I have been quite busy lately spicing up my life..... collecting recipes and cooking them up. Right now my obsession is with American Chinese food and I guess until I cook up all the popular dishes I am not stopping. In this small city of ours, the good food joints are mostly Chinese and I refuse to eat any Chinese buffet (thats what I have done for the last two years). So these days eating out strictly restricted to American and Italian cuisines. Instead of restaurant my home is the place for me to enjoy our favourite cuisine now, though there are lots of dishes left to be cooked. But I am sure in the next couple of weeks they will be on my dining table!! Am sure D will be smacking his lips after reading this :)
I have been a lover of good food from my childhood days. It was not my Mom's cooking which I loved, it was Motor Jethu's dishes which he cooked up everyday for our lunch and dinner. Even the most simple fish curry would give Sonar Bangla a run for its money!! The man who saw the birth of my father, played with him and looked after his well being and then again did the same thing with me and my cousins cannot really be labelled as just a servant in the house who has served us for his entire life, he was one of us.... a member of the family whose loss I deeply mourn. I have always been a huge lover of macher jhal .... I refused to have lunch without it. I refused to eat it unless Motor Jethu cooked it up. His culinary skills were outstanding.... from exotic dishes to my everyday macher jhal he could do it all. I often told him he should run a restaurant and not waste his talent cooking for us. The world lost a good cook. When I started cooking in my kitchen I would often remember him and I know I can never reach that place where I can tell him that there are some dishes which I can cook better than him!! I did not even get an opportunity to cook up one meal for him.... that makes me utterly sad. I guess I feel guilty too that I could not cook up any thing for the person who cooked me whatever I fancied. But yes one thing I learnt from him: to win anybody's heart you must be a good cook. So true words and my heart can always be won by a good meal!!
As my cooking expedition continues.... I have surprised myself by suddenly starting to do some stitching. I find it pretty relaxing ..... could say I have a hobby now!! The other day when I told my Mom about it .... she believed me but at the same time she was sure that her daughter was slowly becoming a strange being whom she doesn't know! Lets see once I finish stitching up my cat design I have promised her that I will click it and send it to her.
Waiting for summers.... singing ..... looking forward to a nice long road trip to where ever. Just hoping Ritisha takes it well, if she gets grumphy so will I. Lets see what happens. But I badly need a vacation now. Suggest some nice places people. Time flies .... in another two months time my little girl will turn a year old! Now all the time she does Mama and Baba, can never do anything without us. I so much cherish these days, in a few years time life will be more about her friends and schools. Will be missing these days of her crawling,standing and holding my hand ..... great to see her grow!!
Gotta go now, time for bacon cheese egg english muffin for Sunday breakfast!
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Monday, March 8, 2010
Of Glitterati night and bird song
March ..... time for spring, academy awards and the international women's day, though not necessarily in that order.
The snow is finally gone, on the verge of saying goodbye to my snow jacket and boots .... feels good after living in them for the last three months. Looking forward to the bright cottons, flowers in bloom, green trees and children once again in the park!! Colourful days are here again....
Ritisha's first spring, plan to take her out to enjoy the birds and the flowers.
Last night watched the 82nd Academy Awards, its a pure delight for me to see the awards live over dinner. To be in Kodak Theatre and watch it with the stars is a dream yet to come true. The shine, glamour and the lovely dresses is something I am awestruck with. A month before the big night, I try and catch up with all the nominations in the best film category. Last year Oscar was memorable as India was quite in focus. This year I believed 'Avatar' would grab most awards .... it is an adorable film in every way. And 'Up in the Air' has such a genuine story line .... so apt in today's economy and George Clooney looked amazingly handsome! One movie which I loved and should have received some accolade for providing wholesome entertainment was 'The Hangover'. A flick which I guess no one would get tired of watching! Coming to Hurt Locker .... its difficult for me to say whether its a feature film or a documentary. I am no film critic, just someone who believes movie should be fun with a message. Hurt Locker made me feel sick, the whole movie was a like a news channel reporting bombardment in Iraq. No story... no acting, nothing to deserve an Oscar. Academy made it so clear that winning Oscar can be so easy ..... just let the subject matter be the war torn Iraq. To separate politics from art is very essential to honour art in its true self. The academy awards were so disappointing.... well am not to sure in the coming years whether I shall look up to the standard of films being awarded the Oscars.
