Posted in Blogathon 2017, Family..Food..drama, Road Tales

Day 5 – of Jodi no. 1 during travel

These are my most favourite Jodi s during travel . They all take no. 1 position.

Idli smeared generously with idli podi and sesame oil.one extra plain idli to balance the spice level.

Soft dosai smeared generously with idli podi and sesame oil

Soggy not crisp yes soggy pooris with aloo masala placed strategically between two pooris

Soft chappathi with spicy tangy thick tomato chutney

Vaai la pota vazhukara# curd rice tempered generously with mustard seeds and urad Dal ,with a spoonful of mango thokku on top of it. By the time you eat the essence of thokku will be all over that curd rice and gulp * gets carried away*

#put it in your mouth and it just slides into your tummy before you know it

* Returns after 5 minutes*

Puliodharai with fryums and curd

Idli with coconut thogaiyal with a small piece of banana leaf separating the Jodi

Food and myself

* Extra points if the food is packed in banana leaf. It is an art I Tell you! An Art!!

Posted in crazy thoughts, guilt, Road Tales, Uncategorized

what is this new technique

Read this post by GB…Same thing happened to me.

A well dressed man in bike came to me when I was walking back from office few weeks back (I was close to my home) and asked me where the nearest mechanic is. I pointed to the nearest one. Then he asked if he can lend me some petrol!!

I was walking and I don’t need petrol for that. I  agree that I sometimes call food as my petrol but never even thought of drinking/carrying actual petrol. Anyway . I stood perplexed. Then he asked where I work, where I stay. Before I could answer he said “you must be staying nearby can you get some petrol” I said no.Then he asked for money. The moment he said money I started walking. He tried calling me but I didnot turn back. After few steps I got scared.

What if he is following me, what if he finds out my home. I thought of changing route if he was still there but when I checked he was gone..with his bike which seemed to be running ON PETROL!!!

Now what GB shared sounds too similar isn’t it?

Another incident..I was walking from office to my bus stop. A gang of women and men came to me and asked if I can speak Hindi. For some reason I went ahead without answering. After few steps I stopped felt terrible for not helping. I thought of going back and helping them.It was a main road,what could happen. For some strange reason, my brain refused to go back and I had this urge to keep going and not turning back.

Two days later, again similar gang, at same place asking same question!

I am telling you today I am really scared to help people.All these are happening in broad daylight where vehicles keep moving.Though one part of my mind feels guilty for not being helpful, the other part says “Better safe than sorry”

Posted in Blogathon 2015, daily daily, Just for fun, Road Tales

Nenje Ezhu*…

I don’t know what got into B.He was OK till last week.This week he suddenly installed an app,took out his shoes and started his morning walk!!! He even carries a water bottle. Too much I say! As if that is not enough,he along with my mom are forcing me to go for a morning walk. What is wrong with these people.

I know I loved those days when wherever I went my legs would be the first thing to enter that place instead of my stomach.But walking? in winter?Please No.

B: I have installed an app in your phone.It motivates you.

Me: It will only drain my battery.

B: You can charge it again.

Me: I can easily cheat that App.

B: You WILL NOT.
Me: Smiley

Me: Amma you take care of volt the whole day.Atleast in the morning you should take a break.Not fair.So what if I don’t walk.I feel guilty ma.
Smiley Smiley

Amma: Its her nap time.Go away

Me: Smiley

I switch on that stupid App and play some inspirational songs like “nenje ezhu” from mariyan and vetri kodi kattu from padaiyappa.

I walk exactly like dhanush in nenje ezhu.Slow,unsteady,sad face.

After 20 minutes it starts drizzling ..what if I catch cold and die..No way.I go into the car parking area and when I am about to reach the lift B comes out (on his way to office).

B: Done? So soon?

Me: Drizzling

B: ok.ok.Good.Walk in the parking lot.

Me: Smiley

Bored I check the app which is still running and it shows 40 kcal.

First Reaction- Whatttt ONLY 40??? Come on.I walked faster that that uncle who was standing near A block.

On Second thoughts – Hmm..40? 40!No idea how to interpret this?Too much?Too less?

