The Farewell

All my previous posts have been very light to heart but after writing a suspense thriller :D, I thought I should explore myself to writing something more dramatic; on the Ekta Kapoor(K Soaps in Indian TV) lines. I am taking the liberty considering that some friends do take my writing seriously these days... :-). I am trying my hand at writing an emotional scene. Happy (sad) reading.....

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Disclaimer

All events and characters in this piece are purely fictitious and Indian, any resemblance is purely co-incidental. Although quite a few of the female readers might have(or will) gone through this for sure. I am not sure how relevant the scene is in today's society though :-). Here it goes...
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Random thoughts ran through her mind as the moment finally arrived. It was her farewell to her home, her dog, her house, her garden. "Why should this happen to a girl always?" she thought in a little anger. It was one of the biggest days of her life. She is getting married today to a person she loves. But the thought of leaving behind all those she loved and cared all these years was making her angry and disgusted from within.

The decorated car symbolizing a new decorated life was inches ahead of her. She was walking slowly towards it and her eyes searching for her mom in the crowd. She stood in front of her family thinking what to say and expect. Just at the spurt of the moment she ran towards her mom and clasped her in her arms and broke into tears. Her mom stood there, trying not to show too many emotions, but she knew she was crumbling from within. She tells her that she should be as good a daughter in her new home as she was hers. She took out a small wrapped packet from a bag she had been carrying around from the start of the ceremony and gives it to her.

"Open it" She said.

She unwraps the cover only to break into a big cry again, this time more inconsolably leaning on her mother. The packet had a family picture with all four of them dad, mom, brother and her together, when they had gone Kanyakumari some 18 yrs back. Her father had died 2 yrs earlier due to a heart failure. As she saw the photo through the tears in her eyes, she could see her father standing beside her mother having that ever radiant smile on his face.

"Wished you were here dad" her heart said.
"I am always with you my darling angel" A voice from within broke out. She stood there for a moment looking at her mom.

She saw her younger brother next to mom, she gave an inconsolable brother a soft slap on his cheek. "You dare take that table from my room. I am going to check with mom daily" She said trying to console him.
"No dear, those will always be yours, those will remind me of you when you are not here" the brother replied.

She looked back at her home, she wished from within if she could run towards it and jump on the sofa again. She wished she could snatch the paper from her father's hands when he is reading it in the morning. She wished, she could go and sleep even as her mom would scold her for not helping her in the kitchen. She wished, standing there that moment, she wished time would freeze...

She got into the car, even as the car sped along, she continued to look back till no one was in sight. She was assured that her new life promised a lot of happiness too. She was looking ahead to meet a new mom and "Dad". May be its God's way of giving her Dad back to her.

Rendezvous

“Can it get chillier than this” Rahul muttered. He pressed his palm against his neck to see if he had any temperature.

He knew he made a bad error in judgment when he decided to take the bus late in the night to Chennai from Punalur. He had never taken a bus till date.

Late night journeys are never pleasant anyways. Even more as he took off against the wish of his mother. Now sitting alone on the seat of a haunted bus stop; multiple thoughts started creeping in his mind. Rahul never believed in ghosts but for some reason his mind was trying to prove to him that ghosts existed that very night.

Darkness drenched the place like monsoons in the season. Night weeds were croaking more than ever. Sometimes when the weeds stopped; the silence sounded ever more louder. It felt that it would explode any moment taking him into a vacuum. He had never been this shaken by an occasion.

When a gust of wind passed by; he felt a chill that he had not experience any time before. Somehow the bus stop was totally empty. He felt strange as a bus to Chennai will usually get many people here.

“The climate forecast for the week may be the reason for this” He consoled himself.

As he looked around, all he could see was a light coming from a distant temple. This was not time for God’s too.

Nights in Kerala are usually very dark; usually due to the thick vegetation here. It almost feels like you have gone two centuries back. The fluttering of wings by bats made him shiver often. He sat around wondering when his bus would arrive. He had never before longed for a bus like now. Every flutter of leaves made his heart skip a beat.

