The joy of a certain 'HUT'... :)

Idly-Vade-Dosa

The first thing I want to eat, whenever I go back to India, would be Idly-Vade-sambar! I know it sounds crazy... But trust me, none of the eateries in the US of A (No... not even in the so-called Bay Area) can prepare idly-vade well... :(

I have eaten moderately good vade at Woodlands in Chandler. But their idlys are cold and hard and so totally sad... :| I forgot to add their chatni is pathetic :/

I once ate a plate of light and soft idlys in Milpitas. But the vades they gave were almost like a demonstration setup for culinary lessons.. One needed to just cut the vade to see all the ingredients - like in a state they would be, before you actually cook. So, it's almost as if they are hinting you -- "Now you really know the recipe. Go, give it a shot."

Sambars are pretty good in most places though.

So, my question remains thus: Are good idly and good vade mutually exclusive in the US? :( May be we need to get idly from one restaurant and vade from the other...

Oh, I did not mention about dosas at all. There are absolutely NO restaurants in US which can do a dosa as good as any of the road-side darshinis of Bangalore. Period.

Miss you precious..... :(

Poetic Prose!

Ramesh loved words. The rhyming ones were his favorite. Thoughts of imagination - he had a few. They always came out in the language he considered pristine. He longed to write stories. But, unfortunately for him, they turned out - almost always - in the form of a poem. He yearned for a stream of words which could propel him in the direction of writing, albeit mundane, stories. He did not care if that, required him to write in a different language!

One fine day, Ramesh decided to put an end to his misery by writing a short essay describing his inability to write prose articles. And lo and behold! It looked like a story! He was overjoyed. It is another matter that nobody, apart from him, would consider it a story. But, this act had made him realize that he could also write something!

Ramesh was sipping a cup of late evening tea when he looked at the ominous dark clouds in the murky sky. He admired the way nature built those light clouds from the same water which formed the gigantic glaciers of the poles as well as the mighty oceans. He thought about the poetic sense of nature and wound up his 'story' with a smile.

Dreams

I have been getting bad dreams off late. I am not sure of the reason, but all I know is that I have not slept peacefully in quite sometime. :|

I am confused as to whether these are driven by things of the past or things of the future! One thing I am quite sure of though - It's got nothing to do with the present. So, all I am trying to say here is that, since one should mainly be bothered by things going on currently, I should not be worried.

It's more of a cribbing post than anything else - more of a directionless voyage of thoughts - Well... yea.. You can call it: A pointless random post.

Btw, when I say 'bad', it doesn't necessarily mean scary... :|

Digress

Sometimes it so happens that you are influenced by a new concept. You want to cherish that moment but alas, that's what it is -- a moment. But the thought keeps building in you and you want to know all about it. The more you learn about it, the more you need to decipher and finally, you stand there confused! Digressing from the thought for sometime, helps you to stabilize your flow of thoughts and not flow with the tides of the transients.

Isn't it ironic that you digress from a path to ensure that you cling on to it?!

Strange is the world... Oh! May be pointless too... :)

Blue Green algae

Snow... Fog... Sunlight!

Ecstasy... Gloom... Darkness!

You think its in the wrong order? No. Really.