Suddenly my brain starts understanding everything.OK.How much does the Marie biscuit packet say for 100gms how many calories..Quick Quick Quick..OK Lindt dark chocolate..calories per serving..Ok… hmm Dove dark chocolate with almonds,,… ok ok ok ok..(A+b) the whole square…cos theta by tan theta…. OK OK OK!!!!Smiley

So if I walk one more round I can eat 1 extra lindt chocolate and two more Dove (chocolate)! Yess!!!!!!! Smiley
SmileySmileySmiley

 

Moral of the story: Motivation comes in different flavours and servings.

Credits: Smileys from http://www.freesmileys.org/

* This song

Posted in a dose of thankfulness, Blogathon 2015, Road Tales

I am thankful – 6

Everyone is tired these days .The long commute to work, the traffic, the dust, the work, the food makes everyone tired by 5 PM.Whether you are a 12 year old or 32 year old, you feel tired. Older people seem to be brisk and happy compared to us. The reason I said all this is these days very few people get up in the bus or other public places if they see any old or needy person to give their seat.

Atleast that is how I feel at the end of the day. In my route I don’t see old people often but sometimes I do see pregnant women in bus and I give my seat. When I see people with small kids many times I had continued my journey without offering my seat.Especially when I am having back pain.

When I was pregnant we boarded a volvo bus. In volvo bus I have never seen people offering their seat to others. But there was one 16-17 year old boy who immediately got up and gave me his seat. Not sure how many would do that when a ticket costs 80 rupees.We exchanged smiles and then he got lost in the crowd.

I was 8 months carrying at that time and was waiting in front of a mandapam while B was trying to talk to its manager and the gates were closed. It was early in the morning ,the security person who was watching all this, brought his chair and asked me to sit on it while things were sorted out.It was very kind of him considering his age and how tired he must be.

Two days back I was waiting in front of a medical shop with volt when B was inside buying some medicines. A watchman came from nowhere and asked me sit on his chair while B finishes his job.

These random act of kindness definitely lifts your mood up.This post is to thank such people who respond immediately and help perfect strangers.

Posted in Road Tales

Random Ranganayaki – 5

* I had my first outing with just B after a long time , to eye clinic  😡 .. seasonal infection it seems. I don’t know why it affects only me every single year!! grrrrr…

* There was a McRennett bakery just opposite to the clinic. It took all my energy not to go that shop.

* Volt had her first outing yesterday (other than going to hospital), we went to a temple.While going she was crying a bit, when coming back she slept . So all OK.

* When coming back from temple we were waiting at a signal. There were two guys on a bike standing so close to my window.The guy sitting behind had a biggg cake from McRennett on his lap. If B had agreed to drive little faster as soon as signal changed, nothing could have stopped me from quickly opening the window and snatching that cake from that guy !

* To everyone’s amazement volt was watching TV yesterday. OK, we are not so sure what she was watching, it could be one of these

The  TV , Nadal , Djokovic , white hat , a piece of paper flying in front of tv , two red lights on the stabilizer of our TV.

My vote is for those red lights while B wants to believe that his daughter already is into sports 🙄

* My mama and mami came today to see volt. They are one of the sweetest people I know.Though they were here for only 20 minutes I feel very good.

* Thunder, Lightning and rain in chennai. Another reason for my good mood today 🙂

* Its been so long since I visited a parlour that they definitely need a lawn mower now to give some shape to my eye brows.

* B shows really good expressions when volt makes funny noise. Sometimes its more fun to watch him react  😀

 

 

Posted in daily daily, Road Tales

Curd rice, harmless dogs and me

My knowledge about dogs is almost zero. From what I have observed in movies and at some friends place I have two assumptions.
1. Dogs love curd rice but other should not be seasoned with mustard seeds .

2. They wag their tails as a friendly gesture.

3. Bonus point: Never run in front of a dog

My street is full of dogs and very few street lights. Every day after work when I walk from bus stop to home,I have to cross different different gang of dogs. Since I am little scared of them I take precautions.

First I make sure that I don’t look like a poochandi. I try my best not to look like a thief , kidnapper or a murderer. Considering the pollution , traffic and 12 hours since a bath its a very very difficult job not to look like poochandi. But I try my best. Sometimes they bark at me inspite of looking nice n all. I just turn my face away and walk like a kudumba kuthuvilakku just to create a good impression.Wish I had a tail to let them know I am a friendly person.