Today being the international women's day .... I don't know whether such a day is required for the women folks. Equality of sexes .... what is so equal if you set aside a day for women.... don't men need a day to celebrate themselves? In the heart of hearts does all the ladies out there belief that equality does exist? Will be good to know their views. First lady director to win Oscar .... is it so important? I guess it should be about the movie and its creator .... but gender has to be highlighted. Ladies every day in the year is your day .....
Clear star lit skies and cool breeze..... Here welcoming Cherry Blossoms!!
The snow is finally gone, on the verge of saying goodbye to my snow jacket and boots .... feels good after living in them for the last three months. Looking forward to the bright cottons, flowers in bloom, green trees and children once again in the park!! Colourful days are here again....
Ritisha's first spring, plan to take her out to enjoy the birds and the flowers.
Last night watched the 82nd Academy Awards, its a pure delight for me to see the awards live over dinner. To be in Kodak Theatre and watch it with the stars is a dream yet to come true. The shine, glamour and the lovely dresses is something I am awestruck with. A month before the big night, I try and catch up with all the nominations in the best film category. Last year Oscar was memorable as India was quite in focus. This year I believed 'Avatar' would grab most awards .... it is an adorable film in every way. And 'Up in the Air' has such a genuine story line .... so apt in today's economy and George Clooney looked amazingly handsome! One movie which I loved and should have received some accolade for providing wholesome entertainment was 'The Hangover'. A flick which I guess no one would get tired of watching! Coming to Hurt Locker .... its difficult for me to say whether its a feature film or a documentary. I am no film critic, just someone who believes movie should be fun with a message. Hurt Locker made me feel sick, the whole movie was a like a news channel reporting bombardment in Iraq. No story... no acting, nothing to deserve an Oscar. Academy made it so clear that winning Oscar can be so easy ..... just let the subject matter be the war torn Iraq. To separate politics from art is very essential to honour art in its true self. The academy awards were so disappointing.... well am not to sure in the coming years whether I shall look up to the standard of films being awarded the Oscars.
Today being the international women's day .... I don't know whether such a day is required for the women folks. Equality of sexes .... what is so equal if you set aside a day for women.... don't men need a day to celebrate themselves? In the heart of hearts does all the ladies out there belief that equality does exist? Will be good to know their views. First lady director to win Oscar .... is it so important? I guess it should be about the movie and its creator .... but gender has to be highlighted. Ladies every day in the year is your day .....
Clear star lit skies and cool breeze..... Here welcoming Cherry Blossoms!!
Monday, February 8, 2010
Balle on Valentine Day :)
Come February and love is in the air!! Do I need to say any more? I admired those lovely cards on the racks of the Archies shop and not to mention those breath taking red roses. I could spend hours in any gift shop looking around all the lovey dovey knick knacks .... just one thought always crossed my mind .... why pick up one day to celebrate love? 365 days should be a celebration of love, I would like my man to pamper me everyday and if he does it once in every 365 days, I shall not feel great about it. So I never ever bought anything special for V day.
Suddenly you are out on the streets that day and you see couples everywhere.... chocolates, roses et all. The friends gang that hung around everyday in the coffee shop is not to be seen today... Why? Hey, c'mon today there is no time you see, Cupid is out with his arrow today.
Wah! What happens to those people who are not struck by the arrow? No answer. I felt this was unfair for the single masses. Why single out the singles? So after a lot of debate and deliberations we concluded: friendship stands on love so on this special day I used to hang out with my close buddies. The routine was same for almost every year, Coffee or lunch out (depending on our pockets) and a movie.(Evening n dinner time was free to catch up with your guy!)
