Looking at my blog, one might feel that all I am interested or concerned about in life is food. Well, there are other things that I am concerned about, but I agree food somehow tops the list. I had a terrible dry cheese sandwich this afternoon for lunch, thanks to the bus strike in Leuven. One could clearly see it on my face that I was not at all happy and satisfied with my lunch. I am aware of the fact that large number of people in this world, including in my country do not get one meal a day. I am not criticizing the food, I value food and I am grateful for what I get. But I like to feel good with my food. Ok, enough of food talks.
The class this morning, another theory, another professor, yet another classroom and yes me sitting in the class dozzing in and out of the discussions. I am there and very next moment I am not there. I think some of my classmates have already recognized my mental status but I am afraid that today's professor could see me yawning a couple of times. That doesn't feel nice. I kept wondering about things that I need to take care of. These included some important phone calls back home, some critical follow-ups in financial matters, some emails that I needed to respond to and off course the big question about accommodation in Nijmegen. The class on reference manager could barely make any difference in my disinterest. But I was thrilled to receive a confirmation of my professor's visit to Leuven. I am really looking forward to it. Next week, a very close friend of mine is going to come over and stay with me in Leuven for four days and I can not hide my excitement about it. We have so much to catch up on and she has to teach me how to make salads and I have to teach her how to make dal. To add to it all, on Sunday the 24th, I am meeting four of my close friends from Amsterdam in Brussels. I am so lucky to have such wonderful people around me. These are the friends who make the life livable inspite of all the hardships. Even my classmates now, though we know each other only for a few weeks, are already trying to reach out to