My second problem is their territorial fights. One dog will start barking. And immediately what looks like 100 dogs start running at full speed in one direction. Unfortunately that direction of charge would be mostly towards me. With shaking knees I try to find another human nearby and if there is someone I try to hide behind him or her. I keep changing my sides moving from left to right to left but maintain strict one inch distance from the person. That poor person stuck between those harmless dogs and not so harmless me goes numb . Most of the time I see his/her body go tight fearing that I might push them on the angry dogs anytime. Well safety first, safety for myself first.

Third and most important problem is my tiffin box. I am sure that dogs don’t have much interest in sambhar rice, idli/dosa or coconut rice. So I don’t panic when they come and smell my tiffin bag/dabba…”Boss you don’t like it anyway, go ahead and smell” 🙂 . But but when I carry curd rice, I have to be super careful. I hold my dabba little high , make sure that they don’t smell it. Tough job. Though it is seasoned I never take risk, dabba is held carefully above my waist level.

In the mornings it is a different story.They don’t look scary at all. Especially now the morning being little cold I see them curled up like a ball sleeping with eyes tightly shut in a small patch of sunlight. I think they look super cute 😀 (Tiffin box is still held high haan!)

 

P.S. No dogs were harmed in the making of this post.

Posted in daily daily, Just for fun, Road Tales

How is married life?

Till sometime back I used to  ask each every married person the most important question – how is married life?even if it had been a year since the person got married. That used to be my conversation starter. Now after getting married I realized that neither the asking party has any interest in that question nor the answering party. The keyboard automatically responds back as GOOD. Since I am  on the receiving end too now ( yes i have not stopped asking the question yet ) I decided to come up with a better answer than the plain old ‘good’.

First, my mother was not well last 3 months. After lot of check ups , doctors, tests, surgery , tension and more tension , she is better now. Back in Bangalore she is feeling much better now. Recently we went to a doctor and he was shouting at my mother and the reason – he asked my mother to take some tests which she had taken a week back. My mother said o will just check with my daughter once and then give. And he got irritated and started shouting that ‘ what is your doc mobs program something why should you ask her. She must be an engineer doing Google search and telling you things’ . All my mother wanted was a moral support and for a person who has been taking tests after tests for 100 days it is important. Why so angry I ask. Even if I want to try my own medical advice on someone it won’t be my mother, hello!. Now thinking about it I know whom to try those on  👿 . And you should not shout at a patient . You should be patient with a patient that is why we call them patient right? Really, right?

Baj is doing good. Sometimes people ask me ‘ hey do you guys fight’ . I don’t know which is a cool answer, to say that we fight a lot or to say oh we don’t fight at all. And when we fight i cannot keep thinking that oh next  time when someone asks i should say we fight big time because you know o am already busy fighting. So what do we do.If I am angry I take him in our bike in the name of practice on a life threatening ride around our packing lot.  And he in turn asks me to put centre stand in activa ten times. I don’t understand how that thing works. But poor guy he explains me with the help of all physics basics starting from Newton’ s law to sheldon’s law. But even after standing on two legs on that stand, it refuses to move. I think I must be Rajni’s daughter or something. No physics law applies  to me hee haw 😀

I am the most samathu-est child in my family.Many of my relatives have told me that when I was a kid they took me to markets and all and I have never asked for anything. I never ask them to buy me chocolates or balloons and throw tantrums and all. I was always a very very samathu girl. You thought I will say good things about myself and in bracket will say that I have exaggerated a bit. Ha ha. No! 👿 Anyway where were we? Yeah I was the most samathu-est girl in the world. But after college I started throwing tantrums. I keep asking my mom that I want this-that. But amma is strict she will say no and I will go home with a grumpy face. Baj is not that strict. But he has a plan. I go on like oh! I want this, I want that, I want this and that.Being the samathu child I ask him too to buy something nice for himself. His immediate response would be ‘No I already have lots I don’t want anything now’. This line will stop me for a few milliseconds. That’s it. That is the time to quickly drag me out of that Cloth shop and put me in some coffee shop with nice big chocolaty stuff in front of me 🙂 I am a samathu girl 😀

