Sunday 31 October 2010

Untitled


I've always loved this one. Heard a version by Mukhtiyar Ali today  - absolutely beautiful.

Hor ki mangnaa main rabb kolon,
Nitt khair mangaa tere dam di.
Nitt khair mangaa soneya ve tere,
Du'a na koi hor mangdi.

What else would I ask of God? I asked for the well-being of your life-breath.
I asked for your well-being, my  love; and not for any other blessing.



Saturday 30 October 2010

I Dream of the Orient

To all of you reading this:

If you truly feel something - whether it's for someone, or for something, for a cause or for anything else - say it. If you're worried about the consequences, don't be. Please, don't be. If you're worried about how it'll work, whether you're in the right frame of mind or stage of life or even financial state for it, don't be. Please, don't be.

Otherwise, one day, all you'll have left is a dream and some emptiness.

Du'a:

That the risk assessment was good and that the returns on the investment never end...

Friday 29 October 2010

Ain't Nobody Like A Desi Guy...

Title stolen from a wonderful song - Desi Girl - from the film Dostana.



But, ok, back to the post. My friends tell me I'm turning into a Desi guy. Apparently, it's because of my love of whiskey. Come on! If you knew my last name, you'd know I'm Supposed to be a whiskey drinker. It's in our blood! Housemate agrees on that point. Good. Anyway, here's to Desi girls making Desi guys proud (I know at least one who would be...).

Now, back to drinking water. It's detox time. No alcohol, other 'bad' things, and intoxicants for the next few weeks.

Saturday 23 October 2010

Paroles

Sitting at my desk, head down, thinking hurting thinking promising thinking thinking and thinking, listening to Nostalgie and Hugues Aufray says,

"Ne pleure pas, non, ne pleure pas
Nous resterons toujours près de toi"


Counting My Blessings - #1

I learned a lot yesterday.

An insincere and evil friend is more to be feared than a wild beast; a wild beast may wound your body, but an evil friend will wound your mind.
Buddha

It's the friends you can call up at 4 a.m. that matter.
Marlene Dietrich

Friends are God's way of apologizing to us for our families.
Unknown

Friday 22 October 2010

Paris in New York

One of my new favourite passe-temps is drinking a glass of wine, listening to an old school French radio (Nostalgie) that I discovered during a road trip around Europe in 2006 (falling in love with chanteuses like Edith Piaff and Charles Aznavour all over again), and writing.

A nerdy/odd way for a 23-year old to spend Friday evenings. But, hey, if it lets me get my work done, then I'm not complaining.

Tonight's wine was given to us by a friend. Some red that's a bit sour and is already giving me a headache. And I've had less than 1/4 of the glass. Oh cheap wine that sucks - why do people buy you?

Thought du Jour

I have a scar on my forehead, but I'm not Harry Potter.

Afsos.


Monday 18 October 2010

Dream Texting

Two nights ago was the first time I had a dream about you, and man-o-man what a dream that was! I woke up, at around 7am, freaking out because I had a dream (perhaps a nightmare?) in which I texted you, and then you texted me back with this super weird message.

Because I'm a warrior, and you're a player.

Ya. Weird. I have no idea what I said in my text though. Anyway, so I wake up, frantic that I've put my foot in my mouth (again?) and hunt for my phone. It's where it usually is, on the ledge of my bed, and I grab it, frantically punch in the passcode and hit the little SMS blurb on the top-left corner. I scroll down to your name (a good sign, because iPhones order names by 'most recent'), and read our SMS conversation history without putting on my glasses.

Massive sigh of relief when I realize that it was just a dream. So odd. So So Odd. 

Sunday 17 October 2010

New York, New York

I didn't take many, if any, pictures of this beautiful city last year. This year, I've made it a priority. Picasso comes with me whenever he can, and I shoot away. Seeing the city through Picasso's lens makes it come alive in a way that the hustle and bustle doesn't. I don't know what it is. Maybe it's the fact that Picasso lets me, and us, capture a single moment and examine it thoroughly. In a place where a single moment passes by faster than in other places, it's nice to be able to stop it temporarily.

