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Sharing my world

Through Cee’s questions.

List some of your favorites types of teas.

I wrote about tea earlier. I love all types of tea and tisane, except any with Tulsi (holy Basil), which reminds me of boiled Perumaal Koil theertham (sorry, no translation available).  I recently bought dried lemon grass, but have not had the opportunity to drink lemon grass tea, because I am out of tea leaves, and have been inefficient enough as usual to replenish the stock. Talking of which, my inefficiency is going from worse to worst these days. I don’t know how to improve.  I think this is a matter for a rant post sometime soon.  Be warned.

If you had to describe your day as a traffic sign, what would it be?

100-speed-limit-round-sign

Life seems to be going at breakneck speed.  I need to slow down.  Don’t know how.

What are a couple of things could people do for you on a really bad day that would really help you?

Just listen to my rants without offering solutions.  I am smart, I can find my solutions. I just need to rant. This is where girl friends are the best.  They listen without judging and offering solutions.

Irregardless of your physical fitness, coordination or agility: If you could be an athlete what would do do?

Ahem, shouldn’t it be “regardless”?

A high jump champ.  I used to be one in high school.

Grateful for: Looking forward to: I will skip this for now, because I have to rush.  Remember that traffic sign?

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Lots of thoughts in my head that need out.  But chances are that by the time I am finished with Cee’s questions, they would have dissipated.  Or not.

What is your favorite cheese?

The first time I tasted cheese was in the US, when I was 22, on a pizza.  I almost threw up.  Then the transformation happened and I could not have enough of it.  I had cheese sandwiches, extra cheese pizza, cheese omelettes, cheese slices, shredded cheese placed in a dispenser on Italian restaurant tables, and everything else cheese for all meals, for the next fifteen years of my life.

Somewhere along the way, the forties struck and the body would not tolerate cheese (Western cheese, that is) anymore.  Any ingested cheese settled in cellulitic bumps and not-so-cellulitic tyres on the surface and padding on the entrails.  After dissolving some of the tyres and bumps in the gym, I am a lot more careful about the kind of cheese that goes in.

Now, I am fine with panneer (Indian cottage cheese, sorta like tofu), but with the others, I go easy.  If we order pizza, I have one slice and if I am still hungry, I remove the cheese from the whole wheat crust.  Yes, pathetic I know, but I have one body and I would rather that the soul stays with it happily for a few more decades than get volleyed by the lipid buildup.

Are you left or right handed?

Right.  But when it comes to writing, it makes no difference.  I sometimes lie to people that I tried writing with my left hand to exercise my brain, to explain the monstrosity on paper.

Do you prefer exercising your mind or your body? How frequently do you do either?

I used to love exercising my mind, and treated my body with the gentleness of a bomb ready to explode, until a few years ago.  Of course, I have always loved walking, but not as an exercise, but as an activity.  Now I love both and consciously exercise both of them every day. Part of the change is because of the awareness that my blood-family is riddled with all kinds of diseases of the flesh and brain that unless I am proactive in keeping both in good shape, my sunset years would be a long horrible nightmare.

Complete this sentence: Hot days are …

essential.  In our part of the world, hot days mean good rainfall in the near future.  We have not had hot days in the past fortnight, which bodes badly for a city that is already reeling under water scarcity.  I want a couple of hot days if only to bring in the rains.

Optional Bonus question:  What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?

I am grateful that I got a few days rest from work.  I now have work trickling in again, but I got the much needed break, and I am ready to start from tomorrow. Why tomorrow?  Because.

Looking forward?  Not really.  My hormonal see-saw seemed to be under some sort of check for the past two cycles, but today I cried at the sight of a baby monkey jumping around my yard this morning, which means that the following week is going to be rocky. I hope I can practice mindfulness when the tempest blows, and not let the stories in the head take over my sanity.  Wish me luck.

So, what is your week like?

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Answering Cee and perhaps a bit more.  The end of this post will tell.

How do you like to spend a rainy day?

I claim that I love to dance in the rain.  I have danced in the rain in the recent past and embarrassed my kid.  In the not-so-recent past, I have danced in the rain WITH the kid – this was before the devil called teenage came to possess her.  I am known to take long walks in the peak of cyclonic storms that have eluded our city for two years now.  But my husband recently observed something about me when we were on our daily walk and were caught unawares in a downpour.  We were soaking within minutes, and while I claimed I was enjoying it, I was actually shivering and shaking and he said “you want to enjoy the rain, but your body does not let you”.  I hate to admit it, but he is right.  I get the chills when I am wet.  Even in peak summer, when I take a cold shower, my teeth chatter within minutes.

I used to think that I love sitting in the verandah, sipping a cup of hot chai and enjoying the pitter patter out there, but I have come to realise that such is a romantic fantasy and my inherent restlessness would not let me do it.

