Apr 29, 2010
We are born carefree,we grow and blossom,we get educated,we learn ,we marry,we become moms ,run households,work and the duites of a woman never ends or changes.Im not saying a man has nothing to add,he does bring the food to the table,he does drive us around,he does love his family but his contribution do have limits.
This excludes househusbands ( who I have immense respect for),single parents because they do much more than the others.Thats a totally different league to talk about.
A woman marries and changes herself to adapt to the likes of her husband and the family she has entered into.I may usually yell mom please bring me water,mom could u please cook this today,mom why havent you washed this stuff i had to wear it tomorrow,etc.But now Im running around fulfilling everyones wishes and demands like a genie.Im cleaning toilets,Im cleaning,am washing the garbage disposal,polishing shoes,ironing clothes,cooking what others like (60% of the time,if I had my way,I would be cooking for 6 months in a year maybe),many things that I wish I had a maid to do it for me.Nah! Im against the thought of having a maid if I can do things on my own plus I know from experience,once you get a maid,you lose your touch in many things and become totally lazy.
There Im wandering again.I could never work for a newspaper ,coz I would never be able to concise.
Being pregnant ( I havent been ),giving birth( again havent),caring for a helpless soul,caring for its every needs and juggling with other very essential chores is all about being a fabulous multitasker (which women are known to be good at anyways) and in the process evolving to be quintessential.
Being a good wife,trying to be good at everything so that my husband wouldnt get a chance to complain about anything.Being a good daughter in law so my in laws wouldnt think less of me.You always have to do your part without the need for achieving a medal for everything.I have learnt you have to learn to do the right thing though you may never be appreciated for it.You may gain competetion from every female soul in your household but dont compete.Do your best and stand by the sidelines.My husband always tells me,do things right,I dont care what others have to say for the sacrifice or things you do but I know.Isnt it enough that I know.That was a touching thought and I know many men feel the same.Men dont say flowery stuff all the time,they dont say wow...you have done this great and that but they know.they know the faults in you,they know the good in you and so does God.Im always thankful to God for everything or at least I try to be when I remember.Got to have the faith !
Iam glad to be woman.Not all the time but most of the time.
I always think about my mom,I dont know how others would judge her as a parent but to me ,she was an all rounder.She worked for 10 hours a day back then,came home,took care of our basic needs and did all the household stuff.My dad worked for 10 hours too,travelled by bus,came home,gave us baths,taught our school stuff and we all went to sleep.I would watch my mom standing for hours in the kitchen cooking and cleaning up and after 18 hours of doing everything,she would shower,lather cream all over her hands and feet and face and would give a quick glance at our faces and fall asleep within moments of hitting the pillow.I didnt know when she gave time to my dad,I was too busy in my own world to notice or even care.
Every friday my mom cooked normally for around 20 people who came over to our place to play cards and chillax.That meant waking us up for church,dressing us up,taking us for mass,waiting till we finished our friday cathecism classes,by 11am,we would be free,then we came home by local bus,she changed and went straight into the kitchen where she cooked for 3 hours straight.By 3pm,guests were all there,we watched wrestling,they played cards and at 4pm my mom would be off to prepare snacks to be eaten with tea.The guests left by 7pm and then we were given dinner by 8:30 and off to sleep by 9.
Im not even half as active she was at my age back then.
Great I just lost my train of thought and I feel deleting this update would be a waste of the past half and hour.Im watching Chuck and I actually feel the need to shower but I have messy cooking to do.See I just cant be concise.Always too much going on in my head.
Oh yeah,he couldnt get that site online,he couldnt find his fav car,he couldnt muster that wink of his and finally asked me to prep his bed for him.Prep as in fluffin' and keeping his pillows right,adjusting the fan stand ,opening his bed sheets and then running my fingers through his hair( it started as a romantic gesture back in 2002 but now he just cant sleep otherwise) till he falls asleep.
He was drowsy one moment and the next he tells,"I just lost my sleep".
