Last time I did this, things were beginning to brighten after hitting bottom. And now from the looks of it, things seem to have brightened a lot. I am tempted to say all’s well that ends well. In many cases it is actually true.
As long as I can pull off making hay without the sunshine, I will continue to post here, despite the hesitation to post anything substantial. So, continuing where I left in the last post, about counting life and its little pleasures, here I go:
Holding a nine year old anthology in your hands, reading Masefield,Tagore, Milton and Eliot, recalling the origin of each and every stain on the now yellowish pages and recognizing, despite change, your handwriting that was; what else can be more fulfilling!
Long time! It’s true, the blog imitates the twists and turns your life.
After a long time, I was sad today. And it felt good. When a lot of attitudinal changes take over the mind and the body over a short span of time, we find little time for everything else. It’s a journey that has to be taken, and often alone. Hence the delay between posts here, which I think is on the rise.
All that apart, looking at old pictures and videos has always been an important ritual to me. Today me and Moli discovered some forgotten pieces. In some way, those frozen chronicles are way better mirrors, reflecting our previous existence, than introspections can ever be. And it feels weird to know how we have changed, beyond what we knew about the change!
Speaking of change, there was one more conscious change. This time while trying to play a tune on my harmonica, I tried perfecting it without resorting to use the keyboard. It was a good exercise and with some practice, I was able to do it. Ah, life and it’s little pleasures!
“Consider a point in space,
Let it be called En,
Assume it to be the centre piece
On a count from one to ten.”
“Now wander to the left a mile,
And also an equidistant right,
Assign the first an Es, while
The second point gets as Etch alright.”
So was the path laid out,
For all to walk and run,
And all did walk the routes,
Before a scary thing begun.
A crunch was beginning to be felt,
The walls seemed to be caving in,
The margins that were already dealt,
Seemed meager to the ones within.
Alas! They had never known the fact,
The expanse couldn’t be changed again,
So with all the might they ever had,
They could merely shift the point En.
En found a new resting ground,
It had moved two blocks towards Es,
Of all the new effects profound,
One was the motions of Es and Etch.
The Es prime was less than Es,
And so fared Etch prime,
Each three is now a notch less,
And so would they be for all time.
This is a story set it in 1939 in Nazi Germany. And it’s beautiful. Markus Zusak manages to avoid a hitting-you-in-the-face description of the Jews, the Germans and the concentration camps. Instead, he tells us about Death. And a book thief.
The story is narrated by Death himself. After 554 pages of it, I can only appreciate his humanitarian nature. For me, it was not a story about Leisel Meminger, it was a story about Death. The way he carries souls of the people after they shut their eyes to the world. The way he, Death, shivers on the first day in Auschwitz. The way he prays to God in a futile attempt to understand (God never says anything; we humans are not the only ones he never answers). The way he sadly declares himself to be the most loyal servant to the Fuhrer in all the years of Hitler’s reign. The way it sometimes kills him to see people die.
But there’s a truth that Death knows. The only truth he knows. Read the book to unearth it. A wonderful narrative with a distinct style of unfolding the facts, this book is a must read.
I reiterate, Times Food Guide is a must-have.
So this time we tried Kokum Country. And fell in love with it.
Experience: Kokum Country offers coastal cuisine from Kerala, Goa and Mangalore. They welcome you with a complimentary banana and wheat dish, which leaves you wanting for more. Order whatever you fancy, be it ghee rice or fish curry or chicken or an unusually prepared idli, you are headed for a mouth watering experience. Kokum Sherbet is a must try. The restaurant boasts of very pleasing looks, be it the 6-chamber container that houses an assortment of chutneys and masalas or the finely done interiors. The service is good too.
Location: It is tucked away in a corner of MRC Nagar, R A Puram, beside Cafe French Loaf. These two are the only eating joints in the area, so it’s not tough to navigate to the location once you are in Kasthuri avenue.
Meal for two: Rs. 800 – 900
Final take: The price tag may be a bit scary, but it’s worth a visit once.