Moments of truth

There are these little cruel but real moments in life that we encounter which test you to the core. Some you fall short, some you get through, others you keep fighting till you stop acknowledging their existence. Phrases like "life is a great leveler" or "time heals" are as true as analgesics, they relieve the pain momentarily but can't get to the root of the cause.

Life is so much like this little game of marbles (touching) which we played so frantically during my summer school breaks. A circle of 4 feet radius is drawn 3 feet away from a straight line. To decide the order of turn all the participants have a go at the straight line from far the closest to the straight line but not to have crossed it earlier than others. That tricky wicked straight line is the "moments of truth" the players who noticed it's presence and didn't cross it get to keep fighting further while the others fall short.

Earning my meal...

With no one at home and not wanting to have food outside, I decided to try out my charm(?) at my kitchen. Yes, this was the first time I cooked something in these long 27 years (Hmnn... but I did make boiled eggs and maggi). My friend Jaya gave me the recipe for Uppittu (Upma as some call it). It took me a couple of phone calls to know the where about's of the kitchen. It was altogether a new view of my own kitchen to me, an inside view (Ab kitchen ek akhada lag raha tha).

By the end, I did manage to get a decent Uppittu done. Jaya did get to taste it and felt it's pretty good for a first timer :) and more over spoke to Jaya over phone last night which proves that he is still alive :) (incidentally he has caught a bit of fever though ;-) ) But its a bit fun to cook though, as long as there is someone to help with the dishes, thanks to my maid.

Now I know what it takes to earn your meal - a recipe and a will to work it out in the kitchen.