Just that moment; he saw someone coming to the bus stop. He could not see if it was a human being.

“What if it is a dog or some animal?” He thought.

He had always feared dogs; He believed that dogs and humans should not have coexisted on earth in the first place. His heart started beating faster as the shadow came closer.

“What would I use to beat if it were an animal?”

He had no clue. His adrenalin started pumping. He felt a chill in his hands, his palms were sweating, he had never believed when people said that you would have sweating palms when you are under pressure. It had been proved tonight.

He started hearing a coughing sound now. He felt half better to know that he had to deal with a human only. He also knew that strange people existed specially at night. Kerala was anyways notorious for drunkards. People behave like beasts when they drink alcohol beyond their limits.

The figure stopped on the other side of the road opposite him when he saw Rahul in the bus stand. Rahul did not know what to do in case the person attacks him. The scare that whipped through his spine was deadlier than what he had experience watching the deadliest of horror movies. He started coming towards him now. The man looked old. Was he a thief? Was he a killer? What should he do if he attacks him? All these questions started running in his head as the man started approaching him. Rahul never carried too much cash with him anytime; would he attack him if he says he does not have any cash on him.

His frame is clearly visible now. There was an unusual stench coming from him as he came closer.

“Should I call the police” he thought.

Sould he tell the police; the man has not done anything to complain. The stench was even sharper now. It did not smell like alcohol though.

“These people on the street; they never take bath too” he thought.

He would see him clearly now. The man would be in the late 50’s. Unshaven face; if looks could kill, this would be it. Rahul was never this afraid anytime. He put his hand in his bag to see if he would get hold of something to attack. All he had was cloths and a bottle of body spray.

“Worst case I can use my mobile to attack” He knew that it would not be a wise idea.

He could see the temperature rise within. The weeds started to croak even more loudly now. Suddenly the man stops on the middle of the road. He looked either side. Then he looks to the empty side of the bus stop. He starts to change his direction. Now he was moving to the other side.

“What would he be planning to do”  he thought

“If he was drunk, he will surely not be in his senses. It would be easier to fight a drunkard” he comforted himself.

The man moved to the other side of the stop and sat on the seat. His eyes were fixed on Rahul.

Is it true that you get hungry when you are terrified? Rahul felt a need to eat just that moment. The man was sitting on the far end and watching him. He never tried to approach Rahul. You never know when he might advance. For now he was quite. He looked like a tiger that had cornered its prey.

There was an eerie silence around. He sat there quietly not to provoke the man. His sense of hunger was increasing too.

He started to wonder why the bus had not come till now. The night was becoming worse, it started to rain too. It is as if the whole wide world was playing against Rahul.

Is there a bandh that I am not aware of? Bandhs in Kerala are like rains, it can pour in any time.

“This has to be the worst decision I would have ever taken” he thought to himself.

With a tight schedule travelling, Rahul had not managed to get enough sleep the previous day. This meant that this body was very weak and was in desperate need of sleep. He had thought of having a good sleep on the bus so tat he would be fresh to work the next day. But fate had other things in store.

The man now started making grumbling noises. Rahul lost whatever sleep he had even thought of. It had been 1 hour since the man sat there. It will be the longest 1 hour of his life.

A sudden chirping of group of birds was enough to wake him up. Did I sleep of? At least there is daylight now. He did not find the man where he found him last. He also wondered if he was dreaming all the while.

Rahul suddenly looked at his bag. It was there too. Am I alive? Where is the man? Was he a thief? Was he a killer?

He opened his bag to see if the man had stolen something. Everything was intact. Who was he then?

“Son, this is not a good place to sit in the night” A voice from behind surprised him. Rahul turned back and he immediately retracted seeing the man he had seen last night standing beside him.

He continued “The next time you take this route, make sure you travel in the day. This is a bad place; there are thieves around; particularly in the night. I thought I could accompany you through the night. Hope you were not bothered by my presence. Take care of yourself. If my son were alive, he would have been of your age”. He said with his eyes filled with tears.

