Monday, April 25, 2011

Till we meet again

Yesterday was Easter & I'm still recovering.

No, I wasn't following lent for 40 days that I overdid it yesterday. I just overdid it out of realising that I won't be eating a large quantity of Marzipan for another year.

Yesterday also happened to be Sachin Tendulkar's birthday. And how do I know that? Only because every year on 24 April Sachin related articles take up 40% of the newspaper. Sachin happened to be a big follower of Sathya Sai Baba and yesterday unfortunately was his last day on Earth. Coincidentally the same day Jesus was resurrected.

Who is Sathya Sai Baba? Well, it's a shame but to be honest till today I wasn't completely sure myself.
I was clearly not a devotee, mainly because I didn't know anything about him and had only heard about how he could perform miracles.
He was said to be an incarnation of the Shirdi Sai Baba and announced himself at the age of 14.
He had millions of followers from all over the world because his teachings were simple and yet so powerful. He said everyone is God but the difference is just that he has realised it. He gave out a strong message about the importance of service. He was also said to have had many special powers like making vibhuti (ash) appear before his devotees and make objects like watches and rings appear out of nowhere.

At first, to me he just sounded like a good magician. But then, I read a little more about him and his teachings and he seemed like a pretty amazing man. He didn't preach any particular religion and only taught the people about being good and living well.

He said he would die at the age of 96 after leading a healthy long life and he died at the age of 85 after being ill for a while. How did he always know the future and yet not see that coming after having predicted his own death? The next incarnation of Sai Baba is to be born a year after Sathya Sai Baba's death. But, now people are confused about whether this will be next year or 12 years from now. 
This sort of future related predicted information really puzzles me.

I keep wondering about how Sathya Sai Baba knew he was the incarnation of Sai Baba at the young age of 14 and could convince the world about it. To me he seemed to be a great man, maybe a Godly figure or even just a miracle-worker.

His teachings seemed really good. Very positive. Not focusing on any particular religion.
Always seen in his orange robes and distinctive hairstyle, he was a man who definitely did not look his age. So, here's a silly question. If he was 85, how was his hair still so black since I doubt he was dyeing it.
Desperation makes such insignificant and vain thoughts enter my mind since I seem to be greying faster than George Clooney.

Hoping that the next incarnation will be here soon.
I watched 2012 (the movie) yesterday and am a little worried.

Tomorrow is my dear sister Aku's b'day.
Sorry Aku, I haven't got you a present.
Happy Birthday :)

Sunday, April 24, 2011

The Hunt continues...

The hunt for the perfect easter egg never ends. Atleast for me.

I have hated eating eggs for most of my life - poached, boiled, benedict, florentine & all the others.
Recently however, I've begun enjoying the special eggs my mother brings from the farms in Gorai (which I've been told can hatch into little chicks if kept for long enough). Maybe that's why they taste so good.
Before this I was never a fan of eggs unless it was used as an ingredient in making some sort of dessert.
I've probably cracked one egg in my life to make a fried egg - the only way I can eat it.
Or as an omelette. But, that's because it's generally camouflaged with what I like to call a bunker of cheese.
It's the same with cold coffee. I only like it when you can taste more chocolate than coffee.

Anyway, the one day I have always looked forward to the entire year to eat an egg is today - Easter.
By Brett Bara
When I was a little girl, my friend Sabrina & I would paint & decorate egg shells and leave them to rest in a cane basket on a bed of cotton and confetti. It was very creative and pretty looking but completely pointless. 

So, now I just focus on buying and eating good easter eggs.

The hunt, like every year began 3 days ago. I went to many different stores around Bandra and this is what I got.
Regal was alright.
Candies had run out.
And Cheron was ooook.
More maida than marzipan according to my mom.
Then my friend Ken came and gave me a chocolate egg and life seemed not so bad again.

Whether you got Chocolate, Marzipan or just plain flour, I wish you all a very Happy Easter.

And as for tomorrow, let's hope it's Sunny Side Up.

Monday, April 18, 2011

Have a great da(y)ne

by me

Noone can pull a cloud and make it rain

So put on a bow and have a great dane.

Sunday, April 3, 2011

A New phase for me & India

Now that the love of my life/ my sister/ my everything has left home, a sudden emptiness has flooded my heart.
Do I fill this void with food/ movies or just air?
Aku & I have taken most of the decisions in each other's lives. Yes it's a good combination of pathetic and sweet.
So what am I without her?
People say you are what you eat.
So for now let's just call me tons of chocolate with a healthy side plate of watermelon (topped with olives & cheese) to reduce the guilt a bit.

In order to come out of this Food Coma I have started going for walks (once), am joining Yoga (tomorrow) and took pictures for a friend's blog (cause I'm a talented control freak, right Smita?)

Today everything everywhere is silent. Mainly because last night everything everywhere wasn't.
India is in a state of party recovery.
We won the Cricket World Cup yesterday after 28 years. The first win for India in my lifetime. Ok, that statement was made just to show how young I am.
Picture taken from Google Images
I heard the match was fixed. Then I heard it wasn't. Then it was pretty obvious it wasn't.
Then we gave up all hope. I even changed the channel for a bit.

To be honest I am not the biggest fan of cricket. I watch it once in a while when India is playing and it's an important match.
The other day when India played Pakistan in the semi-finals, I was hoping Shahid Afridi wouldn't get out only cause he was something pretty to look at. If I made this confession during the match, I would've probably been stoned by my countrymen, but now that India has won, I feel a little braver to admit it.
The final match yesterday between India and Sri Lanka was definitely the most interesting match I have ever seen.
I watched it with my grandmother for whom cricket is a religion. We sat at the edge of our seats, forgetting to breathe and then when we won we couldn't help but jump up and hug each other and start clapping like 5 yr olds at a birthday party.
We had tears in our eyes and couldn't understand how or why. The stadium was buzzing with so much energy. And so was the quiet road I live on. By the time I went to bed, my house was smelling of crackers. It was like Diwali in April. Special!

Today is a new day. India has entered into a new phase and so have I. Everyone's on a crazy high and every kind of behaviour seems justified. But, let's face it, it's just a game. So, next time I go all psycho while playing Taboo, I'm assuming that that would be thought of as normal behaviour.

Hoping to enter a new phase full of focus, good food & exercise.
Hoping the yoga phase lasts and I learn to touch my head to my feet instead of doing my more regular pose of Foot-in-my-mouth.
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