Brevity is my nemesis

Really it is… especially when it comes to writing… I have something my long time ago ex-boss called verbal diarrhea. When I speak, I make my point very quickly, sometimes, people are still waiting for me to go on, while I remain silent coz I have already finished speaking my mind. On the other hand, strangely, I cant seem to stop writing if I start, and sometimes end up making pointless observations and comments.

My new year resolution is to try and be as brief as possible in the written medium as write as often as possible. *Fingers crossed* that I can keep up with my resolution.

Was I successful in my first attempt?

Restaurant review- There is bad food… and then there is “The Village”

Cross posted at mouthshut.com

Being a big time foodie and having spent more than 6 years in bangalore I have probably eaten at 100 restaurants and tried out every kind of cuisine (except probably korean and sushi). We have food delivered from different restaurants at home every week and also go out once a week to try out new places. So you can imagine the amount of eating out we do.

North Indian cuisine is made at home everyday and I also have some favorite restaurants which serve north indian cuisine and which we frequent. Moreover, one of my closest friends is a Punjabi and she makes awesome food.

So when I say I do have an idea about North Indian cuisine, I am not lying. However, I was in for a total shock altogether when we went to The Village for dinner the other day.
We actually wanted to go to H2O- the restro bar for a quiet drink and some nice buffet food but imagine our surprise when they told me that it was Ladies night and that I couldnt bring my child into the restaurant. Dudes, by ruling out kids, you are ruling out half the female population! How can you claim that it is a ladies night then?

Anyway, we decided to go upto the Village which is on the same floor and run by the same folks. Since I was very hungry, I decided to get some soup and starters quickly and then order for the main course.

I ordered the tomato mint shorba and some panneer and mushroom starters. The mushroom was really good, succulent and had been marinated really well. The panneer wasnt well cooked and one could taste the masala only on the outside. On biting into the panneer it tasted… well bland.
The disaster of the day however, was the shorba. It was tasting neither of tomato nor of the pudina. It was just chilli powder mixed into boiling water. Horrible was not the word for it. Even the most amateur of all cooks would have done a better job of it.

We then ordered some veg makhanwala and dal bukhara to go with some tandoor rotis, missi rotis and kulchas.
the veg makhanwala was just some red gravy which had been cooked separately and the veggies and the panneer tossed into it at the last minute. The veggies were almost raw and it was as if we were eating some parboiled vegetables. It had not even been left to simmer in the gravy so as to absorb the masalas.

I am a big fan of dal makhani and have made it myself on several occasions to rave reviews. I love to order it at every restaurant we go to, and till date I think Sahib Sindh Sultan does a very good job of it. But this went beyond my imagination. It was so bad, the dal was undercooked, I think i got whole pepper seeds in my mouth while I was taking a spoonful of the dal. There was no sign of the creamy, buttery feel in the mouth when one usually eats this dal.

The rotis were a bigger disaster. The size of tandoori rotis are usually standard in all restaurants. So are missi rotis. There are usually the size of a small plate or a side plate as we would call it. But these were the size of naans which were then cut into two and served to us. It meant that we had a huge plate of rotis staring at us… and unless we were sumo wrestlers, there was no way we could have finished what was served to us.
Moreover, the prices were way too high for food of this quality. I have eaten much better food at restaurants with better ambience at half the cost…
All i would like to say is please dont visit this restaurant even if the pay you to eat there….

Lets behave like mature adults

Fellow Indians… we are humans first, Indians next, hindus and muslims much later…

I dont think a 60 by 40 sq ft land in Ayodhya can determine the place where God resides. Werent we the ones who were taught by our parents and grandparents that God is everywhere? That he/she/they  is/are watching us wherever we are? Then how can we say that a small piece of land can hold God- be it the Hindu or the Muslim God- when he/she/they own us and the land we are living on? Are we saying that He/ She/They who created this universe, this world, these billions of people are actually fighting among each other for this small piece of land? Isnt that the funniest and most ridiculous story you have ever heard?

We are humans… have you seen the person next to you? Muslims, Hindus, Christians, Sikhs, Jews, Parsis… how do they differ from each other apart from their beliefs? Beliefs that they themselves have created… made divisions within themselves and called themselves by different names just to prove that they are different from the other groups?

Lets grow up people. Are we children who  fight among each other for a piece of chocolate? Is this piece of land going to determine how we behave with each other?

Can we not treat this as another piece of land… and respect the decision of the court whatever it is? How does it matter really whether there is a temple or a mosque there? Arent they both places of worship? Arent they both places where you go with the hope of meeting God, the same God who made you?

Now that the Ayodhya verdict is out the and land is to be divided into 3 parts among the Hindus and the Muslims (just like a mother would divide a chocolate into 3 to give it to 3 fighting children), can we accept this decision and take our share and build whatever we want over it? Respect the other person’s land and dont go rampaging over it? Is that what you would do to a neighbors house? Would you go romping and destroying his house just because you want a part of it?