Yesterday on road I saw two different incidents where people were fighting on road as one vehicle hit the other. Fight means physical. I was asking Baj f I take my bike out tomorrow and hit someone, will they hit me even if I ask sorry. Since I didn’t get a convincing reply I wanted to plan everything out. The moment I hit someone even if it is barely two vehicles touching each other , I will immediately fall down with a fake ‘Ahhh I am fainting now’ expression. Yes that is the only way to escape ! But Baj thinks when I take the bike out the whole world will run for their dear life lock themselves up in their home. The Positive Me thinks that way we get a solution for our traffic problem too 😀

OK that’s it for now.

If you feel you dint understand anything in this post and feel as if your brain is blank now then congratulations! Its good to have an empty brain on a Monday morning  as you know empty vessels can hold more food than the already full ones. A week full of load is on the way, be ready Have fun ! 😀

Posted in Bloggin Marathon Jan 2013, childhood, It's all about her, Nostalgia, Road Tales

Writing from a train..

I have travelled a lot in train. I love train journeys. Especially if it is in day time, it is the best.I like long journeys too where train is your home for next 22 or 36 hours.

The strong wind against the window seat, the cold drizzle you get during rainy season, various sounds the train makes depending on where it is going – land/bridge, the turns on train routes where you  press your face so hard against the window to see the bending train and sometimes the engine smoke , the family lunch/dinner/snacks , the awesome smell of bajji, bonda, cutlet, samosa when people from pantry car move across your bogie, the confusion regarding which one to buy! , sometimes the awesome people who are strangers yet still nice to you – everything makes me happy, calms down my mind.
What I love the most is the scenery.The vegetation around. Amma always points at various fields and tells me what type of plant it is. She has shown me paddy (which you see the most),cabbage, Avarai kai (broad beans) , manjal (turmeric) , corn , paruthi chedi (cotton plants ) , cashew trees ,sugarcane, sometimes betel leaves and grapes , flowering plants like sunflowers , kanakambaram (firecracker flower – love this name), marigold, lotus and lillies in ponds and so many more which I cannot remember now.
As a kid (as a grown up , now also ) I have seen vegetables as some item which we eat. The feeling of seeing them alive being a part of a plant used to give me so much excitement.
Amma most of the times just looks at the leaves to identify the plants. The train would be moving fast but still she would say..look look Avarai chedi.. When she was a kid she has seen many plants.This reminds me of our chotu tomato  , a lady’s finger and a brinjal plant at home when I was small. There was just 1 or max 2 veggies and then the plant died but the feeling you get when you see it, when you see your own garden’s vegetable! It is just something else!
Also, when I was small there used to be a small hut nearby, they grow keerai (some type of amaranth).When we go ask they pluck it super fresh , tie it and give it to us. When you cook, it will do skating in your throat and reaches your stomach in no time 😀
Now I am in train with baj showing him few plants I know. We just saw cotton field.It is in full bloom.It gives me so much happiness. People are collecting cotton.It is so lovely to watch 🙂 🙂
P.S. Our ancestors when they first saw the cotton plant, how did they think of ..’oh this is so soft, we should make cloth out of it and wear it in summer’.How? How? If it had been me, I am 100% sure that my thought would be “hmmmm so soft ! Boiled cotton garnished with Indian herbs? or Deep fried with a mix of Indian spices?” Definitely!
Posted in Just for fun, Road Tales

The Mustafa! Mustafa! Weekend

Two of my college friends were here last weekend. We were totally 5 in number and since we were meeting after a long time, we decided to stay at one of the friends’ place and have fun. We all reached her home on saturday evening. You all know what happens when 5 people meet after a long time!! Gossip Gossip eat laugh eat gossip laugh gossip laugh eat laugh- That is all we did. Till 4 in the morning we were watching some funny clippings on youtube and laughing like crazy.

Have you noticed that when you are alone and watching some funny scene on TV, you will just laugh for 1 or 2 mins max.But if you have company the laughter never ends and it will be loud!! The same happened, we watched the same video 3..4.5 times and every time we laughed like crazy!! 😀 😀 😀 My ears started paining. yes! My ears wonly!

