planning, blending and cooking

I came unusually before time form office today, it’s not just because today Americans were celebrating “Thanksgiving” but apparently because had reached office unusually before time to attend this Training. Well the plan was to have nice sleep so as to be able to make most of the Saturday morning which I usually consume into sleeping. However as it happens to every man; most plans of all plans remain plans alone, I am not feeling sleepy having tried to summon it for some time I left bed to switch on the TV, scanned from 000 to last available. Then decided switching on to my favorite engagement the “Internet”, but even there had to face boredom. There are two books on my shelve “The Zoya Factor” and “One Wore Blue”, both my feminine authors haven’t yet interested me beyond the first three pages.

“Where to from here?” was the question itching in my mind while I drank a glass of plane clear water. Looking at the kitchen slab I started think what experiment should we be preparing for tomorrow. Experimenting in kitchen is a fun I am always excited about. With the very thinking came to my mind a “plan” (an idea would be a better word). A plan to create a new blog, where in I would post all the ‘world famous in my kitchen’ recipes that had rolled out of our Kitchen over a period of last two years. Daal muttani, Fish kur-mur, Sony payas, Baigani kima, Watermelon jelly, Paalak chicken to name a few.

A very good plan indeed it is but you know how difficult it is to get a name for your new blog. I was planning for a Wordpress blog and started trying with names like ‘bachelorkitchen.wordpress.com‘, ‘bachelorskitchen.wordpress.com’ ‘kitchenbachelor.wordpress.com’, ‘mykitchen.wordpress.com’, ‘akitchen.wordpress.com’, ‘thekitchen.wordpress.com' and many more, all failed(displaying the kitchen names alone) even blogger was no better there are so many of the similar kind. Finally gave up with entire idea of kitchen and bachelors and sat to type all of this. I would still keep looking for some bright suggestions (if anyone could suggest). Right now I am completely out of cooking plans, may be it’s the days work and the resulting exhaustion.

What was tomorrow when I started has already become today. I should give another attempt into trying to sleep least should be able to succeed in fulfilling what I had planed when I began.

the muffin top

He is all set for next couple of minutes, on his reading desk with an old notepad and a good new pen. He is about to start again into writing something which he wanted to write about so badly since last few weeks. The situation had only become more and more worse. It’s now taking a toll on his entire life, he sees it as the biggest obstacle, his greatest enemy, and his career was at stake. Where to go what to do whom to talk to!!!!...were the kinds of questions revolving inside his head.

Like all Siddhartha who are popular among their friends as Sid, the Sid here too was somewhat popular among his bunch, and wanted to work harder to live upto this reputation. Working hard might not be as hard as work itself, Sid worked for a Big MNC out there and recently started bringing home three folds of what he used to during the recession days.

Let’s get back to the point where I left him with his pen and paper. Yes, it has been quite some days since Sid, had this feeling that something was not going right with him. He could see it happening to him; feel its presence slowly growing within. The very thoughts brings in his mind, the days of yonder at school; when he was not like what he has become now; Ah! What a charm he was. Memories of Jeena comes flashing onto the inner screen of his closed eye lids, her voice seems to murmur into his ears a wild hymn, all fresh, sweet and seductive. But keeps fading into broken bits of memory. More like a trailer of some upcoming movie. A small vibration ran down his body as he slowly recovered from Jeena, an earthquake of this magnitude could have brought large scale devastation. He is in no better a situation, devastated with what has come over him.

Then he suddenly remembered his ‘Maa’ no not of the smiling old lady, living in some corner of some cornered village, framed from one of the afternoon TV soups. His Maa was different, healthy, stern and always ready to turn his back red. He also rememberd that non-living devil that leaned behind the corner of the kitchen door, his Maa’s unbreakable weapon of terror. The thought of the cane brought him back to life.

He could not even escape thinking about Kim(married with two kids), his manager. Kim is the one Sid fears the most and loves the most, for she is hot and hardly 36 and makes him work so hard. It was Kim, who declared him the most handsome boy on the floor last year, even invited him to her second son’s first birthday party(privately) of which he was so proud. But it is not going to happen this year, she is not pregnant with a third child, nor has she declared anything about him.

It is difficult to understand and relate why Jeena changed then, Maa did not change, and Kim is changing now. Whatever that be Sid did not understand, but he just made up his mind to believe as if he knew that life would not be same now onwards, not same around this muffin top. The words he wrote with is good new pen before tearing the page off the surface of the old notepad, “How ghastly I look with this pot belly, what if I can not get rid off it?”