Tuesday 31 March 2015

The Android April A to Z Challenge



The A to Z Challenge begins tomorrow and I’ve finally made up my mind on my theme for the challenge.

I’ve been using the Android platform for about 5 years now and over the years I’ve used and discarded many apps. Some have become permanent residents on my phone while others get uninstalled after use.

Since I started out with using an Android phone I’ve been meaning to review all the apps I use. I have reviewed a couple and even shared a must have list once but it’s time to make a more comprehensive list.

I have over 150 apps on my phone. Some came with the phone, quite a few are google apps and a fair number I’ve downloaded over time.



I’ve also changed / used at least 4 different Android phones (I currently use the Nexus 6) and in each move my app list has gotten tighter at first as I discarded unused apps and kept only the ones I really really needed. Then with time the app numbers expand as I start to experiment until the phone gets full and can’t take any more. :D

I figured the A to Z Challenge over 26 days would be a good way to list and share all the apps I love. Yeah, yeah I know, I may not find apps that begin with the letter I need but I’ll find a work around. :P

More than finding one app per letter, I’m sure on some days I’ll have an over load of apps. Like ’S’ for example. I can think of three apps just like that, that I love and that start with the letter ’S’.

But it doesn't end there considering that I own an iPad too. There are some apps and games that I'm hooked to on the iPad. Not as many as on Android but still. So, I'm going to cover a few iOS apps too. (Most of them are also available on Android anyway.)

Android April’s going to be fun. Watch out for my Android A to Z App recommendations and tell me if you love the app too. Also do let me know which apps you love and can’t live without. :)

Monday 30 March 2015

Pawsible Weekly: The Last Ten Days



I had intended for the Pawsible Weekly to be a weekly update of the dogs but this week I'm hijacking it to talk about travel, blogging and the dogs. :D

We’ve been away for 9 days!!! It may not sound like much but it’s the longest we have ever been away. Leaving the doggies behind and travelling is just so difficult. It’s that feeling of leaving your heart behind… :(

The doggies though seem to have had a ball with Devisri of Urban Dawg. Here’s what they have been upto...


Cuckoo cuddles...


Buddha cuddles...


And even William cuddles!!!


The dogs lounge around...


Cuckoo displays how 'Attention' is done.


The dogs enjoy the morning sun. After this they all pass out under the fan and don't venture out much in the heat.

But they did miss us for we got a welcome that lasted over half and hour when we returned last night. There was crazy amounts of jumping, running, circling and licking that made me feel all warm and gooey inside.

Some ten days ago I had posted about a surprise trip Che was planning. Well, now that we are back I can tell you, it was an amazing surprise. A trip to Meghalaya with JwM, that’s a knockout surprise!



The last 9 days were packed with sights, views, experiences, learnings, insights, limits, safaris, treks, bridges and what not. It was an amazing journey and I’ll share more of it soon.

It was a trip like never before and yet I’m also happy to be back. Back to the grind, my dogs, my blog, my life… You know the usual mundane stuff that makes up life. :D



In other news I’m also looking forward to participating in the A to Z Challenge that starts on April 1st. I’d done it last year but not as a part of the challenge. This year though I’d like to give it a try - 26 days of blogging while choosing topics that start from A to Z. This should be fun.

I’m looking forward to blogging in April. It’ll be a good push to get me writing more. An excellent opportunity to make some new friends in the blogging space. And I hope to hone my writing skills too.

Last year I did words as a theme, this year I’m yet to make up my mind. There’s the option of words again. I’m inclined a bit towards 26 of my all time favourite books. And there’s also the idea germinating in my head of 26 cities/states/places in India I’ve been to. I can't seem to make up my mind. :?

So, Wish me all the best… ;)

Saturday 28 March 2015

When U r in Love with a Beautiful Man



***Note: The definition and description of love has changed for me over the years. Not once but multiple times. As I've aged, matured and all that, love has changed its meaning too. Today if I had to describe it, I'd have a very different description. But looking at how I saw it then in 2000, makes me smile at my naivety. :D***

Of secret rendezvous, love notes, lovers’ tiffs, first base and other telltale signs of love

When u start feeling contented, everything looks rosy and pink, u feel u can never lose, u r on that winning streak. When ur friends catch u secretly smiling with no reason whatsoever, and u feel on top of the world… when ur shoulders never droop and u r looking far into the future. When there is a lightness to ur step and u skip when u gotta walk. When u dash to pick up the phone with ur dad looking on in dismay. When ur almost always dreaming and r lost in warm thoughts and ur mom ultimately has to shake u to get ur attention. Boy! Oh Boy! U r in love babe.

Being in love is the most wonderful feeling and knowing someone loves u can bring so much pleasure. There is something very special that u share with someone u have known for so little time; a bond that u share with no one else and if u happen to find ur best friend in that person then there isn’t anything more to say, for u can share and tell him anything u want to cos u know that he will listen and give u advice - not commands. And, the advice is good.

But there aren’t only the highs…
For a lot of times he wants more then u can give, and most of the time your timings clash and he will expect u to fit into his timetable. So u hardly go out, and when u do, u can’t enjoy the outing to the fullest cos u have a constant nagging fear of someone seeing u with him and reporting back to ur parents.

