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Smattering of Thoughts

Each one of these thoughts could end up in a post of its own. But that inspiration has been a long time coming. So here they are, in their individual abridged glory.

1. I often fall into fantasies about my next cup of tea. Measure out the water in my tiny flowered cup, add sugar, tea masala, smashed ginger, mint leaves. Then add tea, a swirl of milk, watch the color change from a dark brown to a milky cream and then to a pale brown. Oooh, love it. I am not addicted to it (Test of addiction? The object gives no pleasure but not having it brings immense pain. Tea does not do that to me, so I am not addicted!) but I look forward to the quiet and tranquility that tea + book brings me. It is a solitary ritual and has to be very specific. I don't derive this kind of satisfaction from tea made by anyone else, so it's an exclusively personal indulgence.

Each time, my mind wanders into my tea fantasy, I think – Why are you anticipating bliss/tranquility in the future? Aren't you blissful now? Are you uncomfortable now? You are here, bliss is here. Look no further, little one. Situate yourself here, now, for this is what is. Be happy now, here.

2. Was privy to a conversation that left me deeply sympathetic. You can devour tomes and tomes, listen to countless lectures, pore over theories, study at the feet of giants… but if you aren't happy, there is no point. Intellectual prowess is NO MATCH for unqualified happiness. Happiness may very well be the beginning of an intellectual journey (that's kinda my story) but I don't think intellectual accomplishments can bring you joy.

3. I get called 'cool' a lot. Maybe it's my hair, my young face, the clothes I wear or the movies I watch. Or the fact that I work in new media… whatever. It's a little sad that there are some truly cool folks out there with none of these "cool" markers who don't ever get noticed. Like my parents. They are the coolest and really, I am nowhere as cool as they are. But then the really cool ones don't care either, I'd think.

4. A Bollywood movie (London, Paris, New York) left me exasperated. As P commented, "A whole generation of Indians is going to grow up believing that independence is about having your own apartment." To add to that, "and to have the ability to walk in/out of relationships at will." It's a TRAP! Independence has not a thing to do with owning an apartment or walking out of a relationship or traveling alone. It is a state of being, an inexpressible sense of freedom, fearlessness.

It's convenient to blame "Western values" for this turn of events but that's not true. If it was about adopting Western values, then why don't we see a spirit of volunteerism among Indians? Or a sense of national pride? Or civic responsibility? B-A-H.

Of Hacker Attacks, Ancient Grains and Looking Forward

The site was hacked again (cue: a GIANT sigh!) and I was at my wits’ end, trying to figure out how to get it back up. Then I met Mickey, and he helped me clean up the site. Actually, I couldn’t even get in to the site but he figured out a way to log in and clean it up. So here I am, breathing a long, deep breath of relief… Hmmmm. Thanks, Mickey!

Got Maria Speck’s Ancient Grains for Modern Meals from Amazon – excited! P and I are working on reducing wheat from our diet and I am looking at this book to provide me with options that go beyond brown rice, quinoa and millet. This is not a vegetarian cookbook but it has a lot of potential for cooking gorgeous vegetarian meals. The recipes sound so lip-smackingly delicious! Leek Salad with Grilled Halloumi Cheese and Rye Berries, Aroma Bread with Coriander and Fennel, Zucchini-Dill Bites with Pine Nuts, Artichoke-Rosemary Tart with Polenta Crust… Super tempting, to say the least. The lovely photographs don’t hurt either.

Injera Bread

Found Injera Bread at Dekalb Farmers Market last week. Good news for folks who eat gluten-free! Unfortunately, P is not a fan of fermented foods, so I passed it up. Curious to know if anyone has purchased it, and if so, what do you think? There are a couple of Ethiopian food joints in Atlanta that some friends have been recommending since a while. Time to plan a visit, I think!

Visited Harry’s Farmers Market a few weeks ago, and chanced on some new snacks! Gluten-free, healthy, non-diary… no matter what diet you follow, you should be able to find something fun to snack on. Take a look at my stash!

Popped potato chips, BBQ-flavored rice crisps, tapioca ridges with salt and pepper, Pamela’s Ginger Cookies (wrote about them on an earlier post) are all great to stave off the savory snack or sweet cookie craving!

Snacks from Harry's

Falafel Sandwich

Got a Falafel Sandwich from Star Provisions for lunch one day. I think it was the lone vegetarian item on the menu. Or maybe I am mistaken but there were few options.

It was fairly okay. The falafel was crisp and well-spiced. It was not greasy and held its heft despite the yogurt sauce. That being said, the sandwich felt a tad too monochromatic in flavor. Some parsley and lemon would have done wonders in there.

Finally visited Big Chow Grill! Have been wanting to go since a while now… I liked the place. Didn’t get too many nice pictures – I suppose a dedicated post is in order!