It used to be a wonderful day! A great break in the midst of the marathon of studies as exams were always round the corner.... we celebrated as we balanced both worlds and no one could complain. I so thoroughly miss those days.
Most of my buddies were in steady relationships and every V day they would date the same guy and go ga ga of the fact how the dinner went. I mention this because I found it rather funny at that point of time .... don't you girls get bored doing the same stuff? And yes I used to get that look and the unsaid fact 'you gotta be in one to understand, having a steady guy in your life is for the blessed few!' Nah I never agreed I was happy with all the changes that came in every year, that adds more colour. I cherish all the V days that I have celebrated over the years....
This year lets see what is in store ..... I miss my gang of girls .... and as far as the celebration of love goes .... I celebrate that every day of my life.
Suddenly you are out on the streets that day and you see couples everywhere.... chocolates, roses et all. The friends gang that hung around everyday in the coffee shop is not to be seen today... Why? Hey, c'mon today there is no time you see, Cupid is out with his arrow today.
Wah! What happens to those people who are not struck by the arrow? No answer. I felt this was unfair for the single masses. Why single out the singles? So after a lot of debate and deliberations we concluded: friendship stands on love so on this special day I used to hang out with my close buddies. The routine was same for almost every year, Coffee or lunch out (depending on our pockets) and a movie.(Evening n dinner time was free to catch up with your guy!)
It used to be a wonderful day! A great break in the midst of the marathon of studies as exams were always round the corner.... we celebrated as we balanced both worlds and no one could complain. I so thoroughly miss those days.
Most of my buddies were in steady relationships and every V day they would date the same guy and go ga ga of the fact how the dinner went. I mention this because I found it rather funny at that point of time .... don't you girls get bored doing the same stuff? And yes I used to get that look and the unsaid fact 'you gotta be in one to understand, having a steady guy in your life is for the blessed few!' Nah I never agreed I was happy with all the changes that came in every year, that adds more colour. I cherish all the V days that I have celebrated over the years....
This year lets see what is in store ..... I miss my gang of girls .... and as far as the celebration of love goes .... I celebrate that every day of my life.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Oye Ritisha!
Snowing, late night and my hubby and baby both sleeping like angel.... I have all the time in the world now :) I so much love and wait for this time of the day when am on my own, silence often disturbed by D's snore.
Ritisha completes her 8 months tomorrow, so cannot stop thinking about the months gone by. Still remember the June morning when suddenly my water broke and I knew it was time to welcome my baby in the world. When I held her in my arms for the first time, I immediately knew all the pain and suffering was totally worth. I was grateful to God that she was a happy healthy baby trying to figure out where she had landed. The last eight months of my life has totally revolved around Ritisha. My bundle of joy grew by the day....learnt to smile, then laugh, then those funny noises that she made, now babbling and screaming,singing, crawling and exploring the world round her. How much she has grown from the tiny little fairy that she was.
But yes there were moments when I thought my head would explode if she cried one more time. At times I felt I am drowning, how long could I go on without sleep and rest. I too cried that this was getting an enormous task for me..... maybe I am not meant to be that perfect mother. There are days when I absolutely loose my mind. D would step in when he would see that I am on the verge of tumbling down.... then I realise Ritisha is so lucky to have him as dad. To be a good parent one needs patience specially when you are handling a baby.... that is what D has which makes him such a great dad. But however hard my day may be, when Ritisha gives that toothy smile and looks at me, I melt, nothing can be more heavenly and beautiful than that. I feel truly content and blessed.
Motherhood has taught me so many things in life. My outlook towards life has changed.... there is so much more to learn with each passing day. I would always put myself before anything else, my interest mattered the most to me. But now all has changed, its all about Ritisha.... she is the numero uno! Its a long journey ahead and am sure motherhood will be teaching me many more life's lessons.
Here's wishing my baby a very happy eight months birthday!!