And when u’ve finally got a chance and r looking forward to going out, he drops out at the last minute or just doesn’t show up! (all because u haven’t got the message that he had passed on through other friends…) So u would have waited frantic with worry…got so pissed off cos u would have turned down ur best friend’s treat just to meet him! So the next time u see him, u would expect him to at least to be on his knees with flowers and an ‘I Am Sorry’ card but all that u get is a goddamn phone call and a nonchalant sorry (if u r lucky).

There r those other times also when u r all alone in some resort or club and he wants to go for the home run and u, well, u r happy with first base. So when he tries to make a move on u and says he’s always gonna be around… will go for so-called complete protection, (cos he doesn’t want complications any more than u do!) that it doesn’t matter and u should stop worrying – u end up sulking and pouting just so that he would reluctantly give up. But, strangely u find urself secretly wishing he had tried harder, for u really wouldn’t mind second base!

Worming his way into ur heart!
But of course there are those small things that mean so much. Finding cards and love notes in books and other hiding places makes ur day. His casual dropping by when he is around the neighborhood (or so he says), his remembering ur favorite eat-out, ur favorite dish and drink or how u like ur coffee, can make u feel so nice. The times when he does things ur way though he’d prefer it his way, makes u love him even more.

Above all, there’s joy in just having him around, of knowing that he will always be there for u, the feeling of being cared for and protected, of being loved and treasured. These things bring so much joy and happiness. It is these tiny things with their ups and downs that make what u share so much more special.

Friday 27 March 2015

Cooking With Doodhi



***Note: Doodhi is one of my favourite vegetables. I enjoy eating it no matter the dish but I do have my favourite dishes. I'd put together this collection ages ago but even today these are my favourite doodhi recipes.***

The bottle gourd also known as the calabash gourd or the white flower gourd is popularly known as doodhi in India. It is a native of South America but is grown extensively in India. Archeological evidences support man's association with Bottle Gourd in Peru from 11,000 to 13,000 years B.C.

The gourd is usually bottle shaped but can also sometimes be trumpet shaped. It is a vegetable with a good source of carbohydrates, vitamin A, vitamin C, and minerals. Bottle Gourd may be fried, boiled, or stuffed with the tender fruits used for making sweet meats. The hard shell of mature fruits may be used to make water jugs, domestic utensils, musical instruments and floats for fishing nets. In addition tender stems and leaves posses some medicinal value.

There are alot of sweets and dishes that are made from this vegetable but I have tried to put together a few easy to make and tasty recipes. These are nutritious and also very good for the weight conscious.

 

Doodhi Halwa


Ingredients
1kg bottle gourd
3 cups of sugar
1 cup of milk
3 tablespoons of ghee
4 cardamoms

Method
1) wash, peel and grate gourd
2) Steam in pressure cooker for 15min.
3) Remove when cool, add sugar and milk and let it simmer on a low fire. Stir continuously. When it is well cooked, add ghee and powered cardamom. Stir well and remove from fire.

 

Kadu Puri


Ingredients
White gourd ½ of small gourd
Salt
Rice flour 400gms
Chilies
Oil

Method
1) grate gourd
2) grind chilies
3) Add salt, flour and chilies to gourd and mix nicely. Should be sticky but not watery. Do not add water.
4) Now make capatis on a plastic like we make for vadas.
5) Deep fry till golden brown.

 

Doodhi Milk Shake


Ingredients
Bottle Gourd
Milk
Elaichi

Method
1) Grate the doodhi and steam for 15 min.
2) blend in mixie
3) now add desired amount of milk and elaichi(cardamoms)
4) Serve cold.

The doodhi halwa and puri is not exactly for the weight conscious but the milk shake sure is. If a little milk cream is added to the halwa while still ho, it enhances the taste of the halwa. Serve the halwa cold it tastes better. Same goes for the shake, serve it cold. The puri’s are best eaten hot, and will taste better with mint or chilly chutney.
Doodhi is supposed to be good for the eyes, hair and skin. I glass of doodhi milk shake every day morning or evening is very good, it is also cooling for the stomach so real good for people who have stomach burn.

Thursday 26 March 2015

Book Review: The Simple Truth by David Baldacci



 
Title: The Simple Truth
Author: David Baldacci
Paperback: 544 pages
Publisher: Grand Central Publishing (November 1st 1999)
Genre: Mystery-Thriller
Read: Paperback
Stars: ***/5
Buy On: Amazon | FlipKart

 

Summary: (Goodreads)

Twenty five years ago, Rufus Harms was convicted of a murder he believes he committed. But when his memory is jogged by a letter from the army, he has a shocking realization: he's not guilty. From prison, Rufus secretly files an appeal with the Supreme Court, unaware that the real killers are onto him. But the long-time convict knows he's running out of time when his lawyer and the Supreme Court clerk--the first person to see Rufus's appeal--are murdered. Escaping with his brother's help, Rufus must now elude capture long enough to expose a shocking cover-up and save his own life.

