Irrespective of the gruelling and gut-wrenching angst I feel about the condition of the wage-earners, now, more than ever, I cannot but be grateful about my privileges which include food, water, shelter, company, sanitation and broadband. Yet, after doing all one can in one's capacity, one cannot be unhappy and not count the blessings in the form of cheap thrills, can they?
Having outgrown carefully coated nail-polish shades and the excitement of home-cooked pizza from the scratch, I have realised such moments of happiness are rather short-lived. They turn into habits in our control. But cheap thrills continue. Like landing upon movies as are Dum Maaro Dum and Fatso. And suddenly discovering that one had reserved a blob of butter in the deep corners of the freezer. Or be prepared and walk up to the sink to see there are no dishes awaiting a wash! Mine comes in the form of Diljit's commentary over his cooking and Karan's (my cinematic father) children.
While I am an attested fan of Taimur Ali Khan Pataudi (and his father), the Johar twins are way too much fun! Around lunch thrice or sometimes everyday in a week, they blabber their way in their father's closet, or loo, and make a cute case-study for how children can take their parents' case rather unwittingly, and lovingly :)
As for Diljit, always a fan of his outlandish yet symphonic styling and his profuse humility, every night, whether or not I have my dinner, I religiously follow his amazingly simple cooking, made delicious with his expert commentary which regularly feature the love life of Jeera and Asafoetida, the social distancing of Haldi, Namak, Laal Maerch, and the god-like presence of tomato-coriander-chilli blended into a paste. It all simmers up to the grand lesson of (hold your breath), "MAH SABZEE-MAH RULEZ".
I shouldn't be saying this, but gosh I will miss these once the lockdown is over (quickly covering my coy face from your holy attack).
Having outgrown carefully coated nail-polish shades and the excitement of home-cooked pizza from the scratch, I have realised such moments of happiness are rather short-lived. They turn into habits in our control. But cheap thrills continue. Like landing upon movies as are Dum Maaro Dum and Fatso. And suddenly discovering that one had reserved a blob of butter in the deep corners of the freezer. Or be prepared and walk up to the sink to see there are no dishes awaiting a wash! Mine comes in the form of Diljit's commentary over his cooking and Karan's (my cinematic father) children.
While I am an attested fan of Taimur Ali Khan Pataudi (and his father), the Johar twins are way too much fun! Around lunch thrice or sometimes everyday in a week, they blabber their way in their father's closet, or loo, and make a cute case-study for how children can take their parents' case rather unwittingly, and lovingly :)
As for Diljit, always a fan of his outlandish yet symphonic styling and his profuse humility, every night, whether or not I have my dinner, I religiously follow his amazingly simple cooking, made delicious with his expert commentary which regularly feature the love life of Jeera and Asafoetida, the social distancing of Haldi, Namak, Laal Maerch, and the god-like presence of tomato-coriander-chilli blended into a paste. It all simmers up to the grand lesson of (hold your breath), "MAH SABZEE-MAH RULEZ".
I shouldn't be saying this, but gosh I will miss these once the lockdown is over (quickly covering my coy face from your holy attack).
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