At last the anchor was up, the sails were set and off we sailed. It was a cold, raniy and sharp weekend and as the north western side of the country emereged, we found ourselves broad upon the wintry ocean, whose vast compass and huge waves pass by us without wondering but leave us stunned....
Honfleur : 12 Nov 2010
Mont St. Michel : 14 nov 2010
I see my path but I do not know where it leads. Not knowing where I am going is what inspires me to travel it....
I dedicate this nice indian dish to the divine incitement i know, my official muse, Amandine ;)
I am big foodie and sometimes amaze myself with variety of tastes I can eat and appreciate. It helps a lot when you are in a foreign land. Although different tastes and cuisines are delicious too, sometimes you just want the some authentic native food.I used to satisfy my carving for home based food with simple cuisines (even Indian simple cuisines are too complicated and needs a balance of at least 5 spices: O and trust me disproportion of one of them can lead to a catastrophe).
But little inspiration can do wonders. With the help of some boasting and some daring, I ventured myself into some more complex Indian cuisines.
Due to augmented workload, time has become more precious. On a working day, I can hardly find time to experiment Indian cuisines food for dinner. So, as an unnoted rule, every weekend I am preparing some Indian famous dishes.
So far reviews of my cooking have been nice and my accomplishment list contains now Chicken tikka butter masala, Chicke tandoori, Chicken Briyani, Veg Briyani, Jeera rice nd Dal tadka…..
One of the very nicest things about life is the way we must regularly stop whatever it is we are doing and devote our attention to eating and cooking.
I am alive and If I ever DO die, my friends have strict instructions to post the details of my demise. So ... see? I do care! Even though my poor little blog totally has grounds to file for divorce and take the kids away by reason of abandonment these days. This is my way of saying that I suck...I do not know where the days go?? Though it has been the most idle month for me but the fact is that I will rather chat with friends and complain that how bored I am, you know actually stand up and do something constructive. The things are not actually great at my end. I am in between of many things and lets not discuss them here.The point is that all this streching have made me miss a lot being a child. The time when I could go to bed everynight thinking that 'papa' will take care of all things. The time when the biggest worry in life was to pass in school test. The time when biggest punishment was to stand outside the class.
Oh dear God! Please, just once, make me a kid once more - I promise to be naughtier, stubborner and crazier this time....
How was your rainy weekend, everyone? Mine, went pretty boring but I enjoyed every minute of it! Lol! I was supposed to go outside last Saturday morning to my buy groceries(how much I hate that!!) and visit my friends house after but due to rain I just opted to stay at home and decided to just go back to sleep. I really love to sleep when it’s cold and raining!
En suite, I consumed almost whole day in front of PC, surfing the net, blog hopping, checking emails and tasks and lastly, STALKING! Hahaha! just decided to end it after my eyes got sore. In between I made a superb desert, to staisfy my craving for sweet. Infact it was nothing but a consort of all the sweet things from my refrigerator(a piece of brownie, nutella, whipped cream, peaches and rum & raisin ice cream) and believe me it was awesome with zillions of calorie :):)
Anyway, I have these moments where I’m pretty bored and don’t feel like doing anything. It’s not like I have nothing to do but I just get into one of those moments where I don’t feel like doing anything except to lay down for the whole day and watch star wars/die hard/matrix :P ….
One of the site I love to visit whenever I’m bored is F*** My Life. If you are sadist like me who draws fun out of other miseries then you will love it :P, but I also read them to remind myself that there are worse things happening to people, that I’m not alone. Shit do happens.
Seriously
Voila! That is how I marked the day of my entry in france an year ago.
Love
Sumit
There is one more site I have found 'OnlySin' which is pretty interesting.. check it out.
It is so strange that to be ourselves we have to be anonymous....
“Home is not where we live, but where they understand us"
This is my first blog on any movie and I am not trying to review the movie but exploring the idea of ‘home’ presented so beautifully in movie ‘Away We Go’.
Even though I’d seen ‘Away We Go’ on the plane, I decided to see it again with one of my friend this past Sat. It’s a movie that hits ‘home’ on so many levels.
A 30-something couple – Verona and Burt – decide to move after Burt’s parents announce that they’re moving to Europe. The couple takes the news badly as Verona is 6 months pregnant and they cannot understand why Burt’s parents would separate themselves from the first 2 years of their baby’s life. They are suddenly rootless. Since both Verona and Burt work from home, they decide to move as their current home is a dump. However they don’t know where they should go. So, they end up visiting her old boss, her sister, his childhood friend, their university friends, and his brother throughout the US – seeking a place which they can call home. After a series of hysterical and/or moving encounters, they are inspired to return to Verona’s childhood home – a home she abandoned after her parent’s death.
While I have never taken such a journey, I’ve thought where I should setup my ‘base’ throughout the years. Near my parents, my brother or friends? or a new place? France, US, UK, India or somewhere in Africa? On an island? In a city?
I have lived in different cities but for me ‘home’ has always been my parents place. I don’t know if this will ever change and I will be able to find a place which I would be able to call home. Right now I am a homeless….
The summers in India were never better than this. The scorching sun of ‘Delhi’, Dry winds of Rajasthan and Mumbai rains could not be more soothing. While locals were complaining about the weather conditions, I was enjoying the every bit of it.
It was awesome. The discussions on cultural difference with mom and dad.... the long drives with brother and the parties with friends.... all these constituted the moments which one could make in lifetimes.
Time flies and when it is fun, it flies even faster. And now I regret that why I have gone to India, not because I did not have good time but I had so much fun that it had disturbed my life in France. It has been a week after vacations and I am still trying to overcome that mind set… that feeling to be with family and friends…. that smell of food…that noise of traffic. While I was faultlessly robust in my quotidian, these vacations have shaken my phony settings. But Life moves on….so will I and soon will be out if these thoughts to be again completely immersed in routine.
I am lonely for something I don't know I am lonely for……
With Lots of love to Mummy Papa bhai and all my friends Sumit(Sunny)
Nothing symbolizes the crevice between radical Islam and west as non-violently and emblematically as BURQA. This month, Belgium passed laws banning women (and presumably men, actually law makes it illegal to wear any clothing that prevents the user from being identified. This just happens to include niqabs and burkas, but it also includes motorbike helmets, masks, balaclavas, etc.)from wearing a full burqa in public. In France, President Sarkozy is trying to institute a similar law.
Surely, these events have drawn a lot of media attention lately about the opposition to burkas being worn in European countries.
Of course, as expected, Muslim leaders, even Catholic leaders and groups like Amnesty International, are protesting the laws, saying it is a discrimination against Muslims, violation of human rights, freedom of speech and so forth.
The problem is, they view the burqa as an individual choice - which is arguable - and a religious requirement, which it is not (numerous Islamic scholars claim that there is not a single reference in Quran that mandates women to wear burqa).
And as far as my rationality tells me, a form of clothing or for that matter anything tangible cannot be a flagship of any religion. If religion offers such a carte blanche, then perhaps we should see the reaction people would have to someone claiming their religion mandated that they carry a machete at all times. (Sikhs, for example, are obliged to carry a Kirpan, or small sword).
And the best is to argue that ban violates the freedom of speech whereas Burqa itself violates the freedom of speech of a woman. It is a hauler of the school of thought where women are considered to be inferior sexual temptress, whose female form is a problem and must be covered and they should subscribe to the views mandated by the men.
Rather than debating we all should understand that these bans are hardly a case to pick on Muslims but to counter the security threat these veils can pose. Burqas and niqabs or any face covering attire present a security risk. Anyone might lurk under those shrouds – female or male, Muslim or non-Muslim, decent citizen, fugitive, or criminal – with who knows what evil purposes. Someone in a burka can't be identified. They could be anyone, they could have anything under their clothing.
A person masked and anonymous, who could be carrying any sort of device under formless clothing, will and should always be seen as a potential threat. This is why anyone wearing a motorbike helmet into a bank will be asked to take it off or be escorted out by security. It is not something concocted up to suppress Muslims.
The time calls us to be more proactive to stand against the ruthless terrorism and to support every concern rather than howling and countering such measures on the name of religion and faith.
P.S I am not a very qualified person to write on this whole issue but as a foreigner in France, it made me think about the different nationals and religions that enter into a new country and a new culture. Aren’t they suppose to adapt to it and embrace it but not to refuse it or worse is even imposing their own culture. I am not against religious freedom but religious freedom also encompasses the respect and honor to other cultures, traditions and desires.
Honfleur : 13th Nov 2010
Honfleur : 12 Nov 2010
Mont St. Michel : 14 nov 2010