My Review:


Note: This review was first written way back in 2000, for a website OyeIndia.com that existed way back then. :D

Cover: Simple Cover...

Paper and font: Good.

Readability, language: Easy.

Why did I choose this book: I used to be a big fan of Baldacci. But haven't read any of his new work in years!

25 years later a letter arrives by mistake only to trigger an avalanche of memories. Rufus Harms recalls the events that led to the murder of a little girl that fateful night. He files an appeal in the Supreme Court and now his life is in danger.

Written by David Baldacci ‘The Simple Truth’ is a gripping novel. After graduation with BA honors in political science he attended law school and worked as a trial lawyer and even as a corporate lawyer. He has also written Absolute Power and Total Control.

The book is about the experiments the US army did using the soldiers as guinea pigs without them knowing. About how people used the experiments as a cover to take revenge on the people they had a grudge on. It is also about the racial prejudice that exists is America and even in the Army!

The people involved will do anything to keep their 25 year old secret. Now most of them are in pretty high places and so can pull a lot of strings and stunts. Two people have already lost their lives and 3 more are in grave danger.

The book is an eye-opener to the workings of the Supreme Court, and the politics involved.

The book is an interesting read but only if your going read it once.


About the Author:
David Baldacci published his first novel, Absolute Power, in 1996. Since then David has published 28 novels. He has also published four novels for children. While David is involved with several philanthropic organizations, his greatest efforts are dedicated to his family’s Wish You Well Foundation® established by David and his wife, Michelle. David and his family live in Virginia. Find out more at his website davidbaldacci.com.

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Wednesday 25 March 2015

Hamida of Yadgir



***Note: When I wrote this story all those years back in 2000 I promised myself I would visit Yadgir one day. Well the day is yet to come but often I am reminded of Hamida who told me an enchanting story of a quaint little town I glimpsed from the train. Yadgir has stayed with me over the years, silently calling and reminding, like it's name suggests.***

Out of the mist suddenly emerges a fort atop a hill. The morning sunlight hits the hill and scatters around it an orange aura. The whole setting is so romantic and scenic, like just out of a storybook. This is the first sight I got of a town called Yadgir.

I had to leave for Pune suddenly due to unforeseen circumstances and so for the first time in my life traveled in the unreserved compartment. It was an experience of a lifetime, its so different here, the people are ready to share even the little place they have to sit, and in doing this there is no hesitation. As it is friendship happens so easily on a train but in here it is even more easier. Here I met a girl or should I say lady whose name was simply Hamida, she is a lecturer of philosophy in Bangalore. She was very sweet in talking (literally), and extremely helpful. She went calling after another lady who got down on the wrong station and had realized coz she had overheard her telling someone her destination. All this I had watched but I still had not actually spoken to her.

It was an hour and a half before she had to get down that we got talking when she offered me her window seat. Out of politeness I asked her where she was gonna get down and she replied 'Yadgir'. Yadgir, what kind of name is that?, now that was my first thought, so I asked her how her town got its name. The history is really interesting.

About 300 years ago the king Adil Shah conquered Yadgir, which was then part of Gulbarga and was called Hassanabad. He built a fort on the hill, which dominates the city and a palace Firdaus Mahal for his queen Firdaus Jahan. One day Adil Shah's teenage son fell of the hill while flying a kite and in those last moments as he clung on for his life he called out to his friends 'Yesbir' (which means hold my hand in urdu), but he could not be saved and his father named the place after his son's dying words. Years later the Yadavas of Bijapur took over and as the hill looked like the hump of a bull and also that couldn't pronounce the present name, they named it 'Yetugiri', these names later changed to Yadgir.

From the train the sight of the fort on the hill in the early morning mist reminds u of the place u dreamt your prince charming would come from. Through the town runs the Bhima River. In the fort is found the palace, a dome can be seen from far called the 'Tope ghar' which houses the canon. There are rooms where the artillery was stored and u can still find the smell of gunpowder there. There is also the 'Ghadial khana' (or clock house) which had a bell which would be rung at each hour to tell the time. There are 3 ponds, which are special. The 'Baheno ka talab' (or pond of 2 sisters) has a partition wall in the middle and it is said that how much ever water u take out there is always water over the partition wall, joining the 2 parts. The 'Souten ka talab's'(pond of 2 wives) specialty is that how much ever water u add the water never flows over the partition wall, the pond is forever divided and the 'Peta nagri talab's' depth has never been measured, it has no bottom.

At about a 30 min. drive from here is the town Naikal. Here the fort's walls look like stacked upside down pots. Folklore has it that a potter turned down his sister's request for a pot and she cursed him that his pots would not sell, and so his stacked pots turned to stone and became the walls of the fort.

The scenic beauty and tranquility of this place is something to be absorbed. 'Yadgir' sounds like the word 'Yadgiri' which in Urdu means 'something to remember with' and this town has given me something to remember. As the train pull out of the station I bade Hamida goodbye with a promise to her and myself to come back someday.