In the normal civilised world, you would respect that this neighbor has lawfully bought this land and is the rightful owner and keep to your property.We still live in this normal civilised world, people! Lets take the land that has been allotted to us and be happy that our neighbor has a piece of his own.

Please lets be Indians first! Lets prove to all those detractors all over the world that we are indeed a secular country and we respect every religion and the people of every religion.

Lets be humans first and prove to the universe and God- the same one we are fighting over that he should be disappointed with us, we will live in harmony and respect another human whatever his class, creed, color, race maybe.

Lets be united and come together to fight the greater issues that ail society- poverty, illiteracy, poor health and other things that will help us rise and make us a great country- and make it the country where people come to pursue their dreams, where freedom is valued and each person is allowed to live the way they want to live…

Meter Jam… what a liberating experience

Yay! I participated in the "Meter Jam" initiative today. And let me tell you, our freedom fighters must have had very similar emotions to what I am feeling right now when we achieved Independance… its soooo liberating!

For those of you who dont know what Meter Jam is, its an initiative taken by Bangaloreans to avoid commuting by autorickshaws today. Why you ask? Because autorickshaw drivers in Bangalore are akin to the Britishers in the 1900’s. They believe they rule the roads of Bangalore, are tyrannical,rude and think that they can quote any fare they like and the commuter has no option but to pay it.

Yes, there are many auto guys who are polite, take you to where you want to go and not charge extra- but believe me they are a minority. Of Course, Bangalore auto drivers are nothing compared to Chennai auto drivers. However, for those living in Bangalore, travelling by an auto can be a nightmare on most days. To add to that, the auto fares have been hiked and its almost impossible to take an auto to work everyday, if unfortunately, you cant avail of office transport.

To come to the point, Bangaloreans decided that enough is enough! Today we will not be subjected to the tyranny of auto drivers and will take a bus or other forms of transport. BMTC too came out in strong support and decided to ply more buses to take the commuters to their destinations.

Whether this initiative is a success or not remains to be seen tomorrow, however, I can tell you that the experience was very good. I didnt have to wait for more than 5 minutes for a bus, the buses were fairly less crowded, conductors were polite and we reached our destination in no time- probably because there were so many lesser auto rickshaws lying on the roads.

Meter Jam zindabad! Taanashaahi nahi chalegi!

C25K… here I come!

I have always struggled with weight issues. I was never slim to begin with, have a slow metabolism rate and have always had to diet.
Moreover, I hate exercise and love to eat! All in all a disastrous combination when it comes to having an ideal weight. From the time I was about 13, I have overweight. The only time I came close to my ideal weight of 55kgs was when just before I got married.

I didnt diet then because I was getting married- I knew P for 8 years before that and he had seen me in all sizes to even bother. I found a room mate who had the same issues and I did and agreed to be partner in crime. Hence, I tried and lost a lot of weight with just 20 minutes of exercise everyday and a strict- no carbs at night, no fat, no sweet diet.

However, after I got married, the partner in crime disappeared and was replaced by a pizza eating, dessert gobbling giant of a husband who wasnt enthusiastic about my weight loss endeavors at all- coz it meant that he would not have company in his eating adventures. So out went my weight loss/ maintenance plans and in came binging.

Thats been my story till I had my baby and put on a whopping 18kgs mainly because of the 2 month bed rest that I had to go through because of complications during pregnancy. I am still struggling to lose a lot of that weight plus the extra that I gained before I got pregnant. So that means I need to lose 15kgs before I reach that magic 55 figure.

Like I said before, I am not an exercise person and hate to do any kind of stretching or walking. I can do all the housework, but cant move my butt for some exercise.

However, I am going to attempt to now, and the reason I am even blogging about it is to help me keep track of my efforts. I have started on the C25K program today. I managed about 18 minutes of the walking and running routine. I hope to keep up and gain more stamina as the days go by. Please wish me luck!

My little baby is walking… yay!

Tiny, baby steps…. 10 or so and then plonk…. she sits down. Its cute to watch her learn to walk… and awesome to learn that the wee little one is on her way to becoming independant.

I love this stage of hers… she is learning to talk, she is learning to walk… she is learning to become a person of her own…. Awesome!

Mommy guilt and how it affected me

It is easy to offer advice to new mothers about how they should let their children be, not feel bad if something goes wrong while parenting and not obsess over a child being a finicky eater. I have done all this and more. I believed that I was the sane one among this whole melee of paranoid mothers. I often resolved never to be obsessive over my child’s behavior and was sure I would earn the tag of the most chilled our parent ever!

