What to cook?

My everyday question at my home. What to cook ? And the ready-made answer i get from my hubby is, "As you wish".
This question comes to me thrice everyday. If it goes worse, may be four times a day. And I need to make a research on this topic for 3 or 4 times as the case may be. If my mom had forced me to learn cooking before marraige, I would'nt have found it this much difficult. Anyways..
A day starts with breakfast interrogation. If i have not prepared the idli batter the previous day, interrogation becomes intense. And finally i would end up with upma or bread with jam or bread omlet or any other forms of bread or the easy-to-make noodles.
Then comes the lunch. For which I may cook the usual sambars or the kuzhambus by searching from net. When i mean by searching the net, i mean i would look for the ingredients, preparation and so on. However, most of the times, all of the ingredients specified would not be available with me and i end up with finalizing my product with the available ones. And I hope you can imagine how it turns out. The most funniest part is that, my hubby likes even that. Not to misjudge him, since it sometimes by chance turns to be awesome.
The next interrogation would be for evening snacks. This one, for me, is quite easier than others. Since, we most of the time end up at the near-by restaurants. Occasionally, bhajji or pakoras or just coffee or tea.
Then is the dinner. Well, most of the times we eat chapatis. And the making of the chapati depends on my hubby's "Luck for the Day". If it turns to be soft, he would have had a good day and u can think of the otherway.
Huh. With all my capabilities, I would have done a good(somewhat) work.
To tell you frankly, Cooking is not my job. May be its a shock for some of you guys, atleast for Indians. Since we think its a woman's job. May be. But for me, cooking needs passion. Cooking is same as like other jobs we do. It equals a software engineers job, or a psychiatrist, or may be a social worker. Cooking is a service. I may argue on this till the day i cook a delicious food.
To conclude, Cooking is a service not a work to be done. However, I love cooking. Not for the way it makes me cry when i cut onions. Not for the way it makes me cut my fingers when i cut veggies. Not for the way it makes me sweat. Not for the way the dishes teases me when it becomes hard to swallow. BUT for the way, i can show my love to my family. BUT for the way, i can make them happy when i occasionaly give them a good feast. BUT for the way, i can see the shades of hunger getting washed off from my hubby's face. BUT for the way, i get some unknown happiness when i cook everyday. May be this is what we say as the WOMAN'S WAY.

SuganyaS's comfortable villa in paradise

S.M.I.L.E as you Smile

Smile as you grow with glory,
Smile as you get piqued,
Smile as you set apart from others,
Smile as you endear,

Smile comes to you with success,
Smile comes to you with sense,
Smile comes to you with satifaction,
Smile comes to you with peaceful serenity,

S.M.I.L.E
S.M.I.L.E with a new meaning..

S.M.I.L.E with Self-Importance,
S.M.I.L.E with Maturity,
S.M.I.L.E with Inculcation,
S.M.I.L.E with Love,
S.M.I.L.E with Exaltation,

S.M.I.L.E as you Smile,
S.M.I.L.E makes you live your life,
S.M.I.L.E adds colour to your life,

S.M.I.L.E as you Smile,
S.M.I.L.E with a new meaning, a new beginning..

What can I write about?

Well.. With no other work to do, I was thinking about what to post in my blog...
I thought of posting about the current trends in India.. Well, have no idea on that.. so what else can I write about?

To make you know about me,
I can post about myself,
or May be about my friends, or may be my enemies
or may be about my work,
the books I read,
my approach towards the society,
or about how do I spend my money,
my hobbies, my love or my life,

Still pondering... What can I write about?
To make you chuckle..
I can post my most embarrasing moment,
or can I explain how my hubby interprets to prove that my newly tried recipe is awesome,
or can I discuss on which came first, egg or the hen,

What can I write about ?
Well.. to make you think..
I can post on "What can I write about?"
And Iam Still pondering...

A Lesson Learnt Tough is a Lesson Well Learnt

Every person experiences it. Educated or Uneducated, Rich or poor, senior person or a youth or may be a kid.. Every body does it. What is it that has been done everyday, everytime and everywhere? Well..Iam talking bout the "Learning Process".

Time as he grows old teaches many lessons. Experience teaches us. Each dawn teaches us that there is a new fresh beginning. Each day makes you older, indeed it makes you wiser. More to that, each and every second teaches its meaning.

If you cannot teach me to fly, teach me to sing. If life is not in the way you like it, you can learn to like the way as it is. Learning is everywhere, right from the way we came out of the womb to the way we become past memories. Everything has a meaning and eveyone has to learn it at some point.

There are no mistakes, no coincidences. All events are blessings given to us to learn from. Luck is the word we say so easily to describe someone's success, but we forget to ponder on the point that every person has gone through some learning process which leads to success.

Learning, the word not only means understanding but reacting. We speak because we've learnt. Learn to say no to the good so you can say yes to the best. We learn when to speak and when not to. We learn what to say and what not to. We learn how to say and how we should not.

A lesson learnt tough is a lesson well learnt.. Ofcourse,everyone knows their limits when they handle fire. Fire teaches a lesson which is learnt tough but is well learnt

MY DADDY

Daddy,
I want you to see me,
I want you to talk to me,
I want you to make fun of me,
I want you to hug me,
I want you to spend for me,
I want the days back, the days of joy for me,
Daddy,
U taught me to laugh, made me applaud
U shared me your shoulder, made me feel better
U showed me your love, which no one else can give
U made me see this world, with the attitude of gold
Now the world without you, makes me feel blue

Suganya Sampath

COMMITMENTS, Followed ?? or Forgetten??