Tuesday 24 March 2015

An Assortment of Toast Toppings



Toast doesn't have to be boring or simple. It can be made with various toppings that will add to the dish and leave it no longer being the simple toast but rather an extravagant affair. Or at least not boring. ;)

We are so used to eating toasts for breakfast. It’s the easiest and fastest to make but with small little add-ins it can be made into something special and real yummy.

Here are some toppings that go very well with toasts.

- Grate cheese, carrot. Mix the cheese, carrot and a little chopped coriander with mayonnaise. Spread on the toast while still hot and serve.

- On a hot toast spread creamed cheese and chopped boiled ham or bacon, with a touch of chutney. You could also use roasted meat.

- Top toast with chopped hard boiled eggs, crisp chopped bacon or roasted meat and a little mayonnaise to bind.

- Add chopped hard boiled eggs, a pinch of chilli powder and a little chutney to the toast.

- Peel and core apples. Fry thick rings of apples in ghee. When apples are soft, add the slices of cheese and leave until the cheese begins to melt. Place this on the toast.

- Slice tomatoes and fry in butter or margarine. Season, along with a pinch of sugar. Garnish with chopped coriander and serve on top of toast.

- Top the toast with boiled rajma mixed in tomato sauce. Add rings of onion and chopped coriander on top.

- Spread grated cheese on toast and sprinkle a little of finely chopped chilies. Put the toast in the grill and heat till the cheese just melts. Serve hot.

- Spread butter on the bread. Put a slice of ham or meat on it. Top with cheese slice and a ring of tomato. Place in grill and toast till cheese just melts.

What do you do with your toast? Do you put just butter or a other stuff too?

Monday 23 March 2015

The Indian Muslim Taunts



***Note: Most of my life I have faced taunts for being a muslim. Some muslims are lucky they never get to hear these dialogues and comments, but most do. That said I have more non-muslim friends than muslim ones. And I think of myself as an Indian before Muslim. Human before Indian. Over time I have learned to ignore the taunts. But this piece was written in 2000 when I was in college and when the taunting was at it's ugliest.***

"They are all bloody Pakistan-living SOB's" was how someone I knew described Muslims. Why should we Muslims be treated this way? What have we done wrong? Where have we gone wrong? And tell me why should we love Pakistan when there are other Muslim countries that are much better off? We aren't the only minority; there are also the Christians. Why aren't they called America-loving people or something like that?

Most of the Muslims I know are anti-Pakistan, which is completely understandable, for first of all Pakistan is not the best Muslim country in each and every way, a much better choice would be Kuwait. Second all that Pakistan is doing is disgusting (I am sure even the Pakistanis are disgusted) and thirdly even though it is a Muslim country, it does not treat Muslims well. The few who are for Pakistan are so because they are pretty uneducated, they do not know the way Pakistan treats Muslims and to add to this the way they are treated by some people in India gives them the illusion of finding peace and acceptance in Pakistan.

Did u know that the people who decided to move to Pakistan at the time of partition are treated like outsiders there? They are called "Mujahids", they belong in Pakistan but still are not complete Pakistanis. They have lived there for 50 years but still cannot call it their home. And the Muslims in India have lived here for years and consider it their one and only home.

A lot of soldiers in the Indian army are Muslims and they never think twice, never put religion before nationality when they lay down their lives for India. In the recent Kargil war there were so many Indian soldiers who lost their lives, no one told them that hey you shouldn't give your life for this country. Why is it right to be Indian when there is trouble and a for-Pakistan otherwise?

So many of our film industry people are Muslims, why don't we have a prejudice when we like them? Why do the Khans have such a great fan following? Why do we hum all the songs of Muhammed Rafi and the like, they're Muslims afterall? And let's not forget some of the best lyricists are Muslims? And gazals, which are a favorite of so many people, has its origins somewhere in Islam.

Some of the best instrumentalists are Muslims, and Zakir Hussain and the others are proud to be Indians.

There are so many great Muslims who are Indians and all of them put their country before their religion, and talking about people who have contributed towards the progress of India how can we forget Abdul Kalam who was the person behind India becoming a nuclear power. So it's plain dumb and stupid to say that Indian Muslims are more for Pakistan then India. And hey next time any of u want to say Muslims are not a part of India remember, Muslims also have had a major roll to play in making India what it is today.

Saturday 21 March 2015

Her name is Asma Kauser but she’s called Reshma



***Note: It was in 2001 I think when my GrandDad got suddenly ill and Mom and I rushed to Pune in the unreserved compartment of an Indian Railways train. I have always said the best people travel in this section and some of the most moving stories come from here. Well, it's always been so for me. I've met some of the most interesting and amazing people in the unreserved section. Here's one such encounter that I wrote about after I returned from that journey.***

Her name is Asma Kauser but she’s called Reshma. Barely 20, she’s a wife and a mother. If u were to look at her and guess her age, you wouldn’t quote a number above 18. But she has a son who’s about 2 years old.

I met Asma on the train as I was coming back to Bangalore from Pune. When she came up to speak to me, coz maybe she felt I was her kinda age, even I thought that it would be a nice trip with someone of my age there also.

