Chapter 20: Self Help
March 2, 2011
The kitchen is a terrain I’ve rarely tried to tread into. I’ve never felt the need to do so. Mom is the Queen of the Kitchen. Whatever she cooks is simply amazing. And my knowledge of cooking as such is limited to making Maggi noodles, frying an omelet, boiling an egg and doing my favorite stuff of making coffee. But yes I had once tried to give Pav Bhaaji a shot. The result was extremely disastrous for my father to declare, I better never take it to the frying pan. But today I chose to tread into that somewhat uncomfortable terrain. Mom wasn’t at home. So I had to keep her bothered over her mobile phone to let me know where half of the things are kept in the kitchen. My relationship with the kitchen is limited to the second drawer beneath the gas burner, which stocks my favorite collection of biscuits, cookies and salty snacks. To be frank, I was not making some extremely experimental kind of breakfast. But it was once again the most simply Maggi noodles, which still lives up to its promise of chasing hunger away in two minutes. The only experimentation I did do was chopping an onion with my eyes swelling up with tears, finding a 12 day old chili and adding them to Maggi for some hotness for the tongue. The end result was satisfying. Self help had triumphed. So intrigued and inspired I felt, I hastily limped towards the balcony and called out for my sister who was leaving for some work. I told her to get me brown bread so that I can treat myself to an entertainment of a breakfast tomorrow – two egg omelet with five toasted slices of buttered brown bread. Sounds yummy na. I shall try my level best to make it simply delicious.
Chapter 21: Thought Process
March 3, 2011
I truly wish this could have been my most desired vacation. But isn’t what it is supposed to be. I know sometimes or most of the times, my writings on this blog must have hinted more of despair and much less of hope. The question of whether I deserved this or not also made me reconstruct the night of February 9, 2011. But then I thought, what is the use of it? Is there any? No, not at all for sure. In my entire course of immobile hours starting from February 10, 2011 till date, some things have remained inseparable from me. I would like to list them accordingly – my laptop, my wired internet connection, my mobile phone, my personal diary, my subscribed issues of Open magazine, my books, my copy of The Roazabal Line (courtesy: Yogeta Yadav), my copies of my favorite news daily Hindustan Times on alternate days, my supply of dairy milk chocolates, my music, my blog, my facebook profile, my emails through gmail, my chats, my poetries, my tv set, my music system and my mind. All of them have stayed with me. I downloaded some amazing Bengali music, which I feel is the best so far to lend my ear too. I also did lot of travel reading. I think that is my latest passion, I am getting addicted to and shall love to stay addicted till health permits me to explore new destinations or some age old destinations in new light. I want to return back to work. I still can’t imagine how things are getting managed in my absence. There is no God’s hand to take care of things that are directly or indirectly related to me. But I am sure during this last one month my love for writing and reading has only grown. And I’ve developed a fascination for two great channels on air – FOX HISTORY & ENTERTAINMENT & LUMIERE MOVIES. 45 minutes back, I witnessed fantastic cinema. In fact, I was rendered speechless by the Turkish movie – THREE MONKEYS. The story revolved around an affluent politician and his driver’s family. The movies core theme revolved around the lust for wealth and woman. And there was that cutting edge dimension of old family secrets. On a very lonesome, workless day I couldn’t have asked for more. Equally amazing was a round of entertaining comments that I shared with my comrade Rohit in Mumbai office and Adee S. in Delhi office. I know the eccentricity of being a hardcore Bengali simply spilled out. But at the end of the conversation, I had a hearty laugh. I was thrilled to discover the way Rohit (fellow Bengali colleague) was instantly reacting to it. At the end of the day, I feel fresh and fabulous. By the way for the second day, I prepared my own breakfast of two egg omelet with five slices of toasted brown bread with little butter on them and treated myself to a cupful of hot piping coffee. Finally I might succeed in shedding my image of being a complete Kitchen Illiterate. The mission to Kitchen Literacy is on… Smiles
It is 1.45 am now.
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