I love Arshu so much. I love her to death. Aarish is just a week old, nothing much happening on his front. Just a lot of sleeping, pooping and sleeping. He will get his share of pampering too. For now Arshu is my jaan.

Christmas in Dallas

Binoy now has two kids he can spoil. Today so far has been a brilliant day, I got my nephew and his mom back from hospital, I saw Arshu open the Christmas gifts, I ate mom's food, I held Aarish in my arms, I sang to him and amazingly he stopped crying :)
Perfect eh!

Among all this there is one thing I haven't failed to notice. My mom. She has been working tirelessly behind the scenes. While my sis and jiju were in the hospital giving birth to the kiddo, mom worked tirelessly at home, feeding Arshu, entertaining her, cajoling her and diverting her attention every time she missed her parents, keeping the house in shape, preparing food, preparing her son's favourite dish, sleeping just 3 hours in the night, getting up early, packing food, getting Arshu ready for the hospital. I could go on really and it never would stop. My sis and I have tried countless times to get her to relax, to make her stop doing things and rest. She will, for that moment (just to make her children happy) agree and next time process repeat.

How can one woman hold so much love and dedication towards her family, her children, her grandchildren? Most of us would say that's what mom's are made of. Maybe. All I know is to me, my Mom is what defines Greatness. Selflessness. Love.

All I know is I have one week to make this Christmas the best Christmas she ever had.

I be.

Anfield Rises Again As An Era Falls

Sir Alex Fergusson has done his job brilliantly well. He has taken Manchester United from a mediocre club to where it stands today. And he has given hope to some pseudo fanatics that have risen during his reign. They all sing, they all chant the clubs name.

Anfield has seen all this. It has seen clubs rise and fall all through the century but never has it undermined its opponents. A Liverpudlian understands the beautiful game, we are the best supporters in the world but we respect them.
Period. Ata bas!

It's time to shove the respect up their candy asses. My brother hopes and hope he will; to not have to pick up the phone after having written such blasphemy. When "You Will Never Walk Alone" reverberates through Anfield, I feel helpless cause I won't be there to comfort my brother. Agony will be felt but I won't be there for brother. I wish things would have been different for him but then there is no cure for shortsightedness.

I will still call him and I won't laugh.
Hee Hee Hee.

I be.

Binoy knows. Binoy does.

December 14th.

Binoy intermittently struggles but Binoy knows better. Binoy awaits the coming of a new life in his family and tries to let go of another. Binoy is almost through but almost is still not there.

I be.

Janral Excitements

Sometimes you get bored of the usual excitements in life, don't you?
No, no. I ain't complaining but sometimes hota hai na? Or is it just me?

Just wondering.
I be.

Evidently Convoluted

I read a post on one of the blogs I have recently started following. I can't say if I got the point of the post, which more often than not, has been the case before but I felt it strike a similar chord in the life that I am leading. Maybe the same could apply to a lot of us, I don't know but to most of us its a reality we accept almost unknowingly.

With each passing year my life' gotten that much more complicated. It's a situation that can't be refuted neither do I try to hide it under the hood of wisdom. Every single relationship has had a new dimension added to it, evolved , getting more and more convoluted which no doubt has increased my understanding but at the same time made me more aware of myself. I am not the person I was one year ago, neither was I then the person I was the year before that.

What really changed between now and then? Every thought has lead me in a whole new direction. It would be interesting to trace the culmination of all our thoughts, our actions, choices that we made at different points in our lives, kind of like a parallel universe running at the same time and be able to look at where they would lead you. A different Binoy would emerge from each of 'em and quite possibly with different complications. I don't want to use the term 'wisdom', it's just such a freaking facade term, no? I could put a breakpoint here, carry on and look back at different points in life and each time I would have a different interpretation of the breakpoint.

I have branded some relations as gibberish, some mediocre and some of more importance to me, added levels of gibberish'ness', mediocrity blah blah blah and I will continue to do so moving ahead. That's life to me, what I do will influence you at some level and convolute your minds. Muhahahahaha!

This wasn't what I had in mind at the beginning but then wasn't that the point of this post?

I be.

Tiramisu. Or Not?

My country thrives on "Indianizing" things. From movies to education, automobiles to homes, we're post doctorates in making the alien familiar. Food is no exception. I can imagine Chinese folks screaming bloody murder upon seeing their culture's dishes morphed into something completely unrecognizable. How else can one explain the phenomenon called American Chopsuey. There is nothing American about it, neither is it remotely Chinese. But fact is that it sells. It's not just Chinese you know, every country worth mentioning have had their food duly indianized.

So what happens when an Indian leaves his home and comes to the United States? He knows not what Indianization means. All he really cares about is to keep his taste buds satisfied and the only way he has known it. There is a richness about the Indian adaptation that is hard to relinquish and forces comparison. I have known Tiramisu just one way and that is the culinary marvel dished out to me at Sanewadi. Let me give the magician her due first.
Ameeta Kulkarni. Those hands of her' make the most amazing desserts one could ever imagine which quite rightly needs the bottomless pits of Yours Truly' and Ashish' tummies to do justice.


Haan so back to Tiramisu. It's one of those culinary wonders that I can never have enough of, I don't know what goes on under the hood but I couldn't care less. I am now facing a kind of reverse comparison syndrome. Every italian restaurant I go to has to live up to this unfair expectation that is bound to not be met. It is getting more and more evident to me that it's no longer Tiramisu that Ameeta makes. She can, if you ask me, quite rightly give that amazing dish a new name or else these italians have a seemingly impossible task of trying to match up to her culinary wizardy.

Ooooooh the amalgamation of vodka, expresso coffee, cocoa. I tell you, pure ecstasy.
Indianization? What indianization?

I be.

The Salt and Lemon for a Good Tequila

I don't have an idea what I'm heading towards, but I couldn't be happier not knowing it. Some time back, I would take pride in the fact that I was in absolute control in spite of the fact that back then my life was as uncertain as it gets.

Things apparently seems to be shaping up pretty nicely now but I'm clueless. It's what I think I want but I fail to fathom its purpose now. Like I mentioned in my early post, reverting back to my old way of life is an option but me thinks not. I have moved on to something new, probably a new phase in my life. A little bit of quarter life crisis has crept in but then to be honest that was always there. Its not that I am unhappy. I am content, I really am. I have pampered myself tons and still continue to do so. Its not even that I have shrugged my responsibilities or duties, I do not believe in that. I have always tried to be the good son, the good friend,the good listener blah blah blah... but in spite of all that my life' heading in a direction unknown to me.

Do I want it to continue? Yes.
Do I want it to continue? No.
Do I want it to continue? I don't know.

Life' changed. I've moved on to better things, have struggled at times but handled the situation the only way I possibly could; by pampering myself. You sometimes tend to look over your shoulder but then that's normal. Mallya uncle is a big culprit sometimes. But that's alright really, you do not delve on your past but think of it as memories; good, bad or ugly. I never wanted to live a life of compromise, I still don't. But then they say everyone does, at some point accept it and embrace it as a part of life. I still wanna think that's not the case, the Binoy in me says you can still do it without the word 'compromise'. I wanna believe him.
I want to make it back out of the tunnel, I just don't know how.

Was this a sad post? Yes.
Was this a sad post? No.
Was this a sad post? I don't know.

I be.