As the trip progressed I got to know her better. The fact that someone so bubbly, so talkative, so childish and so restless could actually be a mother was stunning; she didn’t look like a mother from any angle. At nite sleep just didn’t seem to come so we sat at the door and talked. Some of the things she told me were really touching, some hilarious and some filled me with anger.

She told me about how after finishing school her parents got her married and almost immediately shifted to Pune. She was all alone here now. I asked her age but she wasn’t sure about her or anyone else’s age. To her age was “around somuch”, she didn’t know her hubby’s or son’s age. She told me about how her husband was a butcher and how both of them sold meat. About the beatings she had suffered and didn’t know how to stop, at times she even got suicidal. Her husband’s possessiveness about her son, he would leave him for even a minute. Her problems seemed so big for so small a girl, yeah girl for afterall that was all she was.

We got talking about stars and she had so many questions about them. What was a shooting star? Why can’t we see the stars in the day? Where did the sky end? I tried my best to answer some of her questions in broken Hindi but soon realized that she had such fixed ideas that there was no way to change her thinking. Told her about how stars fall and hide themselves in the day. She didn’t seem to know that we had already landed on the moon and wanted to know how that was done. Told her that you got to travel in a ‘rocket’, didn’t know the Hindi equivalent of rocket, but the first question she had to that was, that by rocket did I mean the rockets we light in diwali?

We then moved on to life after death and how much ever I tried to tell her that no one has ever returned to tell us if there is really a heaven and hell she was fixed to the idea that there is a hell and there is a heaven. She said that after dying we went up to God and according to our deeds we got heaven or hell. In hell according to her we were alternately put in the fire and a collection of insects and bugs. When I asked her what she meant by insects she only seemed to know about scorpions. Nothing could change her fixed notions, no amount of logic and scientific reasoning.

She seemed so smart, she remembered almost all movies and songs. Learnt fast, had seen so much of life at such a small age. Had wanted to study but she hadn’t been allowed. What made me feel so close to her and sympathize with her was the fact that what she was today could have easily been me. I felt so lucky to be where I was today.

Friday 20 March 2015

The Cycle of Life Workshop on Composting and Container Gardening



If you are into Organic Terrace Gardening and live in Bangalore, one of the names you’d hear very often is Vani Murthy. Vani is a treasure trove of information about composting and gardening.

Vani started out with composting and garbage segregation a few years ago. It was the compost she made that led her to gardening. She is a compost queen, there is very little Vani doesn’t know or hasn’t tried in the arena of composting.

I’ve been meaning to go for a workshop with her leading for a over a year now but something always comes up. This time when I got an email from the WCFM team, I scrambled to get things in place so I could attend. I didn’t want to miss out again.

Of course I didn’t know that my khambha was turning one in the same week or that I had been composting for over a year. Quite a coincidence wouldn’t you say?

The workshop had sounded great, a session with Vai on composting and a session with Hariram on terrace gardening. That's two fish on one hook!

I got Devisri of Urban Dawg to sign up too and we arrived at the workshop destination in time to grab the front seats. In such things I’m a front bencher. :D



The workshop started with an introduction to garbage and it’s problem. Uma, Claire, Vani and Shyamala walked us through the different types of garbage and how they can be managed and segregated. The stats are mind boggling when you realise how much waste we generate. And how much we can do by simply separating and sending the right junk to the right place.



Now that we understood types of garbage, Vani took over on her speciality - wet waste. She started out with explaining what wet waste was and then delved into the aerobic method of composting. It’s process and do’s and don’ts.



Vani then talked about the aerobic method, also called the bookish system and how it worked. This is a great method for indoor composting. This method also works better for meat and leftover food. And the leachate generated is an awesome payoff not only for plants but also drains!



Then she got to what I have been wanting to know about for a while now. Earthworms!



These little benign creatures can make for the fastest and best vermicompost. But they are also really delicate and fussy creatures. They need a lot of love and care!



That completed Vani’s session and we headed down to for Hariram’s session which was to be both theory and practical. Harris started out with telling us about his background in gardening.

He talked about how his grandma grew vegetables and how he outgrew the fascination of it as a child. But when his child commented one day that vegetables came from the fridge, he knew it was time to go back to the garden.

He started out small with 3-4 pots and today has over 140 pots. Over the last couple of years he has grown and documented a variety of herbs and vegetables - from sweet potato to corn.



After telling us about the types of soil, climate, sun, etc. Harris took a break for lunch. It was a simple wholesome lunch of bisibelabath and curd rice. This was followed up with the practical sessions.

The first thing we got our hands dirty with was mixing and preparing soil.



The bunch of us were split into groups and each group did one activity. Group two got on their knees to filled pots and grow bags with the prepared soil.



We then learned about planting seeds in seedling trays. How many seeds for what type of vegetable/herb and what depth.



After that it was time to transplant saplings. All the know how about removing and placing a little plant into a new pot.



All the practicals complete, we headed back to the presentation to learn about crop rotation, pests and friendly insects. How to discourage pests with organic methods and tips on encouraging the good insects.



And that completed our session. We’d exceeded the time limit and would have gone on I think, if we’d had a chance and choice.

