i drowned my scrubber…

It has been a month at Lille, I feel my cooking skills are improving every day , I owe it to my friend’s who keep repeating it , but I doubt it after I burnt a pizza, spilt milk, over cooked my eggs all the same day.  I landed with a pile of unwashed dishes on my sink  left there for the rest of the week making me smell like a chicken that had escaped half way through an indian curry.

Six in the in morning of what looked like a good day (weather forecast on my laptop) I decided to clean my stinking sink, half way through the half-hearted task I felt it slipping away from my fingers in to the water, the grogginess of my eyes made the search in the murky water impossible, and by the time water drained off my sink, I realised I had drowned my scrubber.

new year with puliogare…

it was a paste, but i spent a week learning how to make it…. i do not understand…. it is the rice that is the problem…. i did all that i used to do… i did it for almost a week…i double checked the ratio, left it in half the heat for five minutes but even then they were fat, sticky and watery….it reminded me of the first time i attempted a more complicated version of it…

more worse it was the new year eve and we had a guest :’(

But then the girl next door came to my aid and made me do it all over again in her style, at least this time they were not sticky and a lot more appetising… mixed with the ready-made powder we made puliogare with fried eggs and potatoes for the new year eve party…

expressive signatures…

Off late people have started being creative with the signatures on their e-mails. They try to convey a message through a carefully selected quote. I come across many such signatures through my club (Chennai Trekking Club) e-mails ranging from outright funny to thought-provoking quotes.  The signature of one of the members, whom I have found very helpful in our treks together, attracted me this morning.

“I shed my inhibitions, my fears, I traveled light.

I traded my stock options for a lonely planet, my cell phone for a compass.

My briefcase for a backpack. I took off.

I wandered in the company of tourists, revelers & a guitar as old as me.

I learned that people are good. Strangers are fascinating.

And that every journey reveals another.

I’ve lost track of time.

And perhaps my job, my apartment & my fiancé.

But I have my compass & I know it’s pointing me in the right direction.”

 

With my own humble message on my signature being “you can plant trees, but you can not create forests” I was out-right impressed with such expressive lines challenging the secure, reserved attitude of people who still consider travelling and exploring a waste of time. Curiosity and my beloved Google led me in to the fact that this was once seen in an advertisement published in a popular magazine for the fairer ones. I remember having seen one more set of lines which a bulleteer has proudly quoted on his web space, I will come back with it very soon.

top slip trek…

Gandhi Jayanti week end, perfect 3 days for trek. So I was at Top slip trekking among wild animals, leeches and members of CTC.

 read more at http://sathitharan.wordpress.com/my-trek-log/top-slip-varagalilar-perungundru/

nagala- a trek with children…

Last weekend I was on a trek with 25 underprivilaged children from Royapuram Boys’ home, Chennai. My other treks game me a sense of achievement, but this trek showed me the meaning of giving back to the society.

Follow the link to know more on the trek http://sathitharan.wordpress.com/my-trek-log/nagala-a-trek-with-children/