6TH SEPTEMBER 2008
A lovely morning dawned on the ordinary surroundings of my apartment in noida..after the stormy night of yesterday..there's a freshness hanging on the leaves of the trees in the park just facing our balcony...and a cool breath lingers in the air..today is one of those rare saturdays when i've got up early (read 9:45 a.m) and i dont hav any plans for the day..so its something great to look forward to..a lazy saturday..wid my morning cuppa coffee and JO JEETA WAHI SIKANDAR showing on set MAX...i comfyly ensconce myself on my bean bag to savour the iconic cycle race tht still gets the adrenaline pumping..and still gives u hope and insight into the indomitable human spirit tht i own..having been equipped wid this new found confidence..i just go out to the balcony and soak in the mild sunlight..suddenly it reminds me of the lazy afternoons at my home(read rourkela) specially after an overnight shower..and i start to instantly miss mom's care..mom's food..oh the smell of mom's richly cooked chicken piping hot from the pressure cooker and wid coriander leaves garninshing..along with steamed rice..a bowl of salad..and a rich yellow bowl of lentils..and life seems so simple to enjoy..and here so far from mom..at a place where..tiffin food and burgers hav shrouded the sense of taste of my taste buds..i rue the infinite such little moments of "feel good" tht i'm missing out on..
wid the soothing playlist tht i've made comprising of "hemant kumar,lata mangeshkar,rafi and kishore" playing on the feeble sound system of my sony vaio..i'm forced to think of a particular issue..why is tht..even the coolest dudes..hottest babes...across cultures..across regions..on orkut,facebook,mtv,channel v,bollywood actresses..politicians..why does every human being born..mention the same answer when popped the question--"what is ur fav cuisine?"..why does everyone reply wid all kinda exotic things..lik italian..spanish..chinese..junk food..choicest pastries(dark temptation et al) but why does everyone finish tht answer wid tht inevitable "and mom's food anyday"..as if its something we've taken for granted to be the epitome of excellence on culinary skills..i dont know how many readers go thru this..and how many agree wid me..but i guess..i'm not entirely alone in this gustatory insight of mine..there's something hauntingly beautiful wid wat everyone's mom cooks..irrespective of cultures and regions..the joys of childhood..of pestering mom to hav a little bit of chicken when its just spiced up..before she puts water into it..and she lovingly liking the adulation and praise...the little joys tht that life brings..makes me to realise how worthless my this life is ..even when i'm earning a 6 figure salary wid all amenities..and the newest gadgets wid me..there are some things tht are TIMELESS and truly there is no better and worthwhile lesson to learn on a lazy saturday morning than to relive the beauty,affection and luv tht was ground into the food of mom and tht has stayed..thanx mom..i know ur not reading this..but maybe i've told u enough times tht i luv the way u cook and wanna take it a step forward to let others relive their mom's cuisine..
suddenly i realise the song playing on the background is--"thoda hai thode ki zaroorat hai"..life and its quirks are so very meaningful and profound at times..till next time..hav fun guys..
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