I learned a lot in one day. The program was packed with knowledge and information. And the chance to pick the brains of experts like Vani and Hariram was an opportunity I’m glad I got. :D

I’m so looking forward to getting my own Bokashi system set-up, making my composting more robust and getting my kitchen garden started off. Hopefully if all goes well, you’ll see me soon asking for help to eat all the veggies I grow. :P

If you are into composting and/or gardening and would like to attend one of these workshops, please write in to cleangreenworkshops@gmail.com.

Thursday 19 March 2015

Book Review: One by Richard Bach



 
Title: One
Author: Richard Bach
Paperback: 400 pages
Publisher: Dell (October 2nd 1989)
Genre: Philosophy
Read: Paperback
Stars: ****/5
Buy On: Amazon | FlipKart

 

Summary: (Goodreads)

Under the spell of quantum physics, Bach and his wife Leslie are catapulted into an alternate world, one in which they exist simultaneously in many different incarnations. First they encounter themselves as they were 16 years ago on the day they first met. In this version of their lives, they do not marry, and never achieve the happiness Bach assures us that their real union has produced. Bach once again displays an inventive imagination and inspirational zeal that will have readers examining their own lives.

My Review:


Note: This review was first written way back in 2000, for a website OyeIndia.com that existed way back then. :D

Cover: I loved the cover. THe blue and the simpleness gets me every time.

Paper and font: Smell-worthy!

Readability, language: Easy on the eyes, Deep on the mind.

Why did I choose this book: After 'A Bridge Across Forever', this one just had to be read.

I gave my life to become the person I am right now.
Was it worth it?

‘One’ deals with the choices we make in life and where they take us. The choice we make today, the turn we take, the idea we implement or even the stranger we smile at will affect our lives years from now.

Written by Richard Bach, One is a journey of self-exploration. Some of Bach’s outstanding works include Jonathan Livingstone Seagull and A Bridge Across Forever. Bach’s writing is usually about himself and his experiences.

One is not an adventure story, thriller or suspense novel. It is a journey Bach and his wife Leslie make into their life, the past and the future. They go back to meet Atila and forward to meet a robot that’s trying to protect the earth. It is a trip down life’s twists and turns to see what would have happened if you had taken a different turn.

There will be a lot of times you will stop to contemplate and think for a lot of reasons. You may find a situation parallel with one in your life or maybe pleasantly surprised that someone can think so much like you. Essentially it is a journey into your self.

It is a thought provoking book and so obviously for the thinkers. It is not a book for light reading, read it only if you have the time, I suggest you take this one to bed.


About the Author:
A former USAF fighter pilot, Air Force captain and latter-day barnstorming pilot, Richard Bach is an avid aviator-author-philosopher. He enjoys the joys and freedom of flying and writing about it along with delving into deep philosophy and thought experiments. You can find out more about him at www.richardbach.com.


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Wednesday 18 March 2015

A Year of Composting



Time flies quickly, maybe very quickly. I got reminded of this yesterday when I received an email from the DailyDump.org team. I know a year has gone past, it is now 2015 but I hadn’t noticed the time going by.

I've completed a year of using the Khambha they said. That’s one year of not throwing any wet waste out of my house. That’s nearly a 100kg of waste kept away from a landfill according to the DailyDump guys. And that’s something to celebrate!



Che and I don’t cook so much and yet we generate a fair bit of waste. I used to feel really guilty about this but after the Khambha came and I started composting I don’t feel so  guilty anymore. At least not about wet waste and kitchen waste.

All my kitchen waste like vegetable peels, vegetable discards, egg shells, bones, and even left over food goes into the composter and comes out as black gold.



I must have made about 5 or so batches of compost until now and have used the compost too. The plants seem to love it and thrive on it. The whole cycle makes me smile and feel so satisfied.

I’m giving back to nature in a way, becoming a part of a natural cycle and in the whole process I’m contributing less to landfills and my dustbin doesn’t smell anymore. I don’t care if the garbage collection guy doesn’t come daily for with only dry waste, there’s no smell or insects to worry about.

The process of composting itself isn’t very intensive. It’s simple to do, takes 5 - 10 minutes daily and maybe an hour or so once in a few months when the compost is ready. And even though all the veggie stuff you put in is decomposing, the compost while it’s getting done does not smell bad.

I love the smell of my compost, it’s an earthy rich smell that fills me with joy every time I stick my nose in there. I started out with composting as gift to myself last year and what a gift it has been. :)

Do you compost? Where did you get your composter? What’s your experience with composting?

Monday 16 March 2015

Let It Go...



‘Let It Go’ are words I have heard often, been told often. But letting go is one of the most difficult things for me to do. I tend to hold on to stuff, not physical stuff but rather emotional stuff, I mull and mull till I get to mopping. And at the end of it all, I’m mind-fucked.

Let me give you an example. This morning like most other mornings I found some stuff in the garden that didn’t belong there. Unlike other mornings though, today my neighbour was sitting out too. So, what do I do?

I call out to her holding out my hand filled with used elastic ripped off some clothes and ask her if it was hers. She promptly replies saying ‘no, not mine’. When I confront her saying it isn’t mine either, I get told that her two year old must have accidentally thrown it.