Then at 4 AM we decided to sleep.There was one bed and all 5 slept in that.Nobody fell down, nobody pushed or kicked. We realized that we have all become matured 😛 Next day when I got up for a moment I was thinking of waking everyone up and going to mess for breakfast! It was the flashback time! The beautiful hostel life!! 🙂 Ah! I miss those days!

We all got up – gossiped and giggled for sometime in the bed and then started planning for breakfast.All of us entered the kitchen, slowly made breakfast – toast and scrambled egg + coffee – took pics ! and then ate. Not a single minute was spent in silence.Talk Talk Talk only throughout!Slowly after finishing the breakfast we realized that it was friendship day 😀 We decided to go out for shopping and the place was fixed. We decided not to take bath just washed our face and started.

By the time we reached our destination it was 4 PM and no hotel had lunch. The kitchen was closed.So we just had some sandwich and burger and started shopping. It was 6 and two of friends had to leave. We hugged kissed waved bye and they left. One of my friends said that she will drop us near our house. We all started on a positive note. After crossing so many “take diversion”, we realized that instead of going into the city we were going out of the state!!

We were tensed little bit, as it was highway and we could not ask anyone for help. We parked the car and did some meditation for 5-10 mins and started back again. With the help of GPS* we came back to the shopping mall again but we were on the wrong side of the mall and we could not find a way to go to the other side. Then we had the brightest idea of “trying to reach the other side of the mall by driving through its parking lot”. In the parking lot we did all crazy stuff and finally ended up parking our car. Don’t know why! 😛

When we got lost I called up my mom saying that we all got lost,I would be reaching home late. I thought she would get all tensed and all . But she was so cool and said ” Oh you got lost? Stupid girls! Find the correct route and come back home! “. From my “Give me a missed call as soon as you reach the bathroom” mother I did not expect this.Disappointment!! 😛 😛

Finally I reached home and had lots of kozhukattai (modhak) and slept off!! A Perfect friendship day no? 🙂

* You may ask why we did not use the GPS the first time. We thought that our city was square in shape!

Posted in crazy thoughts, Just for fun, Road Tales

Reasoning..

I was leaving to my hometown, my bus was waiting for few more passengers. I saw a man, very well dressed – a neat shirt and nice jean, nice shoes. He was lying on the ground next to a ditch. At first I thought he must have fainted or something due to sickness. Then I saw another person carrying a bisleri bottle, he came close to that nicely dressed(ND) man poured water on his face. ND shook his face and hands as if he is shooing away the mosquitoes. Standing man kept on pouring water and finally this ND guy got up .Only then I realized that he was drunk and not sick.

We all might have seen this kind of scene many times. Atleast I have seen many times people lying at the corner of the road, fully drunk , lost in their dreamland.

Anyway, my idle brain started thinking after seeing that scene . Yes yes I think a lot when it is not required. I was just thinking about what would these people be thinking before you know falling on the ground and  going into hibernate state.

Thought #1 – geologist:-

OMG! The earth has started rotating.Yes,I can see it. I should hold onto something so that I don’t fall off when it turns. Let me hold on to the earth itself tightt. **thud**

Thought #2 – Oops! I forgot my map:-

Standing in the middle of the road at ‘Y’ junction, Should I go left or right?I don’t want to decide now. Let me sleep here and decide in the morning. **thud**

Thought #3 – Illusionist/Optimist :-

Ahh! What a nice cozy bed (concrete slab) that too by the river (ditch) side. Let me sleep here tonight. **thud**

Thought #4 – Poet :-

(Sing along) The sky is blueee, the bird just fleww, tu tu toooo.. **thud**

Thought #5 – Turn off your brain when not in use.Conserve energy :-

walk.walk.walk.stop. **thud**

Thought #6 – Follow traffic rules :-

Hmm..I should not drink and drive. Let me park myself here tonight. I will drive home in the morning. **thud**

Thought #7 – Rolling pin- not just for making roti :-

Noooo..If I go home, my wife will beat me with chappathi kattai (rolling pin). **thud**

 

P.S. Just for fun OK!