Usually when this happens,he gets up,walks around the house,talks gibberish and this frustates me coz I dont know what to do.If i ignore,I feel guilty that I cant help him and so I try to ease him and all.Its like taking care of a small baby.;>
As soon as this thought passed,my hubby fell asleep and started snoring.
Apr 26, 2010
I was getting completely low and then I read my friend Sujatha's blog and her blog on Chai has made me wanna go to those chai stalls where they serve strong milk tea.But I dont drink milk tea anymore,I quit almost 5 years back.
Im on black tea now and I tend to drink amost 5-8 cups per day.You should see me during the month of fasting.You have to spend an entire day without eating or drinking and open fast after 6pm.You should see how cranky I get and How I just want to kill someone who utters something in anything more than a whisper.Im a tea addict.
You know what ! Im beginning to think that even when I have run out of topics im trying to write something and fill out my blogs.But as long as it makes me feel better ,what the heck isnt it !
I wanted to write about child molestation today as I had seen this very interesting topic on Oprah but that would mean being very diligent which right now Im not.Its a heavy topic and I know people dont like reading such things but many of us are parents and such a topic should be out there.Im not going to write the details of it but just wanted to pen down what Oprah said about child abusers and how a parent should know what to look out for !
See thats how my mind is...one moment Im writing nice stuff and then I switch to gory stuff.Sorry !
Before I continue I must say that writing this blog has been pretty liberating to me.I like the fact that I can jot down things in my mind and therefore,get it out of the way.I used to chat with my sister quite some time before but since shes not allowed to make any personal calls anymore I sort of miss talking about stupid stuff or heavy stuff and this blog helps out.
Back to the recipe,Im going to make chicken majboos.Its an arab dish and actually its bland.But Im gonna indianise it a bit by making it spicy.Making bland is damn easy but making it spicy,knowing the right combination of spices to enhance the flavour of your dish is tough.
The chicken pieces are supposed to be large that is one chicken cut into 4 pcs.Boil the chicken with 2 onions,a few cloves of garlic and lil bit og ginger,salt,turmeric powder,cloves and whole black pepper.After its boiled,strain the stew of it and keep it aside.You're gonna make rice out of this.But ofcourse you fry an onion a bit,when its golden brown,add the rice and the stew part and let it cook.Sort of pulao thing.
The chicken pcs ,you will lightly fry just to give it a golden colour.This you will place on top of the rice,sort of a garnish thing.
Now the most important part is making tomato soup.This is the part of the dish.In a vessel,add 2 cups water,pureed tomatoes,an onion cut finely,2 cloves of garlic,green chillies,turmeric powder,chilli powder,salt and pepper.Now you let it boil...till all the water nearly dries off.then you add oil and keep stirring to avoid it going all too dark and burnt.When the oil starts to separate out,add again 2 cups of water or more,let it simmer,add chopped coriander leaves to garnish on top.
Im not being exact here about how much and all coz I'll tell that only if someone is really interested.But to someone who is good at cooking will get my drift :>,I mean will understand the quantities they want to add.The whole thing takes around 45 mins with a pressure cooker.Use basmati rice.
Wish me luck darlings coz Im off to cook.
Apr 25, 2010
I have never been massaged and one thing among thousands in my wishlist is to go to a spa and be pampered for a day with all sorts of wraps and mud packs.I want to be attended to for a change,have someone rub my feet while listening to soft Kenny G. numbers.
Every once in a while I would snuggle into my mom's lap as a kid and she would lovingly stroke my head and hair and I felt great.Her smell still lingers in my mind,I call it mommy smell.
I used to take hot baths before but then quit them totally after some time.I would add some rose essence or some bubbles or a lil honey or a glass of milk.I read a magazine or sometimes listened to soft music and lit scented candles.
Now I wake up and Im cleaning,washing,doing laundry every other day,cooking almost everyday,showering,feeding,washing up again,tutions,eating and washing up again...a lil hindi drama,eating and washing up again...
