes it was an impressionable age, but no I never did like the sun. It gets to me. I completely lose it.
But then if you meet him you would know. He had come to pick me up from KIMS, on that beauty of a bike, a Yezdi Classic. He was known for making these crazy modifications to bikes and all else and he was hot! And so was that day when he decided to take me for a ride or a drink, hell I dont remember. And then right when we were going to climb uphill his bike stopped! Just like that.The gas had run out. Lazy bones would never bother to fill it up.
Before my face could turn red, he gave me this huge innocent grin and said - 'You know what this is going to be the most amazing hike of our lives!'
And we did. We spoke about engines, cycling, the Thungabhadra, beer and love I think.
Never met anyone so trippy, so charged up, so cracked in the head. Never wanted to love and kill someone the same instant.
And just as I thought I could handle all this crazy frenzy, I have another, springing straight out of him to knock the wind out of me!

Pop a Movie

Suddenly I am rediscovering the joy of writing, this time through blogs. My poor diary would have to suffer in emptiness for a while.

Here's a movie to watch if you feel disgusted and yet nostalgic towards your country India. Delhi 6, a refreshingly new approach to making movies. A mix of drama and books and reality with the old formula of happy endings! So easily brings out the monkey in us, the disgustingingly superstitious approach to life of an otherwise intelligent race.

What's this hullaboo about Slumdog millionaire being overrated. I loved the movie, it was stitched pretty well. Yes the concept is not new when we talk about showcasing the slum world of our country, but I liked the way the story matched to the current context. Maybe it isn't worth 8 oscars like English Patient with a complex plot of map making and love. But it is definitely a good movie. Funnily enough I had forgotten that I had even watched English Patient which seemed more like choicest scenes of a person's mind than a movie. Why do good movies always have to boggle one's mind, leave open ended questions? Why can't they just flow smoothly into your cup of thoughts with facts of what is and not leave any room for imagination.

I am a Survivor!

Was driving to office today and on the main road stopped at a signal. My eyes looked around for nothing and I almost decided to start reading Solo from where I had stopped. And then I noticed this tiny little boy on one side of the main road. I was psyched for a tiny moment and then I saw this woman, just next to him, filling water...phew I felt relieved. Hell no, she started walking, away from him ... I wanted to shout out, your baby... then I wasn't sure since she did not even look back at him. I so wanted to jump out of the car and hold him.. I couldn't help but imagine the worst. Maybe she was the mother and she was abandoning him this very moment. Maybe he didn't have a home. He was almost onto the road, lazily raising his hands, but not really moving much. I couldn't help but wonder in amazement how a small child could stay put on an end of the road without curiosity getting the better of him. And then that woman stopped at the end of the road, gave him a look and watered the newly cemented pavement and headed back.
Magically the song on the radio screamed I am a survivor!

Books from last recall

The Golden Gate, hoping the love of my life will read it to me ... leave it to him

Solo, have never read the author's works before ... brilliant so far, just a few pages ... thought he was copying Jhumpa Lahiri's style of presenting ... but was proved wrong pretty early!

Nani's book of suicides, from a friend's collection, havent finished as yet. Started with a boring note and exploded into a full raging fire! Simply love her writing. Maybe somewhere I can connect with that kind of writing, should I say thoughts. I now imagine things more than before .. see a rag and imagine it to be a mendicant, can smell omelettes and I see an egg carrier passing by... she's definitely getting me loopy!

The Music Room, lovely book. I would have not read it if it was just facts collated... a story binding it all. Introduced me to Kesar Bai Kelkar, owe it to the author. Revived my love for classical music once again.

Pink Charade

I am one of those who gets mighty pissed and then lets the steam off without tapping on it!
I dont get the protesting bit either, how is that going to help I wonder.. but then what do we do.
I still belong to a minority, a bunch of weaklings living in a Y world.
I get molested and blamed for it. I am allowed to earn a living now and its quite a favor. But hell who said I can stay longer into the nights and work on as passionately as the males of this earth. I am but bound within a circle, that can grow but can never extend to infinity!
My freedom is but a charade and I like the color pink!

Dead

Bursting with ideas and frustration at the same time. Frustrated because I cannot be heard or rather I do not know how to bring back life into me. I am dead.

I am a ghost, people walk through me without realizing that they are tearing me apart.

I know now that I need to jump into some physical body preferably human to orchestrate my ideas. Or wait can I use this time to watch Ghost all over again .. love Patrick you know ;-)

Magical waters

Diving into the dark turbulent sea, without a thought, a spectator would note.
Why, did you not see that inspiringly handsome merman bading me into that magical world below? Or did you know what lurked under all that coral growth, a stingy ray or a shark's sharp jaw...
But its not for me to watch my step, while at each point I slid and fell.
Adventure is all that was wanting, adventure is all I got and in huge volumes should I say, 'cause this time it was the sea.
I drowned, I choked, I was almost eaten away, most of me decayed, somehow something inside just found its way, pulled me out and pushed me to the land where untold adeventures began!
Corny as it may sound I am here to stay and fall for it, hook, line and sinker, for adventure as would a prey!