The Essence of a family ....

The essence of  a family ....
Need not be a man ...
A man can only sire ...
But, a woman is the one that leads the family on ....
Takes the burden all alone ...
Gives the best of her years to her kids ..
Sacrifices it all ...
The man just walks away ...
Finds a new abode.
He takes his scent and soul with him ...
Not a drop of his ESSENCE left behind ....
Just memories to live by ....
Just a few memories ...
Nothing else.
What was good was written about ....
That is what matters .....
It wasn't written to call back the lost one ....
It was written for history ...
When I am no more ....
The generations to come shall know their ROOTS ...
From Peshawar & Rawalpindi to Pathankot ...
To Delhi to Chandigarh to Dehradun ...
From Jaisalmer to Thiruvananthpuram ....
North, South, East & West ....
From the Sire missing his Dad's shaving kit as a tiny tot shitting on a pot early in the morning ...
When Grand dad would be out on Army Duty ...
To Great Grand dad and his shayari and Gandhian principles ...
Great Grand Mom and her histrionics ....
Lots....
A whole history to be passed on ...
A family tree to be familiarised with ...
Who will do that?
There is no family here....
There never was ....
Somebody has to let the name live on.
The essence has to be preserved ....
Who will do that?

Tinka tinka .... bikhar gaya ....

I didn't keep the Teej for HIM,
Nor will I keep the Karvachauth for HIM ....
HE belongs to another now ....
I never trespass on private property ....
There is no family ....
Just me and my baggage ...
Read my blogposts as they come ...
They are just an expression of the state of mind ...
That's all ...
Not an attempt to get back again ....
I never retrack my steps ...
Nor do I follow a path ....
I create new paths ...
I never tread on ones used before....
If ever I do by mistake ....
I change course ... of course ...
Never off course in my beliefs and principles.
There's lots .... in times to come ...
You will get a glimpse of it all.

The famous Burmese soup ...

Khawsaw....
Yup, I learnt it watching her ...
Prepare each ingredient separately ....
I don't know if it is the same as hers ...
But, the kids love it....
Whoever has it ... just flips over ...
Grated boiled eggs, chicken flakes, Steaming hot soup made with the water chicken was boiled in plus chana daal and coconut (Grated) in it and pureed to a consistency....
Lemon juice... lots of it ...
Chillies in oil....
Garlic in oil ....
Finely chopped onion ...
Grated potatoes fried crisp.....
Boiled noodles....
Having bowls and bowls of it ...
I do remember ....
Never tiring eating it ....
Her haath lagaa parathas.....
Her halwa .... Kadaa prasad ...
Every year the Akhand paath on 9th September ....
I remember everything ....
Do you remember the lemon cheesecake ?

He meets me ONLINE...

Yesterday was Teej ....
I had kept nirjal fast for him ...
So sweet of him ...
He knew I wouldn't break the fast ...
Without seeing him ....
So, he came online and I broke my fast ....
With my favourite sweet ...
5 Star .....
What else do you need ...
But, for your man to prove .....
That he truly loves you.
Just that one moment was enough ....
To make the relation stronger.
ONLINE LOVE ....
For the time being ...
Till all is settled.
A play well spaced out and timed ...
A gameplan to weed out the locust....
Just a matter of time...
No show ...
No false display of coziness....
Straight faces but deep feelings ....
This is the need of the hour....
Else the virus can't be eliminated ...
So, be it...
For the time being ...
A show of strangers ...
And in due course ....
Love conquests all.
All we do is meet ONLINE each day...
Away from prying eyes ...
Away from snooping people ....
WE don't need to meet physically ....
To prove our love ...
SKYPE Zindabad ....
Google Video Chat  rocks!

Aaj TEEJ hai ....

Today is Teej ...
Have kept a Nirjal Fast .....

Moong Masoor ki dhuli daal ... Maa ke haathon se banaa aam ka achaar ,,,

I will miss a lot of things ...
I will miss a lot of people ...
What I will miss is ....
Maa ke haathon ki bani Dhuli moong aur dhuli masoor ki ek seetiwali daal ...
She taught me how to cook the best Punjabi food ...
The best of Chinese cuisine ....
Most of all I will miss her Aam ka achaar ...
She made the best food in the World ....
She taught me patiently ....
She would cook ..
I would watch....
A legacy passed onto the Grandchildren ...
So she lives on forever ...
In them lies her soul ...
In them is the true essence of the Family...
The legacy lives on ....
The Grandchildren and their achievements are many ....
Something you would be proud of ...
Every time they receive an award ....
A silent thank you goes out to you.

Swiss Alps it is ....

Yeah .... Am on wings of fire ....
Flying away to the land of watches ...
The land of fine chocolate ...
The land of milk, butter and cheese fondue.....
I am flying away to the Alps .....
A fine way to begin life afresh ....
Swiss Alps it is ....
Am in heaven ....
Dasvidaniya .... Yeah, yeah Russian  ...
But, what the heck ....
An expression it is ....
Time to pack and move forever.

One Way Road ....

The road winds and winds .....
A long, long way ....
With many bends ....
And potholes ....
With beautiful views ....
Roadside stalls ....
Wares to buy ....
But, a one way road ....
Just one destination .....
The end .....
The end is where it all began ....
That's where to go ....
Let aside the scenery ....
A long way to go ....
One way road ...
Winding uphill ....
Foggy view .....
Can't see another inch ahead ....
But, way to go ...
The driver an expert ....
Knows where to turn ....
When to turn ....
The passenger ...
The backseat navigator ....
Watches in silence .....
The way is one way ...
The silence conveys everything.