A good bath requires you giving at least 35 mins or so and then you shouldnt have to do anything after that.The last thing you wanna do is smell like a rose petal and go out to throw trash,clean a chicken or wash utensils after utensils,cut onions and what not.So that was the end of english baths.:>
I had been to my friends place and she has an adorable boy whos 10 months old and I kiss him and snuggle him and throw him up in the air and wiggle his toes and fingers and do what not...All the while thinking lucky chap ! Wish someone would do the same to me.
But that would mean my husband breaking his back at a 100 different places and I doing the babying all ovver again.hehehe....
Apr 23, 2010
After 3 weeks,My hubby finally got a break from his emergency duty for a day.I decided that even though it would be very hot I would go out for an hour and rejuvenate myself amidst mother nature.But with this weather and my allergies that can go all ballistic on me,I have no choice but to cry my heart out in this blog.
Jamie Oliver is making salads on his show.The guy is just an amazing chef.He wont go for ingredients too far fetched and all.Its basic stuff which you have in your kitchen anyways.Today he showed this great salad dressing recipe which can be prepared in advance and kept in a jar for a few days.To 2 parts of extra virgin olive oil- add 1 part lemon juice,shake well and keep it as salad dressing.You can add lightly butter toasted crotons or you can rub raw garlic on stale bread,lightly fry it in butter to make it toasty,cut it into cubes or just break them with your fingers and add to the salad made of lettuce or rockets or a mix of any other salad leaves.
You can also add few pieces of boneless chicken to the salad and make a meal of it.On my next picnic with my dearest,Im gonna make this.The last time I made sandwiches of beef salami,lettuce shoots,cheddar cheese and brown bread.The thing is it tasted great despite being cold.
Its sunny and still dusty...wish I had a portal that I could jump into and be greeted by fairies and luscious greenlands and have fun hopping and talking to flowers and trees and animals.Im trying to recede back from my childhood memories but they are just too good to be ignored.
I had a great childhood.I wasnt telling my mom what I wanted to wear,who I wanted to wear and trying to act like a mini-adult.I was stupid,carefree and in my dreamland as a child and I made sure my siblings took part in every fantasy fun I had.I would tell them lets go to Venus and try to rescue queen venus from the hands of planet Saturn.And they would stand with me by the doorway and we would act like we are asccending into space and doing the triumphant deed.Thats childhood.My parents didnt say dont act like an idiot,dont do this and that.They didnt indulge us but didnt stop us either.After all we are kids only once in our lifetime.
Great ! The weather still hasnt cleared up.What am I going to do? I wanted to wear my blue salwar kameez,wear blue eye makeup,nude lipstick,get ready and go out and feel the wind beneath everything.;>
But now im going to go and wash up my breakfast dishes,take a shower and then finish my farming on farmville.
Apr 22, 2010
Back in India,I used to be filled with wonder with how some trees,flowers and skies were.Come rainy season and you could spot tortoises in wells,frogs in puddles,dew on every leaf blade and flower,crows on trees.You could hear the cock go cockle doodle do in the morning,you could hear my neighbours ringing their prayers bells and praying,I could see the break of sunlight in the sky and then I knew very soon it would be filled with bus honks,rickshaw honks,car honks and cycle bells.
I walked towards my bus stop and I would see yellow ,orange,pink,red and white flowers.You would see plants in every shade of green.You would see leaves falling down because of the light breeze blowing softly on it.You could hear the waves crashing into the Tanirbhavi beach from the rooftop of my building and I would always imagine white froth like waves ,huge and majestic.They tower over you (figuratively) and then when they crash the ground,I always wondered if it would feel like a 600 pound rhino smashing into you.
