"When you seek it, you cannot find it.."
I have found this statement weirdly true in a lot of life's situations. When I go to watch a much acclaimed movie, or read a highly recommended book, or simply order my favorite drink many a times my own high expectations belie the joy of experiencing certain things.
Wisconsin trip on the contrary was a surprise experience. It was one of those things you get into with no mental image and register everything with a fresh perspective as you go along. I can recall vividly how I shivered sitting along the side of the lake inwardly remembering the similar cold Naini breeze. Every time I drove into Nainital from the warm plains, there would be this one turn along the road where I would shiver suddenly as the cold fresh wind from the lake would just hit me right across. The shiver isn't just a reflex to the chill in the breeze for me its an acknowledgement of familiarity. I refused to put on a jacket because that chill refreshed mental images of my hometown. And a nostalgic person like me savors even the goose-bumpy associations!
What is the perfect treat after shivering in the cold? no brainer-its food and chai!
What if you can get momo's with chilli chutney. Kathal(jackfruit) sabzi and Kadii chawal in a authentic Nepali restaurant. I think the picture alongside conveys my expressions completely. I was overjoyed, overwhelmed (although no tears). Twice I have been labelled a Nepali to my deep chagrin, but this food made me a convert. I felt a deep kinship with Nepali's around the world after eating this food!
Food just fosters new loyalties, its the easiest way to the heart!
We roamed around Madison through the night and the next day was another surprise.
We drove into Wisconsin Dells. All the frozen woods of winter were verdant and green this time of the year. All the sleepy people lazing in their warm apartments in winter were out on the roads with their fancy boats. It was my first rendezvous with water sports. Hello waters we meet again, but this time I'm not sitting by your side in a pensive mood, I am going to run around and race right across you. I will create waves and feel the waters spray across my face at 40mph. It was good fun, unfortunately I have no 'in-action' pictures but the picturesque landscape and the thrill of racing was a wonderful experience. The only downside was the sacrifice of the bunch of hair when I combed after that 'hair raising' experience!
A lovely margarita cheese pizza with a local brewed awesome beer completed my day and I was safely escorted back to my abode in Champaign.
The day ended on a high note with my brother doing us proud with a 95% in CBSE exam. So a proud sister in a happy mood prayed for success for his little brother in whatever he does in life.
Amen!
(sorry i can't keep a serious face when we are together, crazy reality!)
I have found this statement weirdly true in a lot of life's situations. When I go to watch a much acclaimed movie, or read a highly recommended book, or simply order my favorite drink many a times my own high expectations belie the joy of experiencing certain things.
Wisconsin trip on the contrary was a surprise experience. It was one of those things you get into with no mental image and register everything with a fresh perspective as you go along. I can recall vividly how I shivered sitting along the side of the lake inwardly remembering the similar cold Naini breeze. Every time I drove into Nainital from the warm plains, there would be this one turn along the road where I would shiver suddenly as the cold fresh wind from the lake would just hit me right across. The shiver isn't just a reflex to the chill in the breeze for me its an acknowledgement of familiarity. I refused to put on a jacket because that chill refreshed mental images of my hometown. And a nostalgic person like me savors even the goose-bumpy associations!
What is the perfect treat after shivering in the cold? no brainer-its food and chai!
What if you can get momo's with chilli chutney. Kathal(jackfruit) sabzi and Kadii chawal in a authentic Nepali restaurant. I think the picture alongside conveys my expressions completely. I was overjoyed, overwhelmed (although no tears). Twice I have been labelled a Nepali to my deep chagrin, but this food made me a convert. I felt a deep kinship with Nepali's around the world after eating this food!
Food just fosters new loyalties, its the easiest way to the heart!
We roamed around Madison through the night and the next day was another surprise.
We drove into Wisconsin Dells. All the frozen woods of winter were verdant and green this time of the year. All the sleepy people lazing in their warm apartments in winter were out on the roads with their fancy boats. It was my first rendezvous with water sports. Hello waters we meet again, but this time I'm not sitting by your side in a pensive mood, I am going to run around and race right across you. I will create waves and feel the waters spray across my face at 40mph. It was good fun, unfortunately I have no 'in-action' pictures but the picturesque landscape and the thrill of racing was a wonderful experience. The only downside was the sacrifice of the bunch of hair when I combed after that 'hair raising' experience!
A lovely margarita cheese pizza with a local brewed awesome beer completed my day and I was safely escorted back to my abode in Champaign.
The day ended on a high note with my brother doing us proud with a 95% in CBSE exam. So a proud sister in a happy mood prayed for success for his little brother in whatever he does in life.
Amen!
(sorry i can't keep a serious face when we are together, crazy reality!)
this reminds me of my T-shirt u took away.....!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteCONGOS to lil' bro and you ofcourse though tumne sirf usse tang hi kiya hoga padte waqt :p
ReplyDelete@mids: that t-shirt should be with swati... tell her dat u want it back.
ReplyDelete@ss: dhanyawaad dost, he's become like a rockstar back home with his IIT result, CBSE result, and his gud luks :P the only resemblance i see with me is in the gud looks, baki tumne sahi kahan main sirf pareshaan karti hoon.