He smiled and waved at Rahul and walked away. Rahul did not know what to say. He was lost in thoughts. He stared at the man until he went out of sight.

When It Rains!!!!

I open my arms far and wide to hold the whole wide sky,
I open my heart to the tiny droplets that refresh my skin so dry,
I jump like a grasshopper forgetting all sense of social belonging,
I let my heart behold the moment in a sense of total fleeing.
---Yours Truly

Ever wondered why rain evokes so many emotions in us. Rain describes joy and happiness for some, it also describes pain and grief for some, for some it is just another time to relax and chill out, for some it is a callous fact of nature that destroys their lives.

My personal emotions with rain have been diverse through the various stages in my life.There have been times when I jump in joy seeing rain, but there have been other times when I would pray for it to stop. There have been times when the need for rain becomes so imperative that one resorts to steps like black magic and prayers. Wonder what God thinks of all those things I did as a child :-).

The first thing that come to my mind when I think about rain has to be pakodas(mmmmm). Imagine sitting on a chair in the balcony, chating with my sister with rain lashing down outside and you have that lip-smaking pakodas made by mom with all that love assorted in it! Heaven. Heaven is right here on earth. The next will have to be the times I have been at my native place Mavelikara during the monsoon season. Kerala has this dreamlike mystery about it that has a haunting effect on us long after you leave the place.

Lush green fields, vivacious rain forests and enchanting sounds; it truly is God’s Own Country.Rain brings out the best of the place because it is then that the human activity stops and nature takes full control. For many it is like witnessing nature in it full fury; every lightning takes your breath away for it feels like you are at the end of the world; for others its a time for retrospection and realize what we miss out in our lives in our own ways. Then there is a third kind like me who are not aware why life is so difficult anyways:-). And what do they do? They make paper boats and recreate pirates of the Carribean in Kerala.

I must agree; times have changed. I remember being in brick roof houses, which leak when it rains. Grandmother puts those utensils at various vantage points on the floor so that water does not spread in the house. This I must say was my first real experience with rain water harvesting. I remember eating hot piping kaachil(Potato yam) with coconut chutney during this season…yummy.

Nature has a magical way of filling the world with wonders.

Ticket to US of A

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

- Robert Frost (The Road not Taken)

Centuries ago man used to travel barefoot across mountains and rivers in search of greener pastures. No one literally cared which direction they were travelling. Turn of civilized era, man started to make communities and that which were spread across places. These communities then turned into larger civilizations and finally became countries depending on the color or behavioral patterns of people. Now while all this was happening, man used to travel across to each others territory often. Initially they used to do it on foot across mountains, hard terrains and rivers; over a period of time they found that predefined routes across territories would allow other beings of the same clan to use it to travel on the same route. These came to be known as Roads. Human society has evolved so much over time that, we now have roads just about everywhere. Roads criss cross under and over each other as if they are strings of a kite as seen in our kite festivals.

Am I writing about the Transport system of countries? No, Now here goes the actual story...

Going to the Niagara falls is something people dream of and is often a one time affair in a life time. I have been fortunate enough to visit the place twice now. This story begins with a trip to Niagara falls, guess what; we decided to travel 700 Kilometers in a rented car this time, unlike last time when we took a packaged tour. Since we are new to these roads, we took along a GPS(Global positioning system) with us. The technology impressed us as it guided us into the smallest of lanes with very high precision. It seemed as if somebody up there is watching us all the time. The system had a lady voice in it.

Have you ever wondered why all announcements across a variety of places are having female voices? Be it airports, railway stations and now GPS :-). Is that because males are not good announcers? I don't know, I never understood though. May be you can help me.

So continuing on the journey... Everything was real pleasant till we reached a place called Ogdensburg, a border town between the Unites States of America and Canada. We could see the big bridge over the Saint Laurence River. We jumped in joy inside the car(excluding Ravi, who was driving). We took pictures and video. The GPS lady who was pretty much in silence all the while, suddenly asked us to take a left turn and we did. Little did we know, that left turn is going to cost us so dearly.