Ritisha completes her 8 months tomorrow, so cannot stop thinking about the months gone by. Still remember the June morning when suddenly my water broke and I knew it was time to welcome my baby in the world. When I held her in my arms for the first time, I immediately knew all the pain and suffering was totally worth. I was grateful to God that she was a happy healthy baby trying to figure out where she had landed. The last eight months of my life has totally revolved around Ritisha. My bundle of joy grew by the day....learnt to smile, then laugh, then those funny noises that she made, now babbling and screaming,singing, crawling and exploring the world round her. How much she has grown from the tiny little fairy that she was.
But yes there were moments when I thought my head would explode if she cried one more time. At times I felt I am drowning, how long could I go on without sleep and rest. I too cried that this was getting an enormous task for me..... maybe I am not meant to be that perfect mother. There are days when I absolutely loose my mind. D would step in when he would see that I am on the verge of tumbling down.... then I realise Ritisha is so lucky to have him as dad. To be a good parent one needs patience specially when you are handling a baby.... that is what D has which makes him such a great dad. But however hard my day may be, when Ritisha gives that toothy smile and looks at me, I melt, nothing can be more heavenly and beautiful than that. I feel truly content and blessed.
Motherhood has taught me so many things in life. My outlook towards life has changed.... there is so much more to learn with each passing day. I would always put myself before anything else, my interest mattered the most to me. But now all has changed, its all about Ritisha.... she is the numero uno! Its a long journey ahead and am sure motherhood will be teaching me many more life's lessons.
Here's wishing my baby a very happy eight months birthday!!
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Getting to Blog!
My first blog!! Have heard people blogging....read some very good blogs written by my friends, but am not so tech savvy as to pen down my feelings on my laptop. Still prefer that pen and pad where I can scribble in when I want to.
I was a Diary writer in my school and college days, though not very regular but yes it was a good place where I could vent my emotions and put down stuff which I would rarely discuss with anyone. I pour over my "secrets" and guarded the diary with my life! I loved to write, be it my diary, some imaginative story or maybe letters to my friends as they were spread out in various places in India. Sometimes I wonder those blue coloured inland letters and postcards are they still around.... do people really write on them? Or maybe they are history for most of us now.
I thought it will be great to start writing after so many years. Anything and everything that I want to share will be here. Writing diary seems to be the era gone by, so getting up to date with technology! Things are so topsy turvy with my daughter around that my laptop seems to be the best place to write rather than paper. (You will understand if you have a 8 months old around you all the time and there is nothing more satisfying for her than to sit and tear newspaper or any paper that she gets her hands on)
With my Diary I was very honest.... I wish I can do the same justice to my blog. It is definitely difficult to vent out honestly what you feel about yourself and the world around you. Those carefree days of school and college are memories....now life demands so much more. So cheers to me as I start writing my blog, getting time to reflect and write is a luxury for me these days.....wish me luck as I embark on my journey to self expression!
I was a Diary writer in my school and college days, though not very regular but yes it was a good place where I could vent my emotions and put down stuff which I would rarely discuss with anyone. I pour over my "secrets" and guarded the diary with my life! I loved to write, be it my diary, some imaginative story or maybe letters to my friends as they were spread out in various places in India. Sometimes I wonder those blue coloured inland letters and postcards are they still around.... do people really write on them? Or maybe they are history for most of us now.
I thought it will be great to start writing after so many years. Anything and everything that I want to share will be here. Writing diary seems to be the era gone by, so getting up to date with technology! Things are so topsy turvy with my daughter around that my laptop seems to be the best place to write rather than paper. (You will understand if you have a 8 months old around you all the time and there is nothing more satisfying for her than to sit and tear newspaper or any paper that she gets her hands on)
With my Diary I was very honest.... I wish I can do the same justice to my blog. It is definitely difficult to vent out honestly what you feel about yourself and the world around you. Those carefree days of school and college are memories....now life demands so much more. So cheers to me as I start writing my blog, getting time to reflect and write is a luxury for me these days.....wish me luck as I embark on my journey to self expression!
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