“good morning mam -I want to talk to sanisoft”
“yes, tell me”
“I want to talk to sanisoft”
“I am CEO SANIsoft” “you can talk to me”
“I am a BE computer science engineer” “ I want work”
“do you know PHP”
“Ye, I am studying in PHP”
“What is PHP”
“its a program mam”
“Sorry,we dont have an opening for you”
“why?”
At which point, I just kept the phone down!!!! May be, I should have called the candidate for an interview!
I don’t know why taking Citizine makes me so sleepy!!! All doctors say its a drug that *does not* induce sleep. It must be me!!!
Winter is over and the heat is increasing every passing day, its fall -a season that comes loaded with allergens. I can almost feel the allergies coming. Hope the homeopathy I took will help keep them at bay.
This season also brings memories of studying for exams; sipping fresh orange juice; staying overnight at friends on pretext of studying and gossiping through the night. Unfortunately this year the one thing out of the thee listed is also not possible – the orange crop has been completely spoiled. At a place where the mondhas (heaps) of orange on the road side were common place, with vendors selling them for Rs5/- a dozen- and good ones at that, I bought Nagpur mandarin oranges (dehydrated looking) for Rs.40/- a dozen. Sad state of affairs!!
As if that was not enough, the newspaper bought another distressing news as well – 18 tigers in Ranthambore are missing -that makes the missing tigers count to 36!! 18 tigers were reported missing from Sariska earlier this month. I hope the tiger census at other places around the country does not bring similar news. Something seriously needs to be done about this magnificent animal!!
Restless today, nothing has happened, nothing unusual since morning -am listening to good music, but mind is still wandering -restless, cant sit at a place, cant concentrate on work!!
perhaps its just PMS
No dis-respect to our national anthem, but this is too cute. You teach a child of three/four our national anthem and this is the result – he grabs the tune perfectly rest you just have to listen.
i laughed so much my eyes started watering.
Bakr Id today – had a lovely feast for lunch and am making Biryani for Dinner -all those who can come home before it gets over are invited.
Whats new about the new year? The first hour? The day? the month? or the entire year?
I got up today with a feeling of “impending doom”, perhaps as a result of the events of past few days.
Looking behind, I realise I cooked better this year – good enough to document so thats on personal growth front 😉
Restarted sitar lessons and having an ustad for a teacher makes all the difference in the learning – I feel more confident of playing now than I ever did. My teacher, Ustad Nasir Khan, is a renowned sitar player himself and comes from a family renowned of musicians -his father, Ustad Hamid Khan was a well known Sarangi player. He teaches me not just how to play Sitar but also the finer nuances of music and sitar itself.
The house is getting painted, garden floor renewed and we have a new studio. All this renovation work should be over in another week’s time.
While the painters had taken over the house yesterday, I was outside on the road and at a distance saw some girls playing gulli cricket. Now, watching boys playing gulli cricket is very common but girls? It turns out that all the girls were friends of one of our neighbours and are CA students. These 19-20 year olds were not at all shy playing cricket in full view of the colony and happily posed as I clicked some snaps
The same evening I passed one of the busy streets of town and saw a crowd of engineering college kids quietly urging denizens of nagpur to shun from celebrating loudly while a reasonably large part the world of the world witnessed a such a huge tragedy less than a week back. I am sure such demonstrations happened in other parts of country and world as well.
While most people call today’s youngsters irresponsible and impulsive, it made me proud to see the these engineering college kids showing sensitivity and empathy to the pain of people they have never met.
Found this on the net today and I am going to make it as accompaniment with Alu ka paratha for Saturday Lunch
Mirchi Ka Salan
Ingredients
1/2 lb. green chillies, large and long
1 lb. onions, sliced
1 tsp cumin seeds
2 tsp ginger garlic paste
1/4 tsp turmeric powder
1 tsp powdered bayleaf
1/2 cup thick tamarind juice
Salt to taste
Roast and powder the following:
4 tsp sesame seeds
4 tsp khus-khus (poppy seeds)
2 tsp coriander seeds
2 tbsp peanuts
1/4 coconut scraped
1 tsp salt
Method
1. To remove tartness from the chillies, immerse once or twice in boiling water, remove and strain.Pat dry.
2. Heat oil and fry the chillies till they turn white.Drain and set aside.
3. In the same hot oil,fry the cumin seeds.When they turn color, add the onion slices and fry till they become soft.
4. Now add the ginger-garlic paste and fry for a minute.
5. Add the turmeric and powdered spices and fry well stirring continuously.
6. Add the tamarind juice and simmer.
7. Add the chillies, powdered bayleaf and salt to taste.
8. Mix well and cook over a slow fire till the oil starts floating on top.
9. When cool, store in airtight containers in the refrigerator.
10. This preparation goes well with biriyani/pulao.
Aasim: “Mama I saw two Baglas (pond herons) mating today”
I: “How do you know they were mating?”
Aasim: “I know I have seen it on Nat Geo”
He then went on to describe – they mate for a very little time -few seconds and then they scream.
And we thought he does not know these things!!! Boy is growing up real fast.
Imitation is best from of ….. whatever – specially when it comes from some one who once gave a thumbs down on the very topic I chose 😉
After two days of fanatic care we lost FrostByte. It was too small to survive. It was loosing weight, developed jaundice and his breath grew laboured – the feeds we were giving perhaps did not contain the nutrients and antibodies that are necessary for such a small squirrel baby to survive.
Sunday 9.30 AM it stopped fighting for life.
We buried it in the garden while Aasim was away attending his Tabla lessons, he came back, was sad, but took it well. Since then he is placing a small flower everyday at the place where we buried FrostByte.
Today morning another baby squirrel entered our lives – this is the ninth one that has come to us and the smallest we have ever raised. Uh-Uh our first one was the smallest till date but much bigger than this one.
The eyes are not yet open, hair are sparse I am wondering if it will be able to survive at all.
He however does not seem to be in a shock – drank milk lustily has relieved itself after milk feeds. Total three feeds till now. We are giving him (yes it is a him) scalded Buffalo milk with honey at slightly higher than human body temperature -feeding by a syringe and a cut infant feeding tube and observing very strict hygiene when handling him
Peacefully curled up in Tarique’s shirt pocket, he is hating being exposed to light and cold hands.
His shouts out of resentment against light and cold are much loud for his size.
Hope the fellow survives.
Aasim came back from school and named him FrostByte after one of his UT2004 characters – “Frostbyte is strong” he says.