After a smooth ride for 2-3 minutes, we saw that the bridge that we saw far is right in front of us and the road was leading us straight into it. We still believed the GPS and drove right into it. The bridge had a rough patch over it, I guess to avoid people over speeding and it said "MAX 30 km/hr". It was a pleasant drive over the bridge, but what we saw after crossing the bridge surely had everyone thinking. It said "Welcome to New york".

My heart started to pound at that because we all know how messy it can be at borders with immigration. We thought of taking the reverse gear but on enquiry it was told that if we did a return from that point, border control from US will follow us and catch us. Don't know for what though. So now we had to cross into US immigration and let them know our story and that was the only hope for return. Unfortunately, none among the group of 5 had their travel documents with us. The only hope is if we find a gentle officer and let him know our sad story.

There was a big queue of cars in front of us adding agony to our woes. Finally after an hours' wait it was our turn to go in, we pulled the car in front of the officer who asked to show us the documents.
"Officer, We are in trouble" Said one among us.

Now as it was uttered, the officer put her hand on her revolver. What a terrifying sight that was. May be the usage of the words was wrong; we realized.

However we managed to tell her our story, she asked us to pull up aside and assigned another officer to the case. The officer gave a smile to us. I could see his sharp teeth from one corner, it kind of had a spectacular sharpness and glow that I had not seen before. "Is he a Dracula or something?" I wondered.

The next 3 hours were a collection of very tense/terrifying moments. I don't think I can forget that anytime soon. The guy asked all kind of questions, individually to each of us to check if the story versions from each match or not. We overheard another officer telling him in his ear "If I were you, I would have taken them into custody".

Anyways after all that interrogation session, the officer kind of finally believed us that we were tourists who had really lost our way into the US. He took our finger prints and photos and officially rejected us entry into US. It had to be done because the other task on our hand now was to tell Canadian immigration when we go back that we had come from Canada only. Well, all was done and he gave us the rejection letters and asked us to show it at the Canadian immigration. He led us to our car. He told us that this rejection would not stop us from travelling to the US if we want anytime. But we will have to mention the same anytime we are applying for a US Visa. As he said the last line he gave us a smile. I could distinctly see his sharp teeth shining. Did he drink any one's blood? I don't think so. May be we were few of those lucky ones.

The Canadian immigration on the other side were softer on us. Since we had the rejection letters with us, we could not have come from anywhere else than Canada then. The lady advised us to keep our travel documents with us in such trips, being non-residents. We thanked her and our stars and finally came out un-hurt and free back into Canada.

Although this experience took a bit of sheen of the Niagara trip, but the magnificence of Niagara took over it and end of the day, it really was a trip worth travelling.

In the hindsight, everything is funny, but imagine if the officer had listened to his friend; I would have had another Close encounter of the third kind. May be I would have got something new to write then "Food in Jail - Good or Bad", provided they give me access to this blog site then.

Gastronomic Journey - Montreal

Please!! And I mean it; Please do not be fooled by the picture shown above. I did not make any of them. I know people sometimes can go the extremes with what I can do, but for God's sake I did not make any of it. I mean look at it, there is vegetarian biriyani, palak paneer, butter chicken and don't know the rest. I can take any kind of allegation but this one, I mean do you really think I can make that?? pffff

So its been close to 18 months in Montreal and according to reports coming in, my gastronomic journey has not added even a kilo of weight extra to my body from what it was when I landed here. Now is this the problem of the food I ate or it is the way the food gets settled in my body..hmm a tricky question indeed.

At the very onset of the prospect of cooking, I must admit that there was a lot of excitement attached to it. We always think that we could at least by luck end up making things that at least look like the picture above but then over time it fizzles to the point where you say; "Is there anything to eat today?" :-)

I will not say that I am getting sick of eating the sambhar, dal and rice everyday, because I will be in trouble if I said that and I think that my room mates have are slightly bigger build than me and I don't think I can take any aggression from them now.

Now coming to the reason I started the blog, I actually wanted to write my journey through the variety of cusines that I have had during my stay. It will not be huge, but local friends are suggesting new ones already.

