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A Duvet For Any Day

Beautiful duvet / You make all coverings new / And freshen my room!

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Glorious Leftovers

I was thinking that if ever your dinner plate on an ordinary weekday looks as grand as this– and when you know that every item on that plate is a leftover, well, then you are certifiably fortunate! 

Because when leftovers are as glorious and grand as these, imagine what a fresh meal might look and taste like!

Leftovers

p.s.  and in case you’re wondering about what’s what exactly, going clockwise from the whole-wheat rotis, you have palak saag, chicken curry and broccoli subzi!  yeh hui na baat!

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Uncertain Of The Length

Parveen

If You Were Coming In The Fall

Emily Dickinson


If you were coming in the Fall,

I’d brush the Summer by

With half a smile, and half a spurn,

As Housewives do, a Fly.

 

If I could see you in a year,

I’d wind the months in balls —

And put them each in separate Drawers,

For fear the numbers fuse —

 

If only Centuries, delayed,

I’d count them on my Hand,

Subtracting, till my fingers dropped

Into Van Dieman’s Land.

 

If certain, when this life was out —

That yours and mine, should be

I’d toss it yonder, like a Rind,

And take Eternity —

 

But, now, uncertain of the length

Of this, that is between,

It goads me, like the Goblin Bee —

That will not state — its sting.

 

This picture is one that I took in the summer of 2008 in my friend Parveen’s house in Calcutta.  She is the artist of this picture.

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Do You Know What Counts?

Success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts.
— Sir Winston Churchill

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Are You A Leader?

If your actions inspire others to dream more, learn more, do more and become more, you are a leader.
— John Quincy Adams

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In A Jiffy

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First published on Monday, November 24, 2008, here’s another one for the files…





So, its been one of those days when my back’s been acting up again. Actually, the timing of this isn’t so bad really. I am currently taking a respite from work, and bad back or not, I am already predisposed to lying on it anyway! To read, to nap, to watch some TV, and of course, to just take it easy. But the fact remains that a bad back is a pain—in the back and in the mind. Because apart from the discomfort of the pain, there is the persistent fear that one might become confined to a bed or a chair to the point of becoming immobilized. Now, that is a painful thought!

So, it is with such thoughts in mind today that I initially told myself that I couldn’t make any dinner tonight. Well, that is what I thought I told myself, until, I told myself that I could. And so, with a stiff back and not too many sudden movements, I decided to put something together. And I did. In thirty-five minutes flat.

Now, the point that I’m trying to make here is two-fold: the capability to exercise one’s mind to control one’s body—and this is indeed an amazing thing when you think about how the mind can be such an effective tool when even modern medicine can sometimes prove ineffective. The second point I wish to make is to attribute certain personal characteristics to those that we imbibe them from—and I’m not going to get into the big nature vs. nurture debate here—in this case, my abilities to multitask with speed and efficiency can only be attributed directly to what I have picked up from my mother. 🙂

Bottom line for the day: I was able to put together this meal in a jiffy. Back pain and all notwithstanding. And I was told it wasn’t too shabby either– the meal, that is. Fact is, I saw for myself that it was literally finger-lickin’ good.

Here’s what took thirty-five minutes: masoor dal, palak sabzi and white rice. The chicken curry from yesterday took three minutes to reheat in the microwave.

Not bad, eh? 🙂

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Invictus, 2009

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Interesting account of Nelson Mandela's presidency and personal interest in supporting the sport of football, a national passion, and the first hosting of the World Cup in South Africa. 

This is the poem that apparently inspired Mandela while in prison and was the inspiration for the name of the movie as well:

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

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Avatar, 2009

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I came out overawed and underwhelmed.