This thanxgivin I was up all night ... reached Best Buy at 2 and saw a huge line...and thus I missed out on my deal.
But the best deal of my life is just around the corner. Brings out a lot of different moods in me. I guess All I have to do is follow the heart. :)
Monday, November 27, 2006
Friday, November 17, 2006
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
I tried... but Im an Indian
The urge to eat some delicious, some spicy, some hot food just couldnt be sustained.
Today, I tried not to eat any of the junk food, of course, I could have tried to cook, but lately since last year, this habit is as rare as the balding eagle, I have almost literally stopped cooking. I need to get back to cooking, but cooking our food here leaves a very pungent odor on everything. The clothes smell, the body smells, even the hair. I know I know in India we rarely have the pleasures of quarantining the entire Kitchen, but the fact is in India everything and everybody cooks Indian food. Which is of course plainly called as food in India. But the point is where everything is the same there is rarely any distinction in the olfactory senses. But here even a pinch of turmeric and you will find the Generally-Minding-His-Own-Space-Gora ask you "You an Indian? You just had Indian Food?" in the Lift. Its not the goras that Im really bothered about. Its my own smell, It smells not just different, it makes me feel foodsick throughout the day unless I have a bath with some really strong stuff like Old-Spice and rid me off the curry on me.
I need to come up with a solution to the smelly cooking. I saw my friends came up with a simple one of having the lid closed immediately after adding the spices. But the smells stays. It Stays.. reminding me of the not so great cooking talent that I possess and how it was bliss back in India with my Ma.
On an ending note: Once when I was a small kid my Ma was really frustrated with me getting in all sorts of trouble at home. She Warned that if I keep on getting into trouble She will leave Home and go far away. To which I asked.. "Who will cook me food then?"
Poor Ma she didnt know better to slap me or to laugh at me.
Today, I tried not to eat any of the junk food, of course, I could have tried to cook, but lately since last year, this habit is as rare as the balding eagle, I have almost literally stopped cooking. I need to get back to cooking, but cooking our food here leaves a very pungent odor on everything. The clothes smell, the body smells, even the hair. I know I know in India we rarely have the pleasures of quarantining the entire Kitchen, but the fact is in India everything and everybody cooks Indian food. Which is of course plainly called as food in India. But the point is where everything is the same there is rarely any distinction in the olfactory senses. But here even a pinch of turmeric and you will find the Generally-Minding-His-Own-Space-Gora ask you "You an Indian? You just had Indian Food?" in the Lift. Its not the goras that Im really bothered about. Its my own smell, It smells not just different, it makes me feel foodsick throughout the day unless I have a bath with some really strong stuff like Old-Spice and rid me off the curry on me.
I need to come up with a solution to the smelly cooking. I saw my friends came up with a simple one of having the lid closed immediately after adding the spices. But the smells stays. It Stays.. reminding me of the not so great cooking talent that I possess and how it was bliss back in India with my Ma.
On an ending note: Once when I was a small kid my Ma was really frustrated with me getting in all sorts of trouble at home. She Warned that if I keep on getting into trouble She will leave Home and go far away. To which I asked.. "Who will cook me food then?"
Poor Ma she didnt know better to slap me or to laugh at me.
Friday, November 10, 2006
My New Karmic Discovery of the Week.
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When I was a Michigander, and that too from UP where you could get the original stuff for as cheap as free, I ignored it, and now Im a self confessed fan of Maple Syrup. This combination almost makes me smack my lips everyday.
Heres to a healthy start of the day. Cheerios + Maple Syrup + Milk = Blisssh
days are going slower
I know I know. It was just last week when I was in the Rockies. But I still think the days are going wayyyyy to slow.
LIstening to
Agar Tum Mil Jaon... in a nice slow tempo, the song is actually damn neat. Hmmmmm
Scientist guys at the atomic time center, can u rush up time for me real quick?
LIstening to
Agar Tum Mil Jaon... in a nice slow tempo, the song is actually damn neat. Hmmmmm
Scientist guys at the atomic time center, can u rush up time for me real quick?
Monday, November 06, 2006
cops? think again
http://newsvote.bbc.co.uk/mpapps/pagetools/print/news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/south_asia/6119928.stm
Calgary, Canada
This weekend was spent in Calgary, Canada. Amazing place. Made a friend there. Did a trip of the Rockies. Absolutely Breathtaking miracle of Mother nature. Saw some Elks, couldnt get any Moose. Someday Im gonna trek the rockies they are just too beautiful.
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