Let me start of with apna Indian food in Montreal.
A variety of restaurants dot across various parts of Montreal which goes to prove that Indian food is much liked by Canadians, which is good to know. I myself have tried a whole lot of them and have concluded that these are a much more customized versions of Indian food than the actual ones. No offense to anyone, the food in most places are really good. But for example look at this following conversation.

Customer: "Can you get me 1 chicken tikka masala, a chicken vindaalooo and 4 naan's?"
Waiter : Of course Sir. Would you like it to me very spicy or medium spicy or mild?


Now I knew that every dish that we see in India has a flavor of its own and it does not get changed in spice to adjust to people. I mean quantity of spice defines the dish.
Anyways thats customization at its best. For us the smile on our face tells them all. Very spicy!!!

Overall I have liked the food and its not been very disappointing anytime. Some of the good ones are listed below.
1. Indian beau Village (http://indianbeauvillage.com)
2. Pushap (http://restomontreal.ca/portal/pushap/index.php?lang=en)
3. Maison Indian Curry (http://restomontreal.ca/portal/indian-curry-house/index.php?lang=en)

4. Le Taj (http://www.restaurantletaj.com/)
5. Buffet Maharaja (http://www.buffetmaharaja.com/)
6. Al Safa (Jean Talon)- Pakistani restaurant with the food being the same.


Chinese food







I must admit that I was really wary of the Chinese food before I actually gave it a try. Thanks to Charmaine, I have started to like it now. For beginners, the Chinese Dim sum would be an ideal start because it kind of gives you a peek into a variety of Chinese delicacies which you may not get if you are going for particular dishes. Dim sum is the name for a Chinese cuisine which involves a wide range of light dishes served alongside Chinese Tea. In India we tend to associate Chinese food only to noodles, which is not wrong to an extent but to be true Chinese food is much more than just noodles. I also tried Crab for the first time here.

The places I have visited in Montreal are the following

1. Kam Fung restaurant in China town.

2. Beijing restaurant in China town.

Lebanese food

Lebanese food comes very close to Indian food. I say this because they use a lot of spices in their food. The spices do match some of our flavours. They do use chilly sauces also like us. The Falafal(the spherical ball in the picture) is my favourite. The best ones in town is Restaurant Amir, which has a lot of branches in the city.

Italian food

The first thing that comes to mind with Italian food is Pasta. I have taken a particular liking for pasta these days. You can try a lot of flavours of pasta and with different fillings. One of my favourite places for pasta in Montreal is Pis Pistol on St Catherine street. Never tried the other delicacies in the restaurant but will make it a point to cover some more before I go back to India.

Peruvian food

I must admit that I never would have tried this one if Jean would not have invited me for a lunch. Thanks to her, I would never regret the experience. Peru has its own food history as evident from the time she spent to explain me about each of the dishes that came on the table. Peruvian food has a lot of similarities to food from Kerala. A lot of root delicacies are part of the cusine here as with kerala food too. Particularly tapioca(kappa) and sweet potato. Anways I enjoyed the experience.

Vietnamese food

Again an unknown commodity for me, Vietnamese turned out to be a surprise. I won't be able to name out the dishes here but it has a flavour that makes it different from even Chinese. The sweet sauce served with food was awesome. There are many Vietnamese restaurants in downtown montreal near China town. Thanks to Jean and team again for the treat.

We create all these inhibitions inside us that stop us from exploring the good unknown. Once you get to know it, it is bliss then. This is not just applicable to food alone.

I will make it a point to explore some more new cuisines before I go back. May be I will update this same blog then. I need to have a back pack to hold all these wonderful experiences with me.

Special Thanks to Jean, Charmaine and my friends here for making the whole experience, one of Gastronomic proportions.

18 till I die

"I wanna be young the rest of my life
never say no - try anything twice
till the angels come and ask me to fly
I'm gonna be 18 till I die - 18 till I die"

What is it about growing old that tinkers us all the time?
At a time when you wanted to grow up very fast, time never used to go soon, when you did not want to be treated as a kid any more. And as we grow older and actually realize that it was better being a kid after all, time would have already sped along :-).

