That One Thing

It's the one thing that is my ticket back home. The one thing that could potentially bring back all that I hold dear to me. The one thing that would allow me to let go of all that is make-shift.

That one thing has conceived. Finally the wait has a reason to wait. :)

Easter

Easter, after Christmas, easily qualifies as the most gluttonous day of the year. My Bombay khandaan are complete foodies. Sometimes I do feel even that is an understatement. I have been spoilt bad growing up in the Varghese family.

Easter especially holds special meaning, partly cos mamaji observes Lent every year and partly cos thats the second time in the year that the family re-unites. Mutton Biryani is one of the oldest and the most pristine traditions that has been handed over from generation to generation and each generation adds its own variance to the above mentioned constant. Beef cutlet is another. This combined with Chicken chilly, Kaala (Beef) Curry, Meen (Fish) Curry, Mor (Kadi), Meen Fry (2-3 varieties) and your talking just about the complete list. Everyone gathers after church in Bethel Villa, sarcasms fly all over the place, the womankind (bless you) do their culinary wizardy and the kids brace themselves for the fight that will ensue over the prized pieces. Lunch couldn't come sooner, the dining table is raided, every plate is literally licked clean (yeah we kids did it). This is quite fittingly drawn to a close with paysam. Sloth ensues and back then, this would be followed by a good old Mohanlal movie. I, for one, always ended up waking up at 5 PM only to find the movie all wrapped up and everyone dozing away to glory.

Flash forward, the same thing happened this year albeit most of the kids are now spread all across the world, the khaandan still maintained the tradition. This is just one of the things that I have continued to miss during my stay here in US. Well in the small way that I could, I commemorated the day with a juicy Lamb Shank at the Med. Not quite there I know but Mutton continues to be a part of our tradition.

Guitar

I am thinking it's time I start on the one thing that I haven't yet accomplished. I need to get some kinda schedule in place and keep myself motivated. I know I have been wanting to do this for a long long time, now I have the chance and I should probably do it.

The 3 months that I did go for a class during engineering was a disaster. That man made it such a boring exercise, I lost all my love for it.I need to get some flair into this schedule, some deadlines to achieve.

Let's get started!

Ashakya Goaal!

I played again and it's not even the weekend yet. I have a roommate who is equally football crazy as I am. How cool is that?!?!

Aaich Azzurri!

Goaaaal!!!

I played football after eons. Massive, massive comeback to life and it feels so freaking good to be back.

Perception is Reality

You know the times when things happen unexpectedly, but not really. You always knew it coming and where it is coming from but its good to get surprised.

You know the times when mom tries to be so good, so good that it is sometimes "wrongly" good.

You know the times when all you wanna do is just nothing, just because you can.

You know the times when a prayer can last an entire day, just because you incorporate Him.

You know the times when a pickle inside Maggi isn't a bad idea....at all.

Most of those times, it's just you.

Awfully Long

After such a long time I am finally getting the time to write. So Liverpool is having a mixed season once again, Ashish and Nikhil are back to Pune, bpconsultants.com has taken shape, my new apartment rocks, the river walk in San Antonio is pretty neat, College Station trip was ridiculously short, Portland trip was awesome (as usual), I am still trying to get to terms with small talk, I still fall hopelessly short.

Rest later.