So what would I like to do when it rains?  I am not sure.

List at least five favorite treats. (They do not have to be sugary).

Varies.  As I type this out, I am craving for cake.  I haven’t had a cake in a year.   I almost bought myself a cake today, but the memory of last week’s GI and associated hospital experience was too fresh in my mind to indulge.

Peanuts.  In all forms, salted, caramel coated, plain, roasted, raw, boiled, in balls, in snickers, as butter…..all forms.

Bananas.  All varieties – malai, rasthali, elakki, nethram, sevvazai….even Mowries, although Mowries, I hear are bad for health.  So, I avoid them.

Sugar candy  or diamond kalkandu as it is called hereabouts.  I love the feel of the bite, the crunch and the sweetness that fills my being.  And they look like little diamonds.  I eat diamonds, I am rich !  And juvenile.

Milk:  If only my lactose intolerance would disappear – I would probably swim in a vat of the blessed stuff.  Perhaps add a few strands of saffron to it, while at it, and dump some sugar candy into it.  Oh man.

I am a foodie.  Or at least used to be until middle age took over.  Food is treat to me.

Where’s your favorite place to take out-of-town guests?

Back to the airport.  Kidding (or am I?).  I am not a great hostess.  Added to which, I don’t like to go anywhere much.  I would love to book an Uber for the guests and send them sightseeing wherever they want.  I will even foot the bill for them.

But, there is one exception.  The beach.  I will go to the beach with anyone, guest or not.  All a stranger has to do is tell me “Gobblefunkist, will you take me to the beach”, and they’ve had me at “beach”.

You are trapped in an elevator, who would you want to be trapped with?

Fat chance I would set foot in one.  Elevator rides make me nauseated (as do car rides, airplane travel, bus rides, swings, see saws, watching roller coasters, thinking of roller coasters, and living).   I have climbed fourteen floors in the past to reach my destination.  I’d rather have a cardiac arrest than nausea.

What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?

I am grateful that we live in an era and place where the toilet is clean and has running water. Nothing like a gastrointestinal infection to make you appreciate the important things in life.

Here comes my “woo hoo” bit.  I completed ALL my work assignments today.  Even sent out the bills to all my clients.  I still have a small job to do for my husband , but that does not count as “work”, mainly because I won’t get “paid” !  But other than that, I have a clean slate.  But the most important thing is that I have nothing to do on the work front for the first time in more than a year.  I know I will start getting stuff to do soon enough, but this is a much needed rest.  I was beginning to break under the strain of constant work.

The icing is that I am alone this week at home – the better half is away at his childhood home, and the kid is off at school all day, which leaves me home alone.  I love the family to bits and all, but this is the first time in more than a year that I have had time to myself. Today, I got myself a much needed pedicure – the nail on my middle toe was disgusted enough at the aridness of its neighbourhood that it fell off its bed in its entirety last night.  And I actually had time to sit and not think about anything. Yay.

Yes, I know I am evil.  But a break is a good thing now and then, take it from me.

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Cee’s Share Your World 3 July 2017

For your main meal do you prefer sweet and sour, hot and spicy, spicy and sweet, bitter, salty, bland or other?

A little of this, a smidgeon of that and a dash of the other.   I like my meals to have all six flavors. Traditionally, a full Indian meal is supposed to have all six – sweet, sour, hot, bitter, salt and thuvarpu (which has no equivalent in English – the taste of olive comes under this, for reference). I try that our daily home lunch has all six every day. I don’t always have bitter, but today I did – bitter guard in pepper kuzambu.  Today’s was:  Banana with sugar (for sweet), bitter guard pepper kuzambu for both spicy and bitter, lemon rasam for sour, gooseberry pachadi for thuvarpu and of course, salt in everything.

Where do you hide junk when people come over?

If I sound holier-than-thou in my answer, banish the thought. I am the messiest, clumsiest, untidiest, most disorganized person you could know.  But, when I know I am having people over, I do some heavy duty cleaning of the house, so people don’t see junk.  However, to my credit, I don’t possess junk.  I am an obsessive thrower-away of anything not nailed to the floor – I recently got rid of my couches because well, they were “stuff”. My untidiness is in the mess that surrounds our essential elements.

If the visitors are unexpected, I restrict them to the living room, which is the husband’s domain.  The husband is the cleanest, tidiest, perfectionist person you could know. And yes, how he puts up with me is beyond my imagination.

What daily habit would you like to introduce to your life?

Mindfulness.  Meditation.  Former, I am making some progress. Latter could be better.

If you were to perform in the circus, what would you do?

Probably throw up. My motion sickness is legendary.

Grateful for/looking forward to:

Grateful for the end of my horrible UTI without antibiotics.