I must say that in India, one would be considered a grown up only after they cross may be 18, it also has to be accepted that they grow up much faster in the west (10 may be :-)). While in the growing up years you always want to be a little more older to get some things done, but as we go on and on, one gets knocked up in the race of life and starts to wish if he/she could actually go back in time to those wonderful days as a child. This is a truth that is pretty universal, at least that is what I think. I remember being 17 yr old actually thinking what it would be to be 20, does that mean more intelligence, more maturity, more handsome or just more moustache :-).

Once you are in the 20's you actually start to feel the pinch, you are into your higher studies. You actually are shaping up your career. Of course the usual sidetracks do come when you feel every other girl is looking at you because of your new hairstyle or the funky new jeans..and you occasionally feel you are the coolest person in college, which invariably will never be true. By the time you finish your higher studies you would be around 22-23. At this time its a rush to find yourself a suitable career and to impress your bosses of your capabilities. "I have to establish myself in this company now" thats a commonly used sentence often. By the time you establish yourself in the company you have crossed quarter century. Thats when you feel what you are actually earnning is not what is the market price, you could actually earn more if you were working elsewhere. Thus begins a search for prospective companies that would give you a 50% hike from what you are earning currently. You should understand that one needs to go through the "establishing yourself" at the company again from the start here.

I have come pretty close to 28 during this while. Now don't dare think that this is totally my story, I am sure if you would actually try to reflect yourself here, it actually might be yours. Every other friend who I talk to these days always asks "When are you getting married?". Thats when I realize, there is something like that too left. No offense to anyone, but I actually think that people who ask me this question and who are not married are actually confused at the idea of a marriage.
"Let him marry first, then I will decide if I should actually marry now or should I take my time".
On the other hand, people who are married and who ask me the same question think like this -
"This guy pushed me into it, I am going to take revenge on him now" ha ha ha ha...
humor intended ...no personal thoughts on anyone here.

Going close to 30 is considered as "ye to gaya, khatam" (meaning..he is finished). There is a friend of mine who is married and 30 and who always calls me young and calls himself old. Now the thing to ponder about here is "Does marriage make you old?" or is it just one of those going to be 30 syndrome?

No wonder why Brian Adams, close to 50 years old and still sings around "I'm gonna be 18 till I die"
On second thoughts, its not bad being 18 for ever ;-)...what say?

Why did Gandhi Die?

Hey Ram !!!!!.....[which may be translated as "Oh God"]

These are widely believed to be Gandhi's last words after he was shot. I choose to write something about a man who lived his life in a way that made millions follow him and who left a legacy that was worth following even after his death.

On this very day some years back (January 30, 1948), Gandhi was shot and killed while having his nightly public walk on the grounds of the Birla Bhavan (Birla House) in New Delhi. The assassin, Nathuram Godse, was a Hindu radical with links to the extremist Hindu Mahasabha, who held Gandhi responsible for weakening India by insisting upon a creation of Pakistan. Godse and his co-conspirator Narayan Apte were later tried and convicted; they were executed on 15 November 1949.

Jawaharlal Nehru addressed the nation through radio:

“Friends and comrades, the light has gone out of our lives, and there is darkness everywhere, and I do not quite know what to tell you or how to say it. Our beloved leader, Bapu as we called him, the father of the nation, is no more. Perhaps I am wrong to say that; nevertheless, we will not see him again, as we have seen him for these many years, we will not run to him for advice or seek solace from him, and that is a terrible blow, not only for me, but for millions and millions in this country.”

But why did Gandhi die? Not the obvious question here to be asking. What I mean is, why as mankind we are unable to follow the legacy left back by him? Why do we kill each other? Why are we still fighting with each other in the name of religion, caste, race or land?

Gandhi lived a life where he preached non-violence and truth as the weapon against oppression at a time when it was called fancy to be oppressing people. Not anymore, but I feel his preaching is still relevant in the present generation too.

Something for this generation to ponder about. Hope they do that soon!!!

"An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind."
Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi