Dull and melanchonic

A blank mind,Diwali due tomorrow,away from home,gooey and mushy Diwali videos buzzing the social news feed,missing out on a big day like the festival of lights.

A big celebration,a week of festivities,the joy,overcrowded markets,diyas,candles,shopping frenzy,clothes,dry-fruits,gifts,crackers and the Lakshmi Pooja.

A week away from home,family and loved ones,a week away from life.

What's Cookin?

At college,when counterparts used to mention cooking as a hobby,the image used to be 'Wow! That guy can cook'.Although,I also could cook basic food essentials like Maggi/tea/coffee which happen to comprise my evergreen *balanced diet*,never thought I am worthy enough to be called a cook.

Cooking has always meant being able to make dishes which are Mexican,American,Indonesian,other country's staples,anything but definitely nothing Indian.No!Not even Chinese.Everyone can get Schezwan noodles from around the corner,boil them,add silly taste-makers and gloat over being a Chinese chef.For heaven's sake,even I can cook Top Ramen,Yippie or the Atta noodles,but that does not make me a Chef.

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Cooking is an art.It is about bringing new twists to the same plain sandwich by trying new ingredients and sauces to make it taste better.Readying the same salad everyday with the same fruits and vegetables doesn't make cooking your hobby because you don't seem to love the possibilities that might make the food better.It's a task best left to Chefs who are qualified to create new combinations.

Still,I try hard to understand what lies behind people claiming how much they love cooking.On the contrary,the definition has it that getting something to eat,made with hands can be called cooking.

But is it so simple,yet shallow that it can be described in few words?

I think not.

The incomplete article

Writing begins with slight brooding,a small thought, generally a small sentence finding relevance in the world around.I write it down on phone or laptop.The plan,always is to elaborate and mould it such that it materializes into substantial content.80 percent times,the objective fails miserably.

It is exasperating that the strategy doesn't function after blogging the very first phrase of the very short sentence,one has in mind.Paragraph is a very big deal,the creativity doesn't shape up properly in the starting alone.

As a kid,it used to be easy to describe a small topic and detailing the intricacies,a cakewalk.Now,it is different.It is tiresome.

Has the mind become sluggish,dull and languid?

Of-course it has.

The question,however is,am I the only one suffering or somebody else too?

Till then,respect for the warmth with which you read my incomplete articles.

Reader's Choice

Reading something other than fiction can be stressful.Actually,it depends on choice.I can't digest non-fiction if it is more than one page.It is not boring,yet not too invigorating.It is still better to read a proportionate mix of fiction and non-fiction.Paulo Coelho,adept at creating such reading material,is very deep.If one strenuously,understands and goes by his words,the world creates a new definition for itself.

Although dull,as 'I' particularly like to call them,the philosophies,autobiographies,journals have the potential togrow our brain,present us with fresh perspectives and make us well-acquainted with depth.

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Being 'so'-aware of how good,the things we dislike are,we turn a blind-eye to what is important.Is that what human nature is all about?Being aware of what is correct and still going on to do the incorrect thing?

Having said that,I am still not sure whether I'll even consider reading anything apart from fiction.

No offence anybody.

Is it cold?

The point behind writing 'Snippets' is to write regularly,and if possible,everyday.The world looks stagnant.The weather's getting cold.Carrying a stole has become a must.Fans are no longer operational.It is turning cold.

Mid October and it's hard to get out of bed.It's gloomy and dormant.Running less on hope and awaiting a miracle that might elongate the stay back here.The deciding day has materialized.The last month has toppled the world upside-down.The monotony has been overcome by daily summons.Input was provided.The quality could have been better even though perfection is a myth.

One doesn't have much in hands.It's tough here.Cloaked in cozy cocoons,we've let the time pass.Now,the cloaks are not here.They have disappeared like the spilling water out of a fallen glass.There,but not meant for you.

It looks cold.

Is it cold?

Or is it another insightful mind,fantasizing?