Guys I have been away from computer for quite long. I was quite busy with friends, who are leaving the city, and I have been deeply occupied myself, in shifting my flat. Shifted from a 2BH(D+D)K, parking, terrace flat to 1BHK, from Ghaziabad to Pandav Nagar, From UP to Delhi, from a 3 year no-contact with getting messed up in quarter a century good-for-nothing-and-disgusting-money leeching property dealers, From NH-58 to NH-24, from ground floor to second, from ample parking to no-parking, from a modest rent to high rent, from 6-18hours of electricity cut to no power cut, from further from my dreams to closer to my dreams ......


Gimme time...I'll be back...soon!

Getting around to it

When I moved into the house I live in, there was a big mirror in the bathroom that I didn't like. I didn't like the bathroom light fixtures either, but those are more of an expense, so not getting around to doing something about them was a bit more excusable. But why I lived with an ugly mirror for so long is a bit of mystery. Then again, there's a wall in my bedroom that still has the screws in it from the last owner's paintings. So, there's lots of things that I haven't gotten around to doing.

Having a house with eight rooms, two bathrooms, and a separate garage is a lot of work. And it's work that I don't do much of.

I'm used to New York City spaces. Even though I've lived up here in Maine for nearly 20 years now, I've pretty much always lived in tiny spaces, and when I lived in another large house, it was in such serious disrepair that I confined my living to two little rooms. That's what I can handle.

Don't get me wrong - I love my house. I adore the fact that I've got an entire room devoted to sewing and crafts. I love the fact that I've got a meditation/yoga room. I love that we've got two living rooms, each supposedly for different purposes. One has lots of light and the other doesn't and has a TV in it. Oh, that's called a den, isn't it? It's also the winter living room, for it's got a wood stove, and we close off half of the house for six months of the year. But right now, the entire house is open.

Yet, I wind up doing everything in the same room, for that's what I'm used to. The "specialized" rooms wind up being holding areas for supplies. They don't see the vacuum often enough, nor do the stairs, of which there are two.

Now, if you're living in a tiny space, you're probably saying to your self right now, "I wish this woman would stop complaining." I'm not complaining, really. As I said, I do love my home. I just can't quite get used to so much space, even though I've longed for this much space all my life. I have had recurring dreams for years about discovering I lived in larger quarters than I did, and before you go rushing to find the hidden meaning in those dreams, they were quite literal, for when I moved here, the dreams stopped dead. But no, I don't now have dreams of discovering I have less space, though on occasion I do wish I lived in a little one-room cabin which I could keep as neat as a pin with ease. It's hard for me. I love neatness, but I haven't a drop of OCD in me, nor do I enjoy cleaning, so I just live with feeling vaguely bothered by the stairs that needing cleaning, the screws that need to be removed from the walls, and the I-just-don't-like-it-cause-I-don't-like-oak mirror.

So, yesterday I had the brilliant idea of decoupaging the mirror. It took me almost four years to get around to making that mirror nice. The photograph above just doesn't do it justice. Perhaps I'll take a close-up some time. For your information, the stripes reflected in the mirror are not pink in real life. They are exactly the same orange as the handles of Bic disposable razors. I didn't mean that to happen, but it did. My bathroom is becoming most wacky looking, and I enjoy that. That's something great about having a large house full of rooms, for I generally prefer calm, empty spaces without much decoration, but when one can move from room to room, I can have some places where there's whimsy. I just couldn't live with it all the time. And someday I'll figure out how to keep the place as clean as I'd like it. Well, maybe.

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Thoughts on Susan Boyle and my little brush with fame

When Susan Boyle suddenly became the most watched instant celebrity on the planet, a part of me was angry. Yet another part of me was pleased, as it started a conversation about our expectations of people who are not beautiful (or even pretty) in our society's overly perfect, airbrushed and non-diverse way. Yet, I doubt any of us has learned a thing from all of what has happened.

Susan Boyle didn't win Britain's Got Talent. Ironically, a dance troupe called "Diversity" won. The ugly ducking didn't win the magic prize. Instead, she had an emotional breakdown and wound up in a clinic - "resting."

The final say was made by the British public, whom had tired of Boyle. News that she could actually swear was met with horror. People were rooting for her, but only as long as she remained "Simple Susan", a woman-child who had been done wrong by society for her looks and learning disablities, but who seemed to have absolutely no anger about her life. Sorry, but only saints would fall into the last category, and when Susan Boyle finally showed she was not a child-woman saint, and that she wasn't going to negotiate the waters of insta-fame with perfect aplomb, that was probably her downfall.

Who's going to be there for Susan now? She is a seemingly friendless, family-less 48-year-old virgin, who has led a lonely life. Word is that she cried out for her cat Pebbles when she was being taken to the hospital. The very idea of this (even if it's not true) is heart wrenching.