I never wanted to be a mother initially. Right from the time I was in college, I was sure I would never want a child and would instead do something to serve the country, join an NGO, perhaps. Like the two were mutually exclusive! However, like they say, you can go ahead and plan your life… but life always has other plans.

The body clocked chimed and I became pregnant. After a myriad complications I managed to deliver a healthy baby. I could talk about guilt creeping in right after my 4th month of pregnancy when I was diagnosed with a separated placenta and struggled to keep my baby alive to when I had to opt for a C-Sec because the contractions came in too fast and one on top of the other while the baby had still not descended.

However, none of these seemed significant when compared to the mother of all Mommy guilts- one that arises from breastfeeding issues. I had read up all about the benefits of breastfeeding while I was pregnant apart from the intense research that I had done on the pregnancy and related complications. What I didn’t research upon was about issues related to breastfeeding – because you know, I had these huge melons for breasts and I possibly couldn’t have any issues breastfeeding my child. In fact, I had told my employer that I would need that extra leave just to ensure that the baby was breastfed for as long as possible since I wanted her/him to get the best nutrition possible.

After the first few hours of delivery, when the lactation nurse came to help me feed her for the first time, Lil Princess latched on beautifully. It didn’t seem to be an issue at all. I was through all my troubles and complications, I exclaimed in relief. But the issues began from that night onwards. Lil Princess wouldn’t sleep at night and she kept crying. I tried to feed her and had to keep calling the nurses to help her latch on. She still wouldn’t sleep or stop crying. When she finally slept early in the morning, I was exhausted and weeping. “What went wrong?” I thought. Then came the comments and brickbats. “Oh! May be you don’t have enough milk that’s why she can’t sleep”. That was the constant refrain whenever the child kept crying even after I had finished feeding her. What nobody told me and I was too much in pain and too exhausted to find out was that the milk doesn’t come in until the 3rd day when you have a C-Section and until then the baby is okay with surviving on colostrum. What I was also not told was that some babies don’t sleep at night after birth. In fact, like the Lil Princess some babies may go up to a month or more of not sleeping at night and instead prefer to snooze during the day.

I came back home from the hospital, and instead of encouraging me, some members from my family only made fun of my inability to feed her. The emotional trauma probably contributed in a big way to the fact that my milk supply was affected. I was feeding her all the time and yet, she never seemed to be full. We had to resort to feeding her formula. I was devastated. What was I doing wrong? Was I a bad mother? Why wasn’t she getting her fill? Did I eat something wrong/ didn’t eat enough during pregnancy because of which she wasn’t getting any milk? Apart from sleep deprivation, since she was awake all night and I couldn’t sleep much during the day, all these and thousand other questions kept filling my mind day in and day out. I went into post partum depression, a condition I did not recognise then, but do now. I was crying all the time. My temper reached unimaginable levels to the extent that I was often pulling at my hair and flinging things across the room.

Then, I remembered how I had met a gynecologist who was also a lactation consultant earlier during my pregnancy. I decided to go to her almost 20 days after my delivery. Her soothing voice, calming words and ability to put you at ease and make you feel good, made me feel like I could do it again. I could feed my baby and do away with the “evil” formula. I did encounter success for another month or so, before Lil Princess started behaving very strangely. After feeding 24/7 from me, she actually started refusing the breast. She didn’t want to feed from me anymore. Then after several struggles and bouts of frustration and depression I finally switched over to formula in her 5th month. I couldn’t do it anymore. I couldn’t face her refusals, my struggles to calm her down and force feed her, the crying that ensued afterward. I had tried enough and for mine and her emotional health it was better this way.

However, the worst part of it all were the comments I got from strangers “Why aren’t you feeding her mother’s milk?” they asked me. When I told them that it was mostly because she wasn’t interested anymore, they smirked and said it was because I wanted the convenient way out. How can formula be more convenient than breastfeeding, I ask? The washing of the bottle, the sterilizing, the boiling of water, the expenses involved. Why would I choose all these over breastfeeding? Those comments, those funny stares I got from people, my own overwhelming feeling of guilt, all these increased my PPD and I was mostly miserable until Lil Princess was 8 months old. It was only after she became more interactive, mobile and more responsive that I started enjoying my own baby. Until then all I had, was intense mommy guilt and the feeling of how I shouldn’t have had a baby because I was incapable of taking care of her- as if taking care meant only breastfeeding.

I still do suffer from mommy guilt several times. She is a very picky eater- “am I not feeding her what she likes, the right stuff?”, She has an extreme case of stranger anxiety- “I should take her out more, I should get out and socialize more so she can have more friends” and many such instances which make me feel guilty.

However, now no more! I am through with mommy guilt, well most of it at least. And when I read this, I was sure I am doing the right thing in channelizing my attention and energies into something else- like gardening, baking and writing. I feel better now, much much better.