Here in the gulf,Its all concrete and sand.I long to see vivid colours.Maybe thats why I love bright colored stuff.I love pinks,reds,greens,magenta,purple and yellows and blues.I feel lucky when I hear birds chirping on a nearby rooftop or balcony or AC covers.I wait for weekends ( and it has been a while) to go to the beach and dig my feet deep into the wet sand.When I go to supermarkets ,I pick up fruits and vegetables and take a whiff of them.
I like to touch tree barks and feel the roughness of it.They are corky and tough but look closely and there's an elegance about it as well.
So much for being mushy,But I do miss those scents,Sounds and colours of life past.
Apr 21, 2010
Young King Arthur was ambushed and imprisoned by the monarch of a neighboring kingdom. The monarch could have killed him but was moved by Arthur's youth and ideals. So, the monarch offered him his freedom, as long as he could answer a very difficult question. Arthur would have a year to figure out the answer and, If after a year, he still had no answer, he would be put to death. The question was: What do women really want?
Such a question would perplex even the most knowledgeable man, And to young Arthur, it seemed an impossible query. But, since it was better than death, He accepted the monarch's proposition to have an answer by year's end.
He returned to his kingdom and began to poll everyone: The princess, the priests, the wise men, and even the court jester.. He spoke with everyone, but no one could give him a satisfactory answer. Many people advised him to consult the old witch, For only she would have the answer. But the price would be high as the witch was famous throughout the kingdom for the exorbitant prices she charged.
The last day of the year arrived and Arthur had no choice but to talk to the witch. She agreed to answer the question, but he would have to agree to her price first.
The old witch wanted to marry Sir Lancelot, The most noble of the Knights of the Round Table, And Arthur's closest friend! Young Arthur was horrified. She was hunch-backed and hideous, had only one tooth, Smelled like sewage, made obscene noises, etc.
He had never encountered such a repugnant creature in all his life. He refused to force his friend to marry her and endure such a terrible burden, But Lancelot, having learnt of the proposal, spoke with Arthur. He said nothing was too big of a sacrifice compared to Arthur's life. And the reservation of the Round Table. Hence, a wedding was proclaimed and the witch answered. Arthur's question thus: 'What a woman really wants?'
She said, 'Is to be in charge of her own life.'
Everyone in the kingdom instantly knew that the witch had uttered a great truth. And that Arthur's life would be spared. And so it was. The neighboring monarch granted Arthur his freedom. And Lancelot and the witch had a wonderful wedding.
The honeymoon hour approached and, Lancelot, steeling himself for a horrific experience, entered the bedroom. But, what a sight awaited him. The most beautiful woman he had ever seen lay before him on the bed. The astounded Lancelot asked what had happened.
The beauty replied that since he had been so kind to her when she appeared as a witch, She would henceforth be her horrible and deformed self only half the time.. And the beautiful maiden the other half.
'Which would you prefer? She asked him. 'Beautiful during the day .... or at night?'
Lancelot pondered the predicament.
During the day he could have a beautiful woman to show off to his friends,
But at night, in the privacy of his castle, an old witch!
Would he prefer having a hideous witch during the day?
But by night a beautiful woman for him to enjoy wondrous, intimate moments with?
(If you are a man reading this...) What would YOUR choice be?
(If you are a woman reading this) What should YOUR MAN'S choice be?
What Lancelot chose, is given below:
Noble Lancelot, knowing the answer the witch gave Arthur to his question, He said that he would allow HER to make the choice herself. Upon hearing this, she announced that she would be beautiful all the time. Because, he had respected her enough to let her be in charge of her own life.
Now.... what is the moral to this story?
The moral is...
1) There is a witch in every woman no matter how beautiful she is!
2) If you don't let a woman have her own way, things are going to get ugly.
So, always remember:
IT'S EITHER 'HER WAY' OR IT'S 'NO WAY'.
Apr 20, 2010
But Im not going to write about weight issues...today its purely on pigmentation.
One day my husband came complaining home thats his pits had this smell.This usually happens when the temperature rises to 50'c and +.A friend suggested him this cream which if he applied on his pits,the smell would gradually wear off.I always read the instruction papers of every product without fail and it read that it could be applied on blemishes too.I thought what the hell and applied it on my face.
