Thursday, 24 January 2013
Tuesday, 22 January 2013
Chocolate Souffle
My first attempt at fiction ... I welcome feedback .
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Slowly, she moved to the dark kitchen and stood aimlessly thinking what she wanted to do. Her mind was preoccupied. She searched her busy mind for the purpose. She moved her hands on the cool kitchen top which had been wiped clean. She reached for the light switch at the end of the kitchen counter. There was abundant natural sunlight inside the house. All the rooms of the house had big windows, so the house didn't need electric lights in the morning. But it was the opposite in the kitchen, the lone dark spot of the house. Once her eyes adjusted to yellowish light, it fell on the butter at the corner of the stove. Yes! She had wanted to bake a cake.
She scooped four tablespoons of butter into microwave bowl. She added 3/4th cup of semi sweet chocolate with butter. She put this into the microwave to melt and set 40 seconds on timer. They both had not been talking since yesterday. In-spite of this, he had bought all the ingredients for cake. He knew she couldn't bake cake alone. She needed help to crack open the egg. Besides, they had always baked cakes together. The microwave beep brought her back into action. He was roaming outside in the living room as if he was waiting for an invitation to come in to join her. And she needed him. "Would you crack these eggs for me?". He quickly washed his hands and joined her in the kitchen. He wiped his hands using the towel on his shoulders. A towel on his shoulder was something that she found very cute about him.
He separated 4 egg whites from egg yolks. He set on the electric mixer to whisk egg whites. They spoke nothing else, still holding onto their silence. She added 2/3rd cup caster sugar and a spoon of vanilla essence to the egg yolks. She whisked it for a couple of minutes until sugar is well blended with eggs. To this she added chocolate and butter mixture.
They had always baked cakes together. He would eagerly sit in front of oven and watch how the cake raises and browns on the top. She set the oven temperature to 220c and switched it on to preheat. He stood by and watched her delicately fold the egg white into the chocolate mixture. Using a large spatula she cut a path down the middle of the mixture with the edge of the spatula. She then gently turned half of the mixture over to the other half. She continued folding this way without stirring so as to retain the air that is in the beaten whites.
She drifted off again, to yesterday's incident. Something he did irked her very much that she had snapped at him. In retrospect it had been for a very silly reason, but she was not yet ready to talk for the fear that she might say something rude to him. During a fight he always fell silent, he never spoke rudely. But she always spoke her mind even when she was angry. That made matters worse and she had learned over years to hold back when angry. She didn't want it to turn into an ugly war of words. Its better to be silent and sleep over it for a couple of days.
"I think its done" he said. He was right. The egg white meringue was thoroughly folded into chocolate batter. Together they scooped the batter into muffin molds. He slid the muffin mold into hot oven and stood watching in front of the oven, like he always does. He watched as the souffle raised. They both were comfortable with the silence. She got busy cleaning up the kitchen top, putting away dishes to wash. The smell of chocolate baking in the oven filled the kitchen. It was nostalgic. He began washing up the dishes. Both were lost in the noise - of buzzing oven, of clanking dishes, of running tap water and of their own thoughts.
They let souffle bake for 10-12 minutes till the top settled and browned a bit. Once out, they both dug in while souffle was still hot. He commented on how each souffle has turned out and she commented on what could be better next time. Together they ate their favourite dessert in the same cup. The fight was all forgotten, at-least, till there was chocolate in the cup.
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Slowly, she moved to the dark kitchen and stood aimlessly thinking what she wanted to do. Her mind was preoccupied. She searched her busy mind for the purpose. She moved her hands on the cool kitchen top which had been wiped clean. She reached for the light switch at the end of the kitchen counter. There was abundant natural sunlight inside the house. All the rooms of the house had big windows, so the house didn't need electric lights in the morning. But it was the opposite in the kitchen, the lone dark spot of the house. Once her eyes adjusted to yellowish light, it fell on the butter at the corner of the stove. Yes! She had wanted to bake a cake.
