Aaj ka special
Posted in Aaj ka special on 03/29/2009 11:09 am by A J
Aaj ka special
It was Friday and a holiday. So me and Ma decided that eggs would be a great choice for breakfast. And the happy me was every ready to dice the onions, the tomatoes, the chillies and make my unbreakable omelette.
"Today I don't want the omelette", said Ma. "I am tired of eating the masala style. I shall rather have boiled eggs".
"Wokay Ma!" I said "mein banata hu".
"Oh! Abhee who bhee tu banayega?"
"Oh ho. Mein karta hu" I said.
So went the onions chop chop.
Chop chop tomatoes.
Slice slice chilli.
Side by side I added salt to a pot of water and set it to boil with the eggs.
You see salted water prevents the egg from cracking.
I quickly fried up the onions and tomatoes. Made it nice and spicy.
Something struck in my grey cells and I set aside a portion. Upon the rest I poured the beaten egg.
My omelette was cooking in the pan and the egg was boiled ready.
I quickly cut the egg into half and mixed the yolk with the mixture.
By the time my omelette was ready, I had filled up the boiled egg with the yolk and masala mix. Tataaaaa . a new recipe was born.
Mom was thrilled to see it as much as eat it.
She was so thankful to me for making something so special out of the ordinary.
And that is what happens to life too.
You really don't need to wait for those special 'ingredients' or a specific time.
If you want to make something special out of a day, just look around. The ingredients you are sure to find around. And if you don't, a smile is all the spice you need.
Wishing you happy specials ahead :=)
I’m back, back for good
Posted in Back for good on 03/24/2009 04:18 pm by A J
I bow
I bow in peace
I bow in respect
I bow with gratitude
The decision was tough, very tough.
I twisted, turned in my sleep, trying to determine where do I migrate to?
Leaving you all was tough but I was deeply shaken with the big loss.
And then the comments, mails, guest book entries poured in.
They moulded into the shape of a heart, a big beautiful heart.
Filled with love, pierced with pain, it wondered,
will I heal the wound?
Will I remove the arrow and seal the pierced with the balm of my existence.
Wondered I?
Was I so much to you?
So wanted?
Yes, came the chorus,
We love you,
And I heard each,
Each I love you.
For me it was every heart,
That spoke and asked me to stay,
How many was not what I looked at,
how much, with love, I saw.
Loss of mine, I realised,
Was with a meaning deep,
that since many days what I seeds I had sown,
today had bloomed into a tree.
And if I did uproot the tree,
my root would tear,
and the new place, even if fertile
Thank you my loved ones,
My re-existence I owe to you.
(Loved one… if there is any trace of arrogance any where here, forgive me. This is a translation of what the heart spoke)
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I’m leaving on a jet plane
Posted in I'm leaving... on 03/17/2009 09:42 am by A J
All my bags are packedI’m ready to go
I’m standin here, outside your door
…
So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you’ll wait for me
Hold me like you’ll never let me go
cause I’m leavin on a jet plane
Dont know when Ill be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go
These is the lyrics of one of my favourite songs, Leaving on a jet plane by John Denver.
There he has to leave and waves his beloved farewell, here I contemplate bidding a final goodbye.
Yes. I’m contemplating a final good bye to iLand and moving on to a better avenue, a place that respects people and their emotions, and does not consider blogs as merely some place where people scribble just for the sake of it.
It has been so long, I mean so many days since my posts have been lost but there seems to be no urgency to retrieve them. And that annoys beyond words.
Ok, I do have a back up of all my posts, each one of them, but can I ever get back those days I spent here? The emotions, the feeling, the me growing from a I-can-bloody-never-write-prose to oh-la-la-I-Love-what-I-write. Na…
Yet the love for the umbilical cord remains. The connection may have been cut but can it be severed? I don’t know. I just don’t know.
I have already created my new blog titled “dil ki chutney” but one post later I’m yearning for my second family. For once, I really don’t know what to do…
I’m speechless,
But not helpless,
for it’s not words that I have lost,
It’s simply the ability to speak.
Thank you for all the support loved ones. Love you all…