The first month,all the blackheads and blemishes cleared.I liked the clear skin look and I continued and then I discovered that by staying inside and avoiding direct sun I got fair with this cream.
So thats my story.hehehhheee.......
Its "Pohli cream".You have to do a patch test coz many of friends tried it and they had allergic reactions.
Having a damn sensitive skin has prevented me from trying facials or any other treatments.Yes,I have never done a facial in my life.But I do care for my skin the desi way.Thats gram flour,rose water,multani mitti,steaming my face every now and then at home and using a good scrub fortnightly.I avoid the sun coz 45'c..50'c..55'c and finally during the peak season 60'c is not the kind of sunlight and heat you want to enjoy.
But now I have found something new.Oil of olay day skin whitening cream.It evens your skin tone,so you dont have spots on your face or dark patches here and then.Am I obsessing over fairness...yes..right now I know I will be spending the next 3 months alone at home on my own as my husband is on emergency duty,I have nothing better to do then draw,cook,and try homemade facepacks to improve the quality of my skin.Im covered with black dots(beauty spots) and moles on my face.They are God given and I like them.
Im gonna embark on a new project soon.Gonna draw something and be all over it for a few days.I just taught science to my student.Habitat ,adaptation,water lettuce,pitcher plant and all.He looks at me with pure wonder when I explain things and the working of it.Its fun to teach someone isnt it ! All you mommies know it by now.When we were done with school stuff ,he went on to explain to me how he and his mom cleaned stomachs of sheep(OJRI).It has to prepped a certain way and then cooked.He's 8 yrs old and being the only child he is very much involved with his mom and dad.I was stunned coz I havent eaten it myself.
The only way I helped my mom out was eat what she made as she laid it down on the plate in the kitchen.The 3 of us had one favourite passtime and that was we licked our plate clean especially when our fav. dish was cooked and handed the plates to our mom.Sometimes she got a kick out of it and sometimes she would call us naughty piglets.
From pigmentation to piglets...I dont have my thoughts in order at all,do I !
But the point of writing about it is mainly for the usage of the word "FUCK" in this series.Its like the first alphabet of english.Fuck you this,Fuck that,Fuck you,Fuck me !!!!
This word has become so second nature to one's vocabulary.My husband happened to witness a 5 min of the series and he goes," Kya hai ye? Har bath pe fuck fuck?? Itni third class language ki series dekhti ho....".I told him its comical but he failed to get my point.He didnt want to watch it.
I remember the my first bad word.Guess when and what it was ! I was in the third grade and Sister Rosemary was my class teacher.Some girl did something to me and I yelled you "liar cock!" (Of course,I had learnt it in the class).My mom was asked to come and meet with her.When she told my mom,My mom is like," Do you what it means?" I said ,"Yes,It means she is a cock (bird) which lies."
The second time I shocked my mom was when I was in my second yr of MZC.She had come down on vacation to spend time with us.My brother and I were having our usual arguments,And both of us yelled at each other a Fuck you.My mom was like (in our native tongue)," Sandra,you have no control over your mouth ! What have you taught your siblings? Do you know what it means?" I went on to explain that according to the dictionary it means this and that ,we dont mean it in the literal sense.And shes like Im gonna smack the lights out of you,Better not use this word in my presence again or I will tell daddy.
I used to say it a lot before,my husband slowly got rid of this habit in me by going "AHHHHH...nai!" Now I say it when I have burnt food that I have been cooking for an hour or stomped my foot into the cupboard and am bleeding.
Im an angel with a glowy halo o'er my head.