She scooped four tablespoons of butter into microwave bowl. She added 3/4th cup of semi sweet chocolate with butter. She put this into the microwave to melt and set 40 seconds on timer. They both had not been talking since yesterday. In-spite of this, he had bought all the ingredients for cake. He knew she couldn't bake cake alone. She needed help to crack open the egg. Besides, they had always baked cakes together. The microwave beep brought her back into action. He was roaming outside in the living room as if he was waiting for an invitation to come in to join her. And she needed him. "Would you crack these eggs for me?". He quickly washed his hands and joined her in the kitchen. He wiped his hands using the towel on his shoulders. A towel on his shoulder was something that she found very cute about him.
He separated 4 egg whites from egg yolks. He set on the electric mixer to whisk egg whites. They spoke nothing else, still holding onto their silence. She added 2/3rd cup caster sugar and a spoon of vanilla essence to the egg yolks. She whisked it for a couple of minutes until sugar is well blended with eggs. To this she added chocolate and butter mixture.
They had always baked cakes together. He would eagerly sit in front of oven and watch how the cake raises and browns on the top. She set the oven temperature to 220c and switched it on to preheat. He stood by and watched her delicately fold the egg white into the chocolate mixture. Using a large spatula she cut a path down the middle of the mixture with the edge of the spatula. She then gently turned half of the mixture over to the other half. She continued folding this way without stirring so as to retain the air that is in the beaten whites.
She drifted off again, to yesterday's incident. Something he did irked her very much that she had snapped at him. In retrospect it had been for a very silly reason, but she was not yet ready to talk for the fear that she might say something rude to him. During a fight he always fell silent, he never spoke rudely. But she always spoke her mind even when she was angry. That made matters worse and she had learned over years to hold back when angry. She didn't want it to turn into an ugly war of words. Its better to be silent and sleep over it for a couple of days.
"I think its done" he said. He was right. The egg white meringue was thoroughly folded into chocolate batter. Together they scooped the batter into muffin molds. He slid the muffin mold into hot oven and stood watching in front of the oven, like he always does. He watched as the souffle raised. They both were comfortable with the silence. She got busy cleaning up the kitchen top, putting away dishes to wash. The smell of chocolate baking in the oven filled the kitchen. It was nostalgic. He began washing up the dishes. Both were lost in the noise - of buzzing oven, of clanking dishes, of running tap water and of their own thoughts.
They let souffle bake for 10-12 minutes till the top settled and browned a bit. Once out, they both dug in while souffle was still hot. He commented on how each souffle has turned out and she commented on what could be better next time. Together they ate their favourite dessert in the same cup. The fight was all forgotten, at-least, till there was chocolate in the cup.
Friday, 18 January 2013
What is feminism?
"Feminism encourages women to leave
their husbands, kill their children, practice witchcraft, destroy capitalism
and become lesbians."
- Pat Robertson
(Marion Gordon "Pat" Robertson is an
American media mogul, executive chairman, and a former Southern Baptist
minister, who generally supports conservative Christian ideals).
The word feminism evokes strong, and often, negative reactions. Some women
pride themselves in saying they are feminists while some shy away from doing
so. Some call themselves feminists but clarify that they do not hate men! Some say
they believe in gender equality but they are not feminists.
What exactly is feminism?
Feminist theory aims at achieving
gender equality in areas that creates gender imbalance. Feminism believes in
equal rights in social, political and economic verticals. Any situation that
raises gender or sexuality-based injustice, it becomes a feminist issue. In
simple terms, telling a boy ‘not to play with dolls’ or ‘don’t cry like a girl’
is against feminist ideologies. The basic notion of feminism is that men and
women are equal. Making any bias based purely on gender, not considering individual
capability is termed gender bias.
Feminism is anti-patriarchy. In
patriarchy, a male figure is at the authority of social, political or economic
vertical. A woman is a man’s (father, brother and son) responsibility.
Patriarchy is when women cannot inherit the title and property of family. This
makes women lesser than men just because of her gender. Feminism opposes
everything that patriarchy preaches. And this is the reason why conservative
men and women are anti-feminists.