Here are some of my favourites from the past few months. Enjoy.






It's Time I Professed My Love

I can't live without you.

I'd die if you suddenly disappeared.

Your warmth fills me with joy, as does your sweetness.

Oh Chai, never leave me. Pretty please?


Thanks to Ms. V, I've found a spot close to home that makes asal Chai. The real stuff. The one they make on the streets of the Motherland, and that I consumed in glass cups multiple times a day, while there over the Summer. Little Gujrat Deli - you make my life better.

Yes, I'm a F.O.B. But not one of those fresh off the boat. I, my dears, am fresh on the boat.

Saturday 16 October 2010

La Nuit de Legumes

Everything just sounds better in French, non?

Anyway, another post about food is in order. But before I start, a quick note about a friend's wonderful food blog that you can find here.

Right. So today's post is about food, food and more food. That's right. I made three dishes tonight, albeit simple ones. With massive amounts of reading and work to do this semester (more than I had last year), I've been finding new ways to procrastinate. Housekeeping - like cleaning the bathroom - isn't as interesting as it was last year, although I did spend a couple hours yesterday cleaning things (the bathtub, disinfecting the kitchen, organizing things that didn't need to be organized). This year, because of my limited budget and my new-found-pickyness when it comes to what quality of foodstuff I'm putting in my mouth (I've become opposed to the eating out multiple times a week routine. I want to know that the ingredients I'm consuming are of good quality), I've been eating at home a lot. I even come home from school for lunch!

Having eaten a wonderful bagel + Tofutti for lunch today, I wanted to eat dinner at home. I wasn't in the mood for pasta, or rice and couldn't figure out what to make. I looked in the fridge, kept on looking...and then it hit me. I'm a vegetarian! I should eat vegetables!


I've been reading a book by Alice Waters that talks about bringing out the natural tastes of vegetables, so, I thought, why not try? Out came the tomatoes, cauliflower, broccoli, carrots and yukon gold potatoes from the fridge. But what to do with them? Not a soup. I didn't want to put them all into one pan and sautee them. And then I realized that, to bring out their natural flavours, I would have to divide them into families and cook them separately.

The carrots. This one seemed easy at first. I cut them into thin rounds, put some olive oil in the pan, fried some garlic and tossed the carrots in. Added some salt and pepper and started to sautee them. But something was missing. And then I had a brainwave. Balsamic vinegar. That went in, and the carrots started getting a deep orange colour. But there was still something missing when I tasted them. And then I remembered - sugar! So I added some cane sugar and glazed the carrots. Ahh...I devoured them as soon as they came out of the pan and while I was finishing up my other veggies...

Now for the cauliflower and broccoli. Instead of doing something special with them, I just sauteed them in olive oil with some salt and pepper. To give them some more taste, I made a quick tomato salsa - roma tomatoes, salt, pepper, garlic, olive oil, oregano and a touch of a beautiful white Bordeaux that I bought a couple days ago - and cooked it for a little bit.

My favourites were the potatoes though. I have a weakness for anything fried/sauteed and potato-y. Par-boiled them first, cut them up and put them in ice water for a bit to cool them down/get rid of some excess starch. Put them in a pan with some olive oil and coated with zaatar (yummy!!), salt and pepper. Then I ate them with the most amazing hummus ever (I love you Sabra - even if you are owned by colonizers).

All in all. One of the best meals I've had in a while. There's nothing like fresh food. There's nothing like simple food. And, for us veggies who became veggies because we don't like the taste of meat/chicken etcetera...there's nothing like an unadulterated, fresh vegetable.

Sunday 3 October 2010

Thinking of You, On the Rocks

I now have a signature drink. Chivas (or Jack, if Chivas is unavailable) on the rocks. You(#2) were right about the Chivas. You(#1) were right about the whisky.

It's best on the rocks. I'm glad You and You agree.

Ok. Enough sentimentality. Back to work.