When told that he accidentally throws a lot of stuff everyday into my compound, I got told that I must adjust because she cannot teach her son not to do it. I tried explaining the risk of these things to my dogs but the only reply I got was that her kids were more important than my dogs, so I must adjust.

You can imagine how I was fuming. Gawd, thinking of it I’m still fuming. Che awoke up to all this and came and pulled me away saying it was a pointless exercise saying anything to her. In all my fuming, I knew what he was saying was true, yet I couldn’t unclench my fists.

I set off on my walks with the dogs and it took me 4 out of 5 rounds to get it out of my system. I knew talking to her was pointless but I was emotionally overwhelmed, and super pissed. It was only halfway through round four that the amusement showed up, and I started to laugh at her silliness and my own.

I’d wasted 4 precious walks over my neighbour and her silly son. You see now, what I meant about letting go. I find it difficult to do and this one was one of the better cases, one that resolved faster.

I need to learn to get over things fast, let go more easily and not hold on for long. Not doing this just tires me out so much more and faster. It leaves me feeling like a wet rumpled rag. I rationally understand all of this and yet find it difficult to implement it when required.

I’m been trying for a while now and yes, I’ve gotten better but it’s not good enough. I need to get better at this. How do you learn to let go quicker? Disassociate faster? Step away sooner? And not kill yourself and your day over trivial stuff?

Understanding this and getting to doing it will make me a better person. That’s the person I want to be, the one whose feathers aren’t ruffled easily. I want to be a stronger person, more self-involved than involved in all this other stuff.

I’m working at it and will keep pushing to get there. But if you know what I can do. Have advice. Tips. Self learned lessons. Please do share with me in comments. :)

Photo Credit: Cory Jensen

Sunday 15 March 2015

The Week That Was: Week 11



I’ve just gotten back from a composting and gardening workshop, and though I’m tired I feel all charged up. It was a fun-filled awesome day with loads of learning.

I’ll tell you more about in detail in a couple of days but for now here’s the bunch of us posing along with some transplanting we did.



Che has planned a surprise trip and he hasn’t told me where we are going. All I know is the dates and the packing list. I’m intrigued and really curious but I like surprises and hence I’m avoiding finding out about it. :D

But with the trip coming up (we head off on 20th for 9 days) there’s a lot that got done this week and there’s a lot still to get done next week.

I got a lot of work done this week in advance since I’m travelling but I’m not going to bore you with that. Here’s some other fun stuff I did. :)




We had Gubbi come over for a play date and Elu and her were at it, for hours!



It’s been quite a while since I had Maggi. I just had to satisfy the craving but we gave it a twist with egg and peas. Like a friend said, it’s Maggburji!

Cuckoo, Elu, Senti and Buddha had coconut oil massages followed by baths.All on one day! And like that wasn’t enough I went over to help a friend give her dog a bath too! But Princess is pretty cool with drying herself. Here’s a glimpse.






After Princess's bath, Buddha got a summer haircut! He wasn’t so happy during the haircut but he seems to be enjoying it now.




Remember the trip I mentioned. Here’s the shopping for it. Psst… I bought some stuff not for the trip too. After all, hubby was footing the bill. :P

The Fan!!! #decathlon #fans #Bangalore #InstaCool

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And have you ever looked up in Decathlon. They’ve got these awesome fans!



Saturday night drinking after a long time! This was sure fun, as the the wavy return back home and the mild hangover the next morning. :P

And last but in no way the least is Cuckoo, who does this classic thing when she’s wiping her paws after a poo. It’s taken me a while to capture it. (She’s scent marking I know but come-on her method is hilarious.)




With that we end… I'll see ya in two weeks with a combined update after we get back from our surprise trip.

Do good and be safe. :)

Saturday 14 March 2015

Saturday Tirade: My Voice



I’ve been told I have a voice that is all my own, but I don’t seem to hear it when I write. I’ve been searching for my voice for a long time now.

I hear other people talk and long for their clarity of thought, I read writings, follow blogs and wish I had what they have. Somehow my writing doesn’t seem good enough. I keep feeling like I’m falling short.

And the hunt goes on. I’m constantly trying to find my voice. My niche. The essence of my blog. The truth of my writing. And it evades me, like a game of hide and seek, only I can’t seem to seek what’s hiding.

I started writing a long time back. In school I wrote a diary and kept it hidden. I have wacky dreams so in high school I started a new journal to track them. In college I wrote for a website. In the corporate world I dabbled with company newsletters.

Then I started this blog. Yep, I’ve been blogging for 10 years. I’ve also done some travel writing, some creative writing, some script writing, documentation and some other forms of writing I don’t even remember. And yet, I don’t always feel like a writer.

The other day as I was clicking around my hard disk I remembered my writing archives. I thought I used to write well, but reading what I wrote in the early 2000’s now, makes me want to laugh. Could I have been so simple, so naive, so green with words.

Looking back my writing seems to have come a long way. Yet I know there is a long way to go too. There is so much I must learn. Yes, there are a lot of ways to do this, and the list maybe endless. Just keep writing you say. Take a course. Read more. Follow other writers... and so on.

