I love experimenting with food. I very rarely follow recipes to the T. I have had a few accidents and a few interesting experiences. I have had made some really good dishes along the way. Today I was bested my the humble egg. My wife loves the Indian/Masala omelette. It basically is onions and green chilly (Birds eye) whisked with egg and then cooked. I don’t mind it but I prefer the western omelette. I tried to blend both the styles today. It did not work as well as it appeared in my head. It tasted good. It had the texture of the omelette but it did not hold its shape.
There is something special about simple food. Plain rice or bread with egg. Plain rice with rasam (which is a kind of light soup). Rice with dhal (lentils). Tasty simple wholesome food.
Sometime back I put together a collection of my poems in an informal manner and called it “The road not taken” It seemed to epitomise the feeling that I had if I had taken a route more geared towards the arts than finance. My writing has always been fuelled by emotion and feeling. In hindsight I feel now that my work ate my soul up one piece at a time. Thankfully I have not lost it completely. I feel it coming back with each passing day. I am looking forward to this next chapter. Previously my work was inspired by what I can only term as my naivety of love. I was in love with the abstract concept of love and had to discover its many facets. Today I know what love is. This time my emotions have burst out not out of love but out of something primal. I have also discovered the National Novel Writing Month. I think I will take part in it. It is time that I make my characters live on pages than run around in my head.
I have been played around with the character of Raidon for quite sometime. He was a character of my imagination. I have recently come to realise that the backstory of Raiden from Mortal Kombat is very similar to my character. I do not intend that he be resigned to some part of fan fiction. I was also not aware of Mortal Kombat when I created him. I was in a role playing guild in a game called Ultima Online. It was there that I created Raidon Raikatuji. The story I intend to write will be a medieval fantasy novel. I intend to create religions and gods. I suspect that it will not have any weird life forms. I want to keep it human because I do not want to fall into the usual fantasy genre of elves, dwarves and orcs along with humans and halflings. As much as possible I do not want to fall into the trap of falling into the D&D mould of having one warrior, one thief, one magician, one healer and one ranger. Though I think that this will be a difficult one to break. 1,667 words per day. It will not be easy but it should be interesting.
We went to a farmer’s market today. It was bright and sunny but there was a slight nip in the air. Out of nowhere a huge gust of wind blew in and nearly swept me away. For a moment I was glad that I put on that extra weight. There was genuine panic among the farmers there. For them their livelihood was literally nearly blown away by the wind. My wife grew some vegetables recently and I saw the love and care she put into it and those veggies were some of the best I have ever had. I can only imagine what trouble they would have gone through. Our farmers need our support. This should be done directly as much as possible. There are things there that are really good and is a great value for money. There are others that are more expensive but you can taste the difference. Among other things we bought some pumpkins. I have never liked pumpkins but she says that she can prepare it in such a way that I will like it. I am keeping at open mind. I hope the quality of the produce combined with the skill of wife’s culinary abilities will make me a convert.
Words fail me with every passing day,
Forgotten like the gods of old.
In distant corners of my mind they stay,
Waiting to come forth and be told.
A sabbatical of a shemitah I have taken,
Now I am a debtor no longer,
All my burdens have fallen,
Now the spring starts stronger.
Dark melodies flood my mind,
The water of life flows inside.
Who knows which sea my words will find,
Meandering words again ride.
I came across a beautiful poem by Sneha called Curse to you. It moved me and resonated to me like no poem has ever done in a long time. The rawness of the emotions is just brilliant. I felt guilty initially that I loved it. I felt guilty that there are at least 50 people that I want to send this poem too. I questioned whether I am a good Christian. After all did not Jesus say to turn the other cheek? Everyday when I say the Lord’s pray I sincerely pray that I will be able to forgive those that sin against me. I am reminded of the Psalms. The Psalms is more than a book of poetry. Psalm 69 is a cry for help. Even more it is brutal in the way the curses are made. There is hope in both these poems. Those that vindicate will be brutally punished.
Filed under Poetry, Prayer
Lately I have been trying to reconcile various aspects of my faith. I have been following two different daily readings and prayers. I have found that one focuses more on the personal and the other on the community of Christians. We had a prayer 24+ in our church. We had 30 hours of continuous prayer. That provided a nice impetus for me to start praying daily. I have come to realise the benefits of prayer. It calms me. The more I pray the more I realise that I end up praying for others more than I do for myself.
I have come to realise that it is better to be a good Christian than a good follower of a denomination. To become a Christian you have to believe that you have sinned and Christ died to save you from your sins. You also should be baptised at some point in your life based on your conviction. Everything else is doctrinal or theological beliefs.
In this world there are only four people that I would ask to pray. I believe that they pray in sincerity. They pray faithfully. They have the gift of prayer. I believe that through their prayers God will do what is best for me even if it means that my prayers are not answered in the way that I hoped. They are special people. I have learnt a lot from their life. Each one of them have a different method and style of praying.
I have found myself asking them to pray for me. The more I contemplated and the more I prayed the more I found that I felt comfortable in praying Novenas. The basis of my faith is rock solid. Anything above that is doctrinal and theological. To me there is no difference in asking a friend of mine to pray for me and going to him and giving him a gift and saying a Novena and then going to a church dedicated to that saint and giving an offertory. The only sign of life is change. I like examining my beliefs from time to time. It is only then that I can know where I stand in my faith.