Looking forward to some alone time this weekend.

 

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I have not been too enthusiastic about writing anything in the past week.  I am still not in the groove, but start I must, somewhere.  How better than answering Cee’s questions?

Here are my answers to this week’s share your world questions

What goal are you working on now?

Must I have a goal?  I do have a bunch of backlog work.  My house (esp kitchen and my clothes cupboard) need cleaning.  Of the industrial variety. I feel a little smothered by a couple of life issues that I cannot disclose.  I need to find a way to deal with them.

In the big picture, I want more mindfulness in life.  Seems like a life goal to me.

What is one thing you’re glad you tried but would never do again?

Having a child.  The most powerful, life-altering, mind boggling, intensely satisfying and irreplaceable experience – not just the giving birth bit, but the whole parenting shebang.  But once is enough, thank you.

Did you choose your profession or did it choose you?

Either way, I am so glad it happened when it did.  I can’t imagine doing anything else in my life.  Yes, it comes with its own package of frustrations (e.g. A document I am editing wants to “solutionize” the problem and give me a stroke), nevertheless…this profession is choice supreme. Whether the wand chose the wizard or the wizard, the wand, is immaterial; the magic is all that matters.

Have you ever gotten lost?

All the effing time.  I have the sense of direction of a fossil.  The only direction I recognize is down, given that gravity is quite a dog and all that.  I am even getting lost in my daily nightmares.  Usually inside large empty buildings.

Grateful for/looking forward to:

I am grateful that everything passes.

I am looking forward to getting back the writing mojo.  I may have kickstarted it.

 

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Cee’s Questions for this week:

What is the most famous landmark or building you have ever seen?

Quite a few I think.  Locally, the Brihadeeshwarar temple.  And a whole lot of temples down south.  Globally, the latest would be the Leaning tower of Pisa – highly overrated, famous nevertheless.  In the new world (how quaint!), stuff in NY, including the erstwhile twin tower and the lady of liberty, all of the “Patel spots” of the capital city – the Capitol, the Smithsonians etc. etc.  The Seattle Space Needle.

Do you like long vacation or lots of mini-vacations?

Lots of mini.

What is your favorite National or State Park?

I have once travelled through the Mudumalai reserve,  but I didn’t enjoy it because I was too tired, and irritated because bus rides don’t agree with me, and I didn’t even want to go on the trip because my relationship with my dad was strained at that time – he wanted to take me on this trip to do the father-daughter bonding, and I was such an ass that I did not want to mend fences.  I regret it now.  I did not see a single tiger to boot.

My classmate from gradschool is a forest reserve officer in the north of the country.  Must visit him sometime and have him take me on a tour on his official jeep into the forest.  So cool.

What is your fantasy vacation

Ideally a beach resort.    I would love to go to a luxury beach resort, lie on the beach, sipping cold something, reading a book and occasionally dipping into the water.  Unfortunately, my better half does not find water appealing, so I don’t see that happening.

If it were a spiritual retreat, and I have mentioned this before, the Himalayas.  Alone.

Grateful last week for:  The visit by the sil and niece.  Had fun.

Looking forward to: End of this excruciating heat.  The past two days have been terrible. The heat is truly draining.  I need a break.  I need rain.  Please let it rain?

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Cee’s questions for the week:

What one thing have you not done that you really want to do? 

I want to visit the Himalayas.  I am not exactly sure where in the Himalayas, probably Mt. Kailash and Manasarovar.  But the catch is this:  I want to go there alone.  I don’t want to go there as a tourist, but as a spiritual journey.  I am not clear on what it is that I seek, but I feel a tug every time I read about or see or hear of the Himalayas in books, movies and conversations.  Perhaps it is merely a romantic fantasy.

How often do you get a haircut?

Like I have hair to cut.  I have never been well-endowed outside my skull (some would argue, inside as well, but the judgement is reserved on that one), but things went south fairly rapidly after delivery of my one and only. Now I have hair on my head which could be counted on two hands and two feet.  I still pretend to have it trimmed once a year or so, just so the bottom does not look like a rat’s tail.

In regards to puzzles what’s your choice: jigsaw, crossword, word search or numeric puzzles?

Word search.  Jigsaw next.  Crossword after. Numeric puzzles, only under extreme duress.

How many cities have you lived? You can share the number of physical residences and/or the number of cities.

Chennai (India), Syracuse (NY), Gaithersburg (MD), Chantilly (VA), Dallas (TX).

Grateful for : End of hormonal crap, surge of work energy, half a kilo lost.

Looking forward to:  More work to be completed.

Extremely pleased about: My article to be included in a chapter of “Family Resource Management”, a text-book co-authored by Sylvia Asay who is a professor at University of Nebraska at Kearney.  Yay.