A Passion called Food

No matter where you go and in which part of the globe you may be, the one thing that connects the world is the love for food. Be it birth or death, marriage or a Janya thread ceremony, most rituals are incomplete without a lavish spread. And, in India, this tradition is followed even more ‘religiously’ (pun intended!). Often, some funeral rituals literally resemble a feast!

I’m totally in love with this love for food. It often has the power of lifting up a down and out you! (But by no means am I advocating binging away when you’re screwed in the head… never, never, never eat your pain!) It’s food over which love can happen, business deals are struck and even memories are relived.

Just thinking of the most yummy omelette toast that a friend prepares every time I’m having breakfast with him (I confess, I tried making it the way he does, but could never replicate the magic!), or the umpteen number of times I’ve considered myself just so lucky for being the daughter of a woman who is such a lovely cook, food has always been the way to my heart.

And while food is a science, it’s incomplete without its most quintessential flavours - love and simplicity. My mother is the person who has introduced me to the yummiest food ever. She once told me about this really embarrassing moment. I was five or so, and my parents and I were attending a house party. All the uncles and aunties wanted to stuff me away (so typical!), and I kept refusing, and finally when it really got to me, I simply told one of the aunties, “Aunty, I only eat my mama’s food!” And to a great extent that’s true even till date.

I’ve come to realise that the less rigid you are, the more you enjoy food. Be open to a wada pav that costs five bucks as much as what you’d be to a Risotto priced at five hundred. That's the key! Of course, while we all have our favourites, in terms of flavours, spices, cuisines, etc., it is always a good idea to try and make the most of most cuisines.

Hailing from a land that is just so rich in its food culture, I, at times, feel guilty about the fact that while we are indulging and seeking pride in knowing a variety of world cuisines, I often don’t know about the array of cuisines that are available in India itself. Until recently, I didn’t know that there’s a cuisine called Moplah, which comes from North Kerala, and is so rich in its taste and flavours. And I’m pretty sure I’m missing out on so much more.

A few years ago, while having (read - slurping, ogling, and enjoying!) a road-side dosa with a friend, he commented that he had never seen someone as passionate about food! Dear Friend, I now realise that it’s all thanks to the wonderful experiences I’ve indulged in!!!

(The above image is a crazy night with friends at WTF, Andheri. Love WTF's tagline! Image courtesy Rubina Das

Image on the left is the time when Shrikant Ayyangar aka Chika, Rubina Das, and I engaged in total, complete and pure indulgence at Britannia Café, Mumbai. Image courtesy Rubina Das)

What's the formula?

When you decide on giving someone a second chance, be it a friend, a lover, or perhaps even an employer, is it that you are really doing so only and only for that person, or is it somewhere your weakness and inability to live without that person and the relationship?

And, most importantly, does it ever stop at just that 'second' chance? I've often read quotes and adages on the fact that trusting someone and then getting betrayed the first time around isn't your fault, but when you repeat the 'mistake' of trusting that person again, and if he/she betrays you even the second time, then it's definitely your fault for having trusted them.

Well, this also brings me to one other very confusing aspect of a relationship. How tight or loose can you hold any relationship. I've seen relationships where if either of the partners is a control freak, it results in frustration and finally ends. But i have also seen relationships where giving your partner a lot of freedom and trusting him/her blindly has made one of the partners sway and just screw up real bad. Somewhere, the belief that a relationship is like sand held in your hand (held loosely, with an open hand, the sand remains where it is...but the minute you close your hand and squeeze tightly to hold on, the sand trickles through your fingers) doesn't always seem too right.

So, basically, what's the formula for any successful relationship? Of course, is there any formula at all?.....

Is truth always scandalising?

Is there really another side to every story, and one more version to every truth? From times immemorial, it has always been about the power of two scenarios and settings -- from things such as 'the two sides of a coin', to 'a glass half-empty and half-full,' etc. Well, while i always believed that there simply could be only two sides to any truth - yours and mine - recently, i read somewhere that there aren't simply two but three sides to it - yours, mine, and the reality - and this has got me thinking.

Can we, at times, be blinded by ourselves, or perhaps by the fact that we just don't want to accept the harsh reality of the opposite person, and start believing the truth to be a lie? Just the way a lie repeated a zillion times begins to feel like the truth, does ignoring the truth make one feel that it may perhaps be a lie!

Also, the concept of cheating in relationships has got me thinking. Is is that the one who is cheating wants to enjoy the best of both (or, perhaps, several) worlds? Or does it stem from the fact that, at times, you're just too scared to confess the truth, as it could to lead to losing the person and the relationship too?

Life and it's weird ways, i'd say. On a lighter note, one of my friends had once sent me a funny text, which read 'Dear Parents, the only reason i lie to you about my boyfriends, etc., is because i care for you and don't want to scandalise you with the truth'. But, well, are things really that funny, and is the truth always so scandalising?

It's good to be back!

Well, it's been just so long since i last updated this page. More than three years! Wow, now that's quite some time. It has been long-enough for me to even forget the password! Wonder what stopped me. The lack of inspiration, or perhaps i wasn't observant enough to get inspired. Whatever be the reason, and no matter how long the wait, it feels good to be back! And all's well that re-starts well!

Blogging, to me, has never been my idea of making a page or the Internet my little 'dear diary' (no offense meant to the ones who do). I'm still old school and if i'm screwed in the head or overwhelmed with joy, I'd rather run to a friend or call a buddy before rushing to a Twit(***) or any other medium here. Having said that, as the name of my blog suggests, it still will definitely be one of the ways that I'd like to say a lot unspoken things (but not all!).

So, while i'm now going to regularly update 'The Perfect Vent' with some observations, realisations, actions, et al, i promise to even keep updating the look of this page. (Sigh! when i'd first designed that header, it actually looked and felt 'brilliant', but it does feel quite jarring now...speak about being honest!). of course one of the first changes that i'm going to be making is changing the profile pic with a less chubby me (blush! blush!). Of course, though i did think of starting a new blog altogether, something just stopped me from doing so (read: laziness; I'm a self-confessed technotard, and going through the process of filling the details for a new account ain't happening with me!)

So, though i don't have truck loads of people waiting for me to update my blog, for the few who do, all i can say is -- Thank you! Drop by once in a while; i'm sure there's something for each one of you!

See you soon :)))

Ashq

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