Only men are not responsible in
making a patriarchal family/society. Women are equally responsible. Bringing up
daughters to only cook and clean is patriarchy. Providing lesser educational
opportunities to daughters is patriarchy. Bringing up daughters to share equal
responsibility and sons to respect women is feminism. If a man fights for equal
rights, he too is a feminist. If a man brings up his daughter considering her
equal to his son, he is following feminist ideologies.
Feminist movements fight for rights
of women and empowering women to help them make informed decisions about their
life. They fight for equal rights of women to education, marriage, employment
and their own body. Feminists fight for championing causes like gender
discrimination, equal pay in workplaces, prevention of marital rape, sexual
violence against women, reproductive rights, commodification of women and many
such.
Feminism is asking for
equality, not hating men! Blame it on media to have maligned the notion of feminism. There is nothing negative about being a feminist. A feminist
loves his/her spouse, probably, much more because of the freedom and respect
in their marriage. A feminist loves his/her children equally without being partial
to sons or daughters.
Where do I stand?
“If women want rights more than they got, why don't they
just take them, and not be talking about it.”
― Sojourner Truth (A women’s right activist)
― Sojourner Truth (A women’s right activist)
I was brought up with feminist ideologies.
While growing up, I was told I could reach and achieve whatever I want. My husband and I both
have a say in everything that happens in our family. Our daughter is being
brought up the same way too. We are all flexible because of the security and
freedom that we provide each other.
I am not a feminism activist; I don’t go
out to demand and champion feminist issues. But I know my rights. I try to seek
and create gender equality in whatever way I can within my limits.
I found good answers to two most
commonly asked questions for any feminism related topics. I leave you with the
below.
“Inequality happens to men too..
Patriarchy affects men too..” What wrong with this statement?
Why are you concentrating on topic
X when topic Y is so much more important?
Monday, 14 January 2013
Book Spine Poetry
Came across Spine poetry on Shilpa's blog.
Spine poetry is books arranged in clusters so the spines(read book title) could be read like a sentence\poem.
Apparently, there is even a facebook page dedicated to spine poetry.
I was hooked on immediately!!
This is one of the poems I came up with using my library.
This is one more way to stretch your mind to boost brain power. I am sure all book lovers will love this one!
I have it in my to-do list to go to public library to make some more poems.
Coming up soon..
Spine poetry is books arranged in clusters so the spines(read book title) could be read like a sentence\poem.
Apparently, there is even a facebook page dedicated to spine poetry.
I was hooked on immediately!!
This is one of the poems I came up with using my library.
Indira, What to expect when you are expecting?
A thousand splendid suns!! Trust me.
This is one more way to stretch your mind to boost brain power. I am sure all book lovers will love this one!
I have it in my to-do list to go to public library to make some more poems.
Coming up soon..
Tuesday, 8 January 2013
Indira - The life of Indira Nehru Gandhi
I had expressed interest in knowing about the Nehru-Gandhi dynasty of India here.
I read the book Indira - The life of Indira Nehru Gandhi.
The book was not as explosive as I had thought, but gave me a very good introduction to Indira Gandhi and quite a bit about Nehru too. Indira was a very dynamic prime minister of India.
My thoughts about the book here.
I read the book Indira - The life of Indira Nehru Gandhi.
The book was not as explosive as I had thought, but gave me a very good introduction to Indira Gandhi and quite a bit about Nehru too. Indira was a very dynamic prime minister of India.
My thoughts about the book here.
What's up in India ..
There is already a lot said about the
recent Delhi gang-rape case. The brutality left me too horrified to say anything.
The people of India are venting out their pain, their agony, their
frustration and helplessness. For a change, this time, a majority of Indians
didn't put the blame on what the men ate or what the girl wore (or they saved
it for another day, because for now, majority of India is boiling with rage).