Fame (and the public) are fickle. Susan was adored, got too famous too quickly, and had to be taken down a peg. Looking at the video of the last performance, I wonder if she looked too good in her new gown. Would she have done better if she had showed up wearing an outfit that reminded "us" of how we first saw her? Maybe folks had stopped thinking she was such an innocent in that fancy gown.

But her breakdown reminds us that she probably was. And what will happen to her now? I can't imagine she'll go back to her quiet life. She has a recording contract. Life will now be filled with the continuing agonies of the ups and downs of fame, or perhaps no fame at all, when it is plainly obvious that is what she did want, after all.

And why do people want fame? For many, it is a form of revenge, and I think this is true for Susan, too, though I doubt we'd hear that from her lips, in spite of the fact that she can indeed curse. Susan Boyle is not the first famous person to want to prove something to all the bullies she's put up with in her life. She may have had the quickest rise to notoriety of any person, but she's not as rare a story as she may seem.

From my miniscule brush with fame at the age of 22, I can tell you that it is difficult. I had the revenge motive, undoubtedly, but the revenge was not so sweet. Suddenly having your bullies saying they were once your best friends or calling you every day is not much fun. For the sake of graciousness, you must treat them politely, while in one's head one is screaming "Fuck off! I'm no different than when you hated me!"

One time I was alone (or so I thought) in a large theater after a show. I was washing my hands when a person came up to me and started to gush - "You were so great tonight! I love you!" I thanked her, but she went on "I saw you with another band a year ago, and I thought you sucked. You've become so great!" I stood there, fuming inside. A year before this show, I played my heart out. I wasn't hired for the band this woman had just seen for my guitar abilities. I was hired as a performer. I barely played the guitar - I was supposed to act menacing and make as much noise as possible - I specialized in feedback. This was "great"?

I also remember when I was introduced to the CBS Record executive, he said right in front me that he thought I both wasn't good enough looking and didn't look like rock star material. Who talks about people like that right to their faces? People in the "industry", who see others as commodities, which in this world, they are.

This is the entertainment industry. It's a rough place. I got out quickly, for I knew it might kill me. Luckily for me, I didn't believe the love that came from fans meant anything or could make up for anything, but somehow I think Susan Boyle might. And for that, I'm scared for her. But hopefully, the worst is over for her. I certainly hope so.

Photo note: Susan Boyle in the semifinals. Even the lighting says "see what a saint she is?" C'mon folks, she was only a human being.

Coming soon. . .

I haven't had much to say, as evidenced by my lack of posts. Coming soon, hopefully, will be some images, once I figure out how to use my scanner. I've been making little collages on top of playing cards. I'm not sure if they'll scan well, for they are quite shiny. We'll see. . .

Read this first The Black Rose-I

and then this, The Black Rose-II

Ranjit was deep asleep, when he received a call.

"Rajit, Do me a favor!"

"Yeah, Maddy!"

"Please go and pluck few leaves off Gauava tree, from the tree branch dangling near your portico."

"Why the heck, at this hour? What happened?"

"Sweetheart, need a slap, or you would do it?"

Ranjit, didn't give it a second thought, since more provoking thought was the one, which made him touch his cheek. He instantly hurried and got 5 leaves.

"Yeah, Maddy Sweetie, what do I do with it?"

"Well, go to kitchen, put the sauce pan with a mug of water, wash the leaves and put it to boil, and then call me back."

He obliged, without questioning. He loved her absolutely. And she reciprocated in a more fierce manner. Slap was an integral part of their love. She never gave it up, Because he didn't want her to. It reminded them, of their love. Slap for Love. Love for Slap. Only if the whole world, could play the slap-love game, and be at peace.

"Yeah, Madame, Now?"

"Put two teaspoon of sugar in it, and let it simmer for next one minute."

"And then, add quarter to one teaspoon tea???"

"Yup! But how did you guess it?"

"Years of hardcore courting you, and over the time, learning new recipes you keep on inventing for me"

Yes. She gave him a new recipe, unheard of usually before. Once she suggested him to get a PAPAYA flavoured ice-cream for her, and when he failed, he was dilligently taught how to make it, and then get it for her. At another time, he was taught how to make 'Egg_juicy', which tasted, absolutely, superb. WHile the idea, of throwing open raw eggs in fried onions, slightly put him off. But he trusted her in these manners. And she trusted him in the rest.

"Oh! No pour it out, and squeeze half a melon, buddhu!"

"Would you like to taste it? Should I preserve it till tommorrow"

"No. You taste it, and if its good. Make it for me, when I come. The GUAVA FLAVOR TEA"




HAHAHA. SO I made this funny part up....its not the part of the main story...or any relevance. Just that, I tried this thing a week before. It was midnight, I was standing near the main gate, covered under the shade of a Guava tree. Fragrance moved me, and Tea, I can't resist. There was no milk at home. So I tried this innovative thing. Since Last one week, me and my friends have had drunk it more than a couple of dozen times. Few like it with ice-cubes.

So, you got the recipe?

I love cooking. For more exciting recipies mail me at: irajman@gmail.com

:-)