With my h1b still in process and with no other important work, i was whiling away my day in browsing the net, sitting in a sofa placed next to the window and viewing the pedestrians in the near-by road.. Since there is a school near to my home, there will be lot of school childrens going here and there during the peak hours.

The school children's enthusiasm makes me remember my school days. No future plans, No worries. I use to live my life for that day. Coming back from school, playing with neighbours, pray to make my play time increase till i sleep , studies after 6 in the evening till 8, watching tv - Doordharshan News ( hate to watch this at that time.. almost most of the childrens do), and sleep after dinner, wake up call by 7 with the usual scoldings from my grandma and going to school holding grandma's fingers. The life was so good.

As we grow up, we have so many plans. Apart from our academic plans and getting settled in our life, we have other plans too. Personal Commitments...By personal commitments, i am not bringing here any new subject. It includes those small things which adds life to us, brings peace to our mind. In this IT world, it has become usual to most of us coming back to home by 12 in night or even some people stay at office to complete their work.

I have been working in a software company for the past 2 yrs in India. And when i think about the way i have missed so many good things in life, i feel bad.. infact guilty. Many of them, do feel the same way. Although, there are exceptions who live their life to the fullest. How do they do it? Why cant we live the way we want?

Thinking bout those, i can recognize some small things i have missed in my life like Going to temple, Calling your so-called best friend (atleast once in a week), meeting your grand-ma and grand-pa and having a small chat with them, going out to a movie with your friends ( i use to watch it in VCD at home), playing with the next door baby..These small commitments .. rather duties can make your life happy and peacefull .. and remember, it does the same even to others. How many of you think that having a cup of coffee with your mom and having a chat for just 10 minutes everyday will make her happy.. ofcourse everyone has to accept this but the truth is that not everyone does it.

So hoping for the best to happen in future and having my own personal commitments pictured in my heart, i am stepping up into my life with the thought of not forgetting it.

My Trip to Disney Land

Yes.. We went to Disney Land last week.. It was a long-awaited wish of me.. When i was a child, i use to see the Disney Land shows and photos in "Sunday Cartoon Show" telecasted by Doordharshan. And, they use to sponsor the winning child of the quiz competition conducted by them to visit the DL. I use to dream of winning the quiz and flying to Disney.

To narrate the whole experience.. i would say that its a huge area filled with josh and fun mainly to the interest of childrens.. Although , it also makes many and many grown-ups becoming childrens .. which includes me and my hubby.

We parked our car and picked a road-train(..kind of) to reach the ticket counter. By the time my hubby was in line to buy the tickets , i went ahead of the counter area and was having a broad look of the n-acred land(i really donno how many acres it would be ...) out of unknown curiosity. My hubby came with the tickets.. without waiting for another minute, we passed the entrance checking.

The whole place was divided as "California Themes" (to our right) and "Adventure Parks"(to our left). We went ahead to the adventure parks. We were grandly welcomed with music by a big band. Passing that, we saw couple of shops selling pictures, chocos, T's, Toys.. of Mickeys, Donalds, Poohs and so on...

Moving ahead, we enjoyed many rides... Flying Elephant, Mad Tea Party, Jungle Cruise, and so on.. Since it was a holiday, the crowd was unusually high and every ride has a long line to be followed.. so, we dint have much time to go to all the ride. However we managed to cover atleast half of them

We thought of taking a break for some time and he went to get lunch for us. By that time, I managed to find a shady place to take some rest and started choosing among the rest of the rides which we can go post-lunch. While I was sitting in the dining area and was thinking bout the rides.. I watched many groups enjoying their visit to the place. Among them, a small and happy (hopefully.. ) family took my initial interest. It has a mom and dad, and 3 kids. The first two kids were looking at the Disney maps and were deciding on which ride to go first. The little kid was enjoying the fruit pulp which was spooned to its mouth by the mom when she and the dad had a break during their discussion ( only God knows wat it was all about ). And now, a loud oooouuuuuaahhhhh sound from my right side took my interest and it was a group of school childrens having fun among themselves. Next to them, there was a Senior couples sitting together and waiting for their son's family to come back from a ride. Now..., my hubby is back with the burgers and coke. By the time we finish it, the senior couple's son and his wife with their kid has come and the kid was telling about its excitement in the ride (ofcourse in ahhmarican accent`)

We quickly moved from the dining area and started going to the rest of the rides that we planned to go. Since, it was a very sunny day and also the crowd was too high, we dint go to all the rides as we planned. We had a couple of small breaks in between the rides and again I was in the process of watching groups that interests me..And, as the time goes on.. we were roaming here and there and were talking bout the people and many other things that took our attention.

By evening , we were totally exhausted and went to our last ride with the rest of the energy we had. It was a car ride and I drove it.

Now with no heart, we decided to leave the place. When we were walking back to the car paking area, we saw the parade of the cartoon characters. Took the car and with loads of fun-filled memories, we left the place. I stepped inside my home with forcefull pulling back of my memories from the Magic of Cartoons, its fantacies... and started preparing the coffee and was thinking about the dinner I can prepare for that night..