Well,the series just brought this old old memory from eons ago...so I had to jot it down and share it.The purpose being to discourage the use of this word among kids and ourselves.Once upon a time ,most of us thought it was cool to say so Coz the americans did but it aint.One is not cool by yammering stuff like this...one is cool becoz of his attitude,his brilliant mind and his kind actions.We all are moms now and know better I know....We still have a few years before we land in teenage kingdom again and we will see a modern version of drama queens or kings ! I did my share of handling 2 teens when I was a teenadult already,So have a pretty good idea whats its like!
Apr 19, 2010
So One of the kids studies in an indian school.The poor chap had to learn so many new names and what not.I felt bad for the 8 yr old.What are the mountain ranges? Peaks,hills stations...Himadri,nanga parbat,dalhousie...I try making it easy for him.Like when he couldnt get Nainital..I told him remember it as nani ka tal....
What are slow rivers of moving ice called? Glaciers...first he said garlic...then glassers...then i was like glaa- c -ers.
Then we went on to English...he was reading the word bouquet and he says..book - ket...I told dont say ket say kay..and he goes aunty T is silent?
Poor thing...the english language can be so complicated for a kid who is figuring out pronunciations according to spellings.
Though my BP does skyrocket every now and then...it would have been great to have 2 naughty lil mini mes.
My mother use to say all the time...sandra and nelson were actual devils as kids.I have no idea how I managed them? Someday when Im in the mood I will write down some of my childhood stories and you will see a "dennis a menace " in me ! My husband does say I still have that streak in me.
Apr 13, 2010
Had a good long chat with my girlfriend.Girl gossiping,can be fun and evil too.So much to unearth,so much of load to let go.Its so difficult to find a good friend out here.I can say this though,I made the best of friends in college.I have noticed that as adults,you compete for many things.Better stuff then friends,better kids,better homes,better cars,better food,etc.
Not that I dont have good ones,I do,just a very few.:> I dont trust easy ,with people just wanna use you and discard you....when it happens many a times,then shame on me nah...
There my hubby arrieved...I gotta go !
Apr 12, 2010
Just did some eye makeup on one eye and was admiring my effort.Forgot to click a picture,next time I wont.It was just white eye shadow over the entire lid and cornered it with black eye shadow.It looked very neat.For some reason whenever I go out I never do any makeup on.I love kohl and lipstick,thats it.No foundation or pan stick or concealer or what not...
Right now I have applied olive oil all over my face.I've read somewhere that its good for the face.
Got some dishwashing to do.Toodles !
I got up yesterday and felt all lazy and didnt want to budge out of my bed.I felt cold and had goosebumps all over.Even after an hour of being under my blanket when I continued feeling cold,I decided a good cup of hot tea and a good breakfast would warm me up.I just had my eggs and roti when I started feeling extremely weak.Decided to check my temperature and it was 102+.Fabulous,I shut the Ac off.But then it continued the whole day...101...102...My poor hubby came from work,forced to eat lunch.I started sweating a bit but my fever still wouldnt cool down.Finally I went to the hospital,got a shot,checked my BP and sugar.My sugar was fine but my BP was 150/110 and that was giving me killer headaches.They gave me something to chew to lower my BP and then I came home and started feeling drowsy and must have slept through the whole night on and off.Somehow I managed to do some cleaning up in the midst of being awake.Im kind of a clean freak.Everything has to be clean else I cant sleep at night.Something like Monica from the Friends series.
Today Im feeling much better but a bit weak.I got up early,took a shower,washed and cleaned up everything again.Its good to be healthy and fine again.Thanks to God almighty.I love my husband for cooking me dinner and taking care of me.I thank God for each and every blessing.
Apr 10, 2010
Apr 9, 2010
Boil some potatoes well.Mash them and to it add a few finely sliced indian onions,coriander seeds pounded well,jeera seeds,coriander leaves,chilli powder and salt to taste.Green chillies if you want it hot.mash them all together and make small patties with your hands in the shape of small circles.Simply make a ball and smack it to make it flat.dip it in whipped eggs and shallow fry on a flat frying panin little oil.when they golden brown,remove and eat it with bread like sandwiches.