When the girl landed in Singapore for
treatment, Singaporeans learnt about the case and were very curious to know what
the issue was all about and why there are protests of this magnitude in India. I work in singapore and at my office lunch table were 5 girls of different nationalities of south
east Asia and they wanted to know what was it all about.
I am the kind who always speaks good
about India with my other nationality friends. I am proud of my country and
always portray good side of it. But this episode had to be answered frankly, I
had nowhere to hide, there was no way of escaping or getting defensive about my
country.
They asked me why there is so much
protest because criminals were already caught and arrested? I only told them that
the public wants chemical castration and/or capital punishment for the victims. (I was still hoping that they forget the topic and move on to something else.)
They wanted to know if rape and molestation are very common in India and is
India not really safe for women? According to them taking a public bus has to
be the safest way of traveling within city.
One of them had learnt about
molestations in public transport. She wanted to know more about it. Her mouth
fell open when I told that it happens even in daytime, even in fully
crowded bus/train and the general public doesn't do anything to thrash the offender. She
wanted to know why girls like me(who come from respectable and educated
families) doesn’t do anything to confront the offender. I had to explain the
mentality of society to such crimes, the shame that is associated with it and
the fear of blame that falls on victim and not on offender. This was such a shameful
moment to me, to lay India, my motherland, bare in front of others :-( One of
them quipped "Why don’t the girls go to the police to complain?” She got the
biggest shock of her life when I replied that any girl from respectable family
doesn't go to police station in India. I remembered the time when I was called
to police station for my passport address verification. I was accompanied by my
dad and a bunch of my male friends. I didn’t tell this to her.
The girls wanted to know how it is in
MNCs? Our office has subdivisions in Bangalore, we work with teams in
Bangalore. "Are all Indian men the same? They all think ill about girls?"
We have a few Indian men working in our Singapore office. I had to explain that
not all men are same. I explained to them that well educated men(which MNC men
are supposed to be) doesn’t think this way. I had to explain about gender
difference, cultural upbringing and role of education to convince them that not
all Indian men are evil. I didn’t want them to have an impression that all
Indian men are vultures who are waiting to pounce on women. The protests in India
and its coverage in Singapore media is not helping the image of Indian men, in
general.
What if women have to work late in
office? Its common in many professions to work late in office. I
told them that most offices have cabs with security personnel appointed for drop
off. By this time they were already skeptical. What if the security person's
mind is corrupted?
Girls in Singapore can roam out alone
even in the death of night. They can wear clothes that they want without any
hesitation. They can go out on dates and return home at any time. They don’t need
their brothers, friends, boyfriends or husbands to escort them wherever they
go. For any petty issue they can walk into police station at any time and rest
assured that their case gets attention. These lucky girls just don’t understand
the situation in India. One of the girls innocently asked me "With all
these, how do you manage to go out to celebrate something like a New Year countdown
in the night?" This was my turn to laugh out loud (and silently shudder inside thinking about Guwahati case). "What celebrations at night outside, I haven’t stayed
outdoor for any such celebration, it has to be indoor". She exclaimed "You girls
don’t have a life!!".
There were so many questions from them
- Is India safe for traveling girls? How can the government let all these happen? One of them was
actually planning a trip to India, I don’t think she will be doing that anytime
soon! However there is one thing that they all agreed “You don’t go back to
India, stay in Singapore. You have a girl child”!! :-(
Thursday, 3 January 2013
Mind Mapping
Some time back my sister wrote about few tips to increase your brain power. You can find it here.
I was immediately hooked on to mind mapping.
A mind map is a graphical way to represent ideas and concepts.
In a mind map, as opposed to traditional note taking or a linear text, information is structured in a way that resembles much more closely how your brain actually works. Since it is an activity that is both analytical and artistic, it engages your brain in a much, much richer way, helping in all its cognitive functions. And, best of all, it is fun!
One of the other tip to boost your brain power is to create a list of 100 things of something, anything.
I combined these 2 techniques and doodled a mind map of about 100 topics to blog about in Potpourri.
Say I am clever now, pretty please :-)
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