Another Bite, Then Another

It finally struck me a few days back as to why some of us tend to rush through eating.

I realized that the full intensity of flavor is only available in the first bite. Bite two, it diminishes. Bite three, it is even lesser and then some more. So, if you are the patient kind who takes thirty-two bites per mouthful, then Bite#32 is probably a bland cousin of Bite#1, virtually unrecognizable in flavor, texture, etc. As the mind senses that the food is gradually becoming less flavorful (read tasty), it prompts the hand to push in another spoonful (or forkful or handful) of food into the mouth. Thus, it so happens that even before you finish up the first mouthful of food, you have started on the second. And so on.

It says a lot about how sensitive the mind is to sensation, how it is always looking to be stimulated, and how it desires new experiences (sensory or otherwise).

It takes restraint and maturity to patiently chomp your way through thirty-two bites of food.

Re-reading the Classics

I started re-reading the Mahabharata, courtesy Amar Chitra Katha. This is an epic I am very familiar with. I read it in my kiddie days, watched the TV series every Sunday, knew the names of the characters by memory, knew how it all began, and knew how it ended. I even knew many of the obscure tales that thread their way through the main story arc, linking back and forth in beautiful sync, without missing a single character. Yes, I was quite an expert on the Mahabharata, even as a child.

  

Yet it is amazing that as I begin my nth reading of the epic, there are a host of new realizations that come to me. As a child, they never struck me as being particularly salient or meaningful but in my ripe middle age, they acquire a whole new meaning.

Time and again, I am reminded of how brave and courageous the Kuru Princes were. Oh, we take it for granted that Kshatriyas are bold individuals; doesn't it come with the territory? But fear is a palpable sensation and it spares no one. There are moments of intense fear, a wish to run away. But there is no running away from one's duty. You might make it once but not every time. You gotta do what you have to do, and the Mahabharata is a beautiful illustration of this cardinal principle.

As a reader, it was a foregone conclusion for me that victory is in store for those who tread the path of Dharma and righteousness. But as I read the earlier parts (where the Pandavas escape from the burning house at Varnavata), I was surprised to read that they experienced anxiety, fear even. They wondered how far they should flee so that they wouldn't be killed by the henchmen of their wicked cousin, Duryodhana. It was new to me because I had never imagined that the Pandavas could go through such "human" emotions; they always seemed superhuman to me.

I was also struck by the respect accorded to the preceptor, learning and knowledge. Today, we don't see many instances of that. Teachers are given scant respect and it breaks my heart. One who embodies knowledge, shares it freely without compunction, expects nothing in return (yes, I have been fortunate to meet many such luminaries) deserves to be worshipped, really. Learning is an illuminating process. It sharpens and softens the intellect; it brings the Universe within alive, sets it ablaze. To me, the one who facilitates such a life-transforming process is a precious blessing, worthy of respect and gratitude. 

I also realized the importance of discipline. Many youngsters fall in and out of love during their years at school/college. It is but natural to experience such emotions at that age. But wisdom lies in realizing that there is a time and place for every thing, and there is great value in waiting. In fact, wisdom and intuition will also tell you when the right time and place arrive. Many a student has forsaken his/her studies in pursuit of the heart. It is such a foolish endeavor! Lack of discipline and focus drives people to distraction. The Mahabharata is a beautiful lesson about discipline, focus and devotion to one's goal.

I was touched by how the elders on the Kaurava side – Bheeshma, Drona, Kripa – fought bravely, knowing fully well that they'd be slain at the hands of their beloved students. Bheeshma knew himself to be invincible, yet he shared to the Pandavas how he could be felled. Without that benevolent knowledge, there was no way the mighty warrior could be defeated. Everyone who fought in the war was staring Death in the face. Yet each one fought without fear or compulsion. It was their dharma, their rightful duty.

It also struck me that there was no middle path. There was no question of sparing anyone's life; either you slay them or you get slain. The Pandavas knew that they had to slay all their family members, else they wouldn't be victorious. Imagine the pain and suffering experienced while killing one's own cousins and family members, yet fully committing to the act and responsibility! It blows my mind, every time I think about it.

As a reader, I knew that war was inevitable. And I thought that the characters also saw it that way. So, I was surprised to see how hard everyone (except Duryodhana) tried to avert the war. But it was so not to be. Yet everyone put in their best efforts because they could see the large scale destruction and death that the war would bring.

Ultimately, I realized that the Mahabharata was a conflict between love and duty. What will you choose, my dear one?

"Do what you have to do." It seems to me that that is the essence of the Mahabharata.

On a second note, here is an excellent introduction to the Mahabharata. Totally enjoyed reading this one.