weekly post

what a fun weekend this was! the house was full and merry with our guests from Ottawa, in the name of Nuit Blanche, AYE! I revert to my obsessive self of cleaning the house like i was possessed and of cooking with a blaring image in my head of my mother's legendary lunch/dinner spreads. So I've come to terms with the fact that although I'll never be able to equal her energy and expertise in the culinary field, I do manage to hold my own. The husband for one, seems to look prosperous I'm told, and I take that as a good sign of my culinary efforts!

So we lounged and talked and laughed and giggled. We seemed to be stuck on to the Hindi channels having submitted ourselves unintentionally to a marathon of Hindi movies. As a direct result of such endeavors, we found ourselves discussing Bollywood couples, Bipasha Basu's dimpled knees (yes nabarun,it's there, u might as well admit it!) which eventually led us two women to discuss a sense of constant longing for the mother land. How despite all it's socio-economic issues, it still works. For all the first world-ness this country holds, sometimes the whole idea of so much structure is downright depressing. I guess it's an inheritance of wanting the unpredictability of a developing nation.. where everything seems to be in constant motion of either an effort to get better, or just incessant repetition, but it somehow serves to make you feel like you are part of this big change, a part of the evolving system. Maybe I just miss my country and love it for all that it is, and all that it is not. Just like any other kind of love.

I strayed into an Indian store where i go to do laundry here, and found green chillies. The kind we get back in India. I don't think I've ever felt happier looking at that shade of green, those sizes of chillies, knowing exactly what they do to pep up my Indian soul. The guy at the counter had this wry smile, which made me suspect that my elation was not the first of its kind. Green chillies.. whoever thought they'd only be available at far flung Indian stores and not at every nook and corner of every street? i suppose I did take it for granted, like a few other things on my grocery list.

So the weekend came to an end and we went back to the spaces we'd chosen and created of work, home, street, city and country. Till that time comes when we make different choices, you know where to find me.