But I think aside from all this, I also need to start from the beginning. Or at least from the beginnings I have documented. I need to go back and revisit my old words. Read them, understand them, not change them and move forward.

It is with this in mind that I’m thinking of spending the next couple of weeks revisiting and posting my old words. I’m going to be sharing what I had written 10 to 15 years ago with my thoughts on them from now.

Do stop by and share your thoughts too. Do let me know how you think I could find my voice and make my writing better. And don’t miss out on having a good laugh at the writings of a young starry-eyed gullible girl. :)

Friday 13 March 2015

God Speed Sir Terry


‘DON’T THINK OF IT AS DYING,’ said Death. ‘JUST THINK OF IT AS LEAVING EARLY TO AVOID THE RUSH.’ – Good Omens

This morning when I work up I was greeted by the news of the death of Terry Pratchett. I’m still in shock, and filled with sadness at the loss.

I first came across Terry Pratchett in 2002 when a friend lent me a book of his saying I must read it. I’ll never forget the book or the friend, for it set me a off on a tangent.



The book was 'The Last Continent’, a part of the Disc World series and Pratchett’s take on Australia. It opened a new world for me, a world of humour, satire and hidden meanings.

Pratchett wrote with a depth that would be read at surface level or the reader could choose to deep dive and look into the dark abyss. He wrote stories that would make you sit up and listen, make you scratch your head and think.

I remember reading somewhere that he didn’t believe in chapters, he believed that stories have a beginning and and end. So, most of his books don’t have chapters, you just go through and through the book and then it ends.



Pratchett’s life and even his death doesn’t seem very different. He was diagnosed with a rare form of Azheimers in 2007. This didn’t stop him, it only made him fight more and write more.

It all ended on 12 March at the age of 66 due to complications from his Alzheimer’s and a severe chest infection. He passed away in his home with his cat sleeping on his bed and his family surrounding him.

Even in death he seems so him. Here are his last few tweets -







Good bye Sir Terry, you will be sorely missed.
‘Do you not know that a man is not dead while his name is still spoken?’ – Going Postal

With over 70 books, his name will be spoken for a long time to come. I've read a lot of his books, a lot of the Disc World series and yet I have so much more of Pratchett to read.

To assuage my sadness, I’m dedicating this year to Pratchett, I’m going to read all his works again. Wish me luck, Sir Terry. :)

Photo Credits: Photo 1, Photo 2

Thursday 12 March 2015

Book Review: The Edge of Reason by Helen Fielding


Title: The Edge of Reason
Author: Helen Fielding
Paperback: 422 pages
Publisher: Picador, Macmillan Publishers Ltd (November 18th 1999)
Genre: Chick Lit
Read: Paperback
Stars: ****/5
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Summary: (Goodreads)

The Wilderness Years are over! But not for long. At the end of Bridget Jones's Diary, Bridget hiccuped off into the sunset with man-of-her-dreams Mark Darcy. Now, in The Edge of Reason, she discovers what it is like when you have the man of your dreams actually in your flat and he hasn't done the washing-up, not just the whole of this week, but ever.

Lurching through a morass of self-help-book theories and mad advice from Jude and Shazzer, struggling with a boyfriend-stealing ex-friend with thighs like a baby giraffe, an 8ft hole in the living-room wall, a mother obsessed with boiled-egg peelers, and a builder obsessed with large reservoir fish, Bridget embarks on a spiritual epiphany, which takes her from the cappuccino queues of Notting Hill to the palm- and magic-mushroom-kissed shores of ...

Bridget is back. V.g.

My Review:


Note: This review was first written way back in 2000, for a website OyeIndia.com that existed way back then. :D

Cover: In keeping with the theme of the first book...

Paper and font: Good.

Readability, language: Easy and fun...

Why did I choose this book: I'd read the first, there was no way I was missing the second.

This is surely a brilliant piece of work. Helen Fielding's ‘The Edge of Reason’ is a sequel to her earlier Bridget Jones Diary. It may not be better then the first but you will find the same style and flow here.

The book is based on a fictional character Bridget Jones, a modern woman in the modern world. She has her set of problems, men, jobs, friends, parents, etc. and has one hell of a screwed up time solving them. All women are sure to see a parallel here. She’s someone you can relate to, she feels so real.

The book is in the form of a diary and is as if she is speaking and being herself. So different from the usual detached form of writing a diary. There are parts where you will be rolling with laughter and times when you’ll be set thinking. At points you will be like ‘Oh My god! How stupid can someone get?’

I find the book beautiful. One anyone can read, simple language and so much fun. The style is so different from the usual. Her life feels like its mine and it’s nice to know that I’m not the only one with those problems. The views of Bridget and her friends on almost everything are exactly what I feel but can’t put across so well. The definitions and terminology used are just too perfect and great to use.

This is a book that is “not putdownable”. It’s a must read for all and a must must read for all women.

About the Author:
Helen Fielding was born in Yorkshire and is the author of four novels. She worked for many years in London as a newspaper and TV journalist. She now works full-time as a novelist and screenwriter and lives in London and Los Angeles.

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