Confessions of a Sugar Freak!

There is something heavenly about Kaju ki Barfi… I mean no other mithai is as perfect in taste, as impeccable in texture and as delightful to look at as a solitary piece of Kaju ki Barfi… Its rhomboid shape, smooth angles jutting out at perfect ninety degrees, the sliver of silver coating that covers it on the top, its rough yet not so rough surface, the tens of finely ground cashews that give it its unique lip smacking taste and differentiate it from its downmarket stepsister, the ubiquitous and plain Barfi are just some of the specialities that make Kaju ki Barfi what it is- the uncrowned queen of Indian sweets!

I am sure that after reading the above lines, you'd take me for someone who has lost his mind… Well thats only partially true… I love Kaju ki barfi… I mean there is nothing else that can put a smile on my face quicker than one of those diamond shaped Kaju ki barfis… There is nothing that can elicit a burp from my stomach than one of those silver coated diamonds from heaven… Thats just the way it is…

I guess I really have lost my mind… There you go… I have said it… I have lost my mind!…All pre-Diwali I have been waiting for that 1 Kg bumper pack of Kaju ki Barfis… All for me… They would be "my precious"… I would eat them day and night…night and day… I would savor each and every Kaju ki barfi as it were the last Kaju ki barfi made on this planet… I would dream of them when I fall asleep… I would wish for a Kaju ki Barfi heaven… Trees laden with Kaju ki Barfi, rivers with Kaju ki Barfi bobbing up and down enticingly, Kaju ki barfi drops instead of raindrops... Thats is it... All I want is Me and the Kaju ki Barfi…

That 1 kg bumper pack of Kaju ki Barfi pack is here finally… I am literally drooling as I write this… With every word I type, I am thinking of the coarseness of the texture and the smooth way in which it dissolves in the mouth, leaving behind that lovely sweetness…. I must try to stay disciplined this time… 1 piece per day… I must watch my health… I must not try to appear as an uncouth Bhukkad!

But I can't… I want my Kaju ki Barfi… Heck, I want the whole box… MY PRECIOUS! :)

HAPPY DIWALI!

Incoherent ramblings!

I do miss the past... Like an old man reminiscing about the good times gone by... I brood over it.. laugh about it and talk about it... But do I want to go back into the past? Definitely not... One thing that I've understood is that past always has an exotic appeal to it... It is always the good old times... Things were always better than they would be and yet we keep running... chasing that elusive dream... Probably when you're 90, you'd realize that the dream was probably like the horizon, you keep getting the feeling that you're nearing it but the powers that be have different plans...

So why dream? Why run? Why pass life by in haste? Earlier it was studies.. 90% in Xth and your future is set... 90% in XIIth and thats all that matters... Then JEE...Then Engineering... Then Campus...Then CAT.. Then MBA...Then PPO... Then Final placements... All these things were supposed to make you the master of the world, weren't they? Now think about how many of the above you cleared... Has it made any difference? Would you have been happier if you could have said YES to all of the above? I am not sure... Ask the IIT-B grad who did his MBA from Harvard and has his dream job in hand how he feels? Does a couple of lakhs extra here and there matter to him? Or does he miss not being home at Diwali? Does he miss his old pals who he left behind?

I guess it isn't meant for a man to ever be happy or satisfied...You keep running from one milestone to the next... Conquering newer heights... Becoming more and more successful... and yet there will always be that one thing that you wanted and you could never have...

Anyways... Enough with the incoherent rambling... All I know is if it is destined to happen, it will happen and I will do all that is needed to make it happen!

You know you've been in Munger for far too long when

1. You speak Hindi with a flourish but somehow your sentences always end in a sing-along, e.g. Humne toh bola thaa naaaaaaaaaa"!!

2. Your blood pressure shoots up whenever any local/native starts talking to you in the trademark slow and sing along way, building a context to a story which leads nowhere... and you feel like either

     a. Gouging the eyes out of the person sitting in front of you

           or

     b. Tearing at your own hair

3. Your nose ceases to react to the odorous vapours emanating out of drains on main roads where every morning you are greeted by the sight of people either defecating or urinating!

4. You get used to  "Hurrr Hurrr" ing the cows and the goats assembled in the middle of the main thoroughfare to reach home!

5. You ask for Lemon Tea Chai when what you want is Lemon tea (thats what it is called here- Lemon tea chai!)

6. The main issues confronting you at the workplace are 

   a. How to absorb the cost of Dustbins without impacting the budget

   b. How to deal with people coming to the factory in Lungi/Dhoti

7. Your conversations with other people begin with the sentence "Do saal pehle yahan par...."

8. Your first reaction to any assignment given to you is "Ye kaise hoga" or worse still "Ye nahin ho sakta"!

9. You mourn others' transfer and celebrate the arrival of a new inmate to this loony bin!

10. And last but not the least, YOU DO KNOW THAT YOU'VE BEEN IN MONGHYR FOR FAR TOO LONG WHEN you can answer the question, "Sir, Hamara 'ethi' mein 'ethi' ho gaya tha. Hum 'ethi' karein?"