Accidental ‘Chef’

It’s been something that I have forever been called out for by my wife – my lack of skills in the kitchen! No prices for guessing then, this post is about an accidental achievement that I managed to turn out of nowhere…

As it happened, I was engrossed in my work and decided to take a break in the evening, as I usually do. While preparing my green tea, I saw a couple of packets of milk and so emptied them into a saucepan and put the saucepan on the stove on a low flame to boil the milk.

I must have drunk a lot of antioxidants that day in the green tea, because I forgot all about the saucepan on the stove, while I completed my evening stroll on the terrace and then resumed working. By the time my wife returned from office and found out about my mishap, I was already on a call, oblivious to my achievement!

As some of you may very well know, when we boil milk for a long time on a low flame, it becomes viscous with reduced consistency and the cream clots up in small knots. This preparation, topped with saffron, cardamom, and some dry nuts is often served in different parts of India as a sweet dish called ‘Rabri’. It also happens to be one of my favorites.

So, accidentally, I ended up preparing a sweet dish that I had no intention of (well, of course with my creative wife’s help). My wife, probably happy that the milk had not boiled over and spilled as it usually does under my jurisdiction, decided to click a couple of pics and posted to my parents and in-laws, terming it my creation (not the one in this post, that’s from the internet). They were equally astonished about this surprise turn and were actually quite shocked that I could do something like this, until I clarified about the accidental bit…

While we ate the rabri, which was of course delicious in spite of the accidental nature of its preparation, I realized that this is how life also is at times.

A lot of times, we face difficulties and a lot of heat. Sometimes, we let the heat affect us too much and boil over, spilling onto our near and dear ones and laying to waste our own happiness. When we do that, no one gets affected as much as ourselves. But it still happens in an uncontrollable manner at times, such is our human nature.

However, when we let those difficulties pass through and get by that phase in our life, pretty much absorbing the heat and making ourselves stronger and increasing our learnings, we end up transformed. With some garnishing of new experiences and personal resolve, we turn that phase on its head and emerge to do better than what we could have earlier.

It is then up to us to mould the way life shapes us, if we keep our bearings and don’t get bogged down by those umpteen curveballs that keep getting hurled at us time and time again. For what is life without a bit of clotted dreams and simmering situations!

By the way, as I finished eating the rabri and thanked my wife for all that she had done to make it more delicious than I ever could, I realized that it holds true for a lot of other things in my life. More on that in some other post…

Enormity of our Effort!

These last few weeks, I have learnt so much working with my dad, to help him give shape to a long held dream of his – publishing a book that my grandfather wrote!

I was born three years after my grandfather passed away. So I have only heard about him from my grandmother, parents, uncles, and aunts. Some of them say I resemble him and that’s one of the reasons that I have been slightly intrigued by who he was, what he did, etc.

Over so many years, I have heard interesting anecdotes multiple times, tried to peep into his personality based on old reminiscing by different elders, and hoped to emulate him in terms of what he achieved in life. Yet, I never quite grasped the enormity of what he did around his literary aspirations.

He was a writer and a poet and quite well known in the central Indian region in his days, with regular articles published in various magazines. He was also very well known locally around my home town and hence I have heard bits and pieces of the kind of work he did in those heydays.

However, what turned out to be the most astonishing fact to me, which I discovered recently, was that he worked for over 14 years to give shape to his magnum opus. Something that he started working on when he had just crossed 40 years of age, and was almost due to complete before his untimely demise. And it wasn’t that he took time off or kept going in loops on some parts of the book.

I was in awe when I understood the enormity of this effort. For someone to dedicate 14 years of one’s life to a single pursuit is not a common occurrence. It takes a huge amount of patience and just continuous persistence to be able to do something like this. And then to not be able to publish it must have pinched him a lot in those last days.

He certainly isn’t the only one in this category. There are so many other examples of people continuing to pursue a single minded goal for years altogether, undeterred by difficulties in their path. Sometimes they don’t achieve what they had set out for but enrich themselves so much in the process. Most of them are champions in the literal sense!

As I thought more about this and how we live our lives, I couldn’t even think of comparing it with how we view a lot of things these days. How for a lot of us, it is about instant gratification and the need for external validation for everything we do. How we want to win everything even before we have understood the real meaning of winning. And how if we don’t get something, we move to the next best thing, forgetting about our original pursuit.

We don’t give enough due to those who continue to persevere and keep going at something specific. We view them as incapable or a failure, when they could very well be on the verge of success. What we miss out is, while they may take time to get to their destination, that duration of effort does not take away anything from their success. For they are the ones moving the needle on difficult things, or things which they probably weren’t good enough at, or just needed that time to find their rhythm and achieve success.

Perhaps we will do well to keep this in mind as we get on to that next project, that next job, that next relationship, or just that next personal goal. The enormity of our effort is not determined by the outcome that it garnered but by the enrichment that it leads us to and the fun had while at it…

PS: Salute to my father and uncles for taking it upon themselves to get this unfinished work published now!

Attachment

How we get attached to those who are looking out for us? And what they mean to our lives?

As I spent a few days with my close family, including first cousins, uncles, and aunts, this question kept coming to me.

There are many people who cross our paths right from our birth, through our life, till we bid our goodbye. But there are very few for whom we really hold affection in our hearts and feel attached to.

I have written about this multiple times from different perspectives, covering friendships, relations, and colleagues. But as I dug deeper this time, I realised the answer is actually very simple.

Most of us are attached to our parents and our siblings, which is most natural. Maybe a couple of uncles and / or aunts, and maybe a few cousins also form our close circle. While we may have a good rapport with the other members of our extended families, these few people matter a lot to us.

They matter to us because the relationship with them is built on trust but without the weight of expectations. It is symbiotic and therefore benefits both.

This group is like our confidant, our punching bag, and also our supporters from the sidelines. We love them and we fight with them but whichever way you cut it, we spend most of our time with them.

In turn this attachment and affection helps both the sets of people to rely on each other for anything, creating a virtuous circle and helping us keep ourselves rooted and bonded. They mean the microcosm of a perfect world to us, wherein we can do whatever and be whoever, without worrying about anything else.

And that attachment continues even as time passes by and people drift apart physically. For the trust without expectations equation still holds true!

I have experienced this personally. I stayed in a joint family in my formative years and am heavily attached to my uncles, aunts and my cousins. That affection and attachment has continued even though we don’t get to meet each other often.

When we do, we all effortlessly sync in whatever setting we are put in and spend time together laughing, crying, quarrelling and caring for each other. More importantly even when that time ends and we go back to our usual lives, the level of affection and care continues in our remote interactions.

All because of trust on each other without any expectations! Important tenets for not just our close relationships but every connection that we value in life…

Dreams

It’s a fascinating word, encompassing thoughts that cross our mind. While mostly when we are asleep but for some even when we are awake!

But what do those thoughts tell us? What do they mean?

This has always been fascinating to me. Since childhood, I recall waking up and then recounting my dream(s) to see if there was something interesting hiding there.

Most of those dreams were worthless trinkets. Hallucinations about things I had done that day or in the recent past and which recurred for whatever reason.

But some were exemplary gems. My imagination running wild and taking me down the rabbit hole into unknown lands, making me meet interesting people, telling me great anecdotes, and making me laugh and cry. All while I was asleep.

I remember, after waking up from those gem dreams, I always had a flush feeling of having conquered something. For whatever reason…

Then slowly, as I grew up and entered adulthood, those dreams receded. There were some still which were interesting but none was as exemplary as before. It was as if the imagination was lost in the woods. Without a path back home.

I endured this phase in my life for almost 20 years. Initially in this phase, most of my dreams used to be about training horrors. After all, what do you expect a Gentleman Cadet training in the Indian Army to dream about! But post that phase, it was mostly work related or some fantasy that I was chasing as life changed colors from being single to being married to being a parent.

This long phase made me forget all those sojourns that used to happen in the private space between my ears. I almost resigned to the fact that I will continue to dream about the usual stuff only now.

Until a couple of years back…

Egged on by my daughters dreams and what she made me listen to on an everyday basis, I started remembering how I used to be in those days. I also started turning my creative wheels, writing regularly and thinking a lot about multiple things, in a way I hadn’t applied myself yet.

Perhaps both of these things combined to give me some of my power back. Maybe it was something else.

But I was elated when a few days back, I passed out in the dark of the night and my asleep mind took me down a rabbit hole I hadn’t visited in ages!

It was exhilarating to wake up and think about how the dream panned out. From whatever details I could recall, it did seem like some ride. Maybe not up to the standards of my childhood. But a start, nevertheless…