The tongue is to be blamed for leading us into junk-food temptation. I meekly agreed to my friend’s analysis of the situation and the branding of the tongue as the main culprit that leads of layers and layers of fat on our body. I quietly drained the lemon juice and bid adieu to the chicken pattie wondering how to curb the provocation from my taste buds.
It makes interesting reading to delve into the mindset of people from various walks of life, who talk about Athena, as they knew her, and as she influenced some aspect(s) in their life. It’s almost like reading pages from the personal diaries of these people, and it goes a long way in holding your attention.
The play of light, shadow, effects and even the background music adds to the confusion of the script. Things are just happening, dialogues are just being delivered and amidst all the very-slowly unfolding melodrama, the female protagonist is “unnaturally” omnipresent.
In an age of DINKs – Double Income No Kids, I am faced with the pertinent question – To have or not to have – kids (or a kid, to be precise). Seven months down blissful matrimony, a belated honeymoon, and quite a well-settled household, the attention has been diverted to my aging ovaries. The [...]
So, when I was asked to make a user guide in MS-Word for a web-application, I did the needful, but also went a step-ahead to offer an online help, which could be integrated into the application. Customers are happy when you offer them a little more than what they accept; and needless to say my customer was glad. The only glitch being nobody wanted to offer me a licensed tool.
For an Indian woman, the pressure is emotional as well as social. While she wants to give the best to her husband, by maintaining an orderly house, a daily schedule and hot breakfast and meals served with love, any desire to go lax and easy is ruthlessly subdued by family expectations that you take the best care of your husband. So, if a hot, savory breakfast was the mother’s responsibility (and love) towards her son, the duty immediately falls on the shoulder of the “bahu” to ensure that the son is sent to work with a fully appeased stomach!
She also explores smaller, more marginal traditions, including Goenka’s Vipassana meditation camp, the Parsis in Mumbai, and the now-fading Bene Israel Jewish community. She mentions Varanasi in her travelogue, Osho Rajnish’s sex-cult, and provides information on Jain culture.
We wanted to fall in love with Chakrata, we wanted to wander into the small by lanes and walk on the clouds, and trek in the forests, but falling in love with Chakrata is forbidden. The intense military presence and tight security, is scary and your every move is closely watched. Photography beyond a certain point is strictly forbidden.
The streets of Pushkar are filled with Israeli travelers, who come here in search of spiritual upliftment, but get hooked to the cheap drugs that are smuggled across the borders of Rajasthan. While hash-filled aroma filled the air, and recklessly relaxed white-faces and blue-eyes met our gaze, I wondered why Pushkar was home to so many travelers from Israel.
Today, I tried making parathas with spicy gram flour fillings and it came out well. The stuffing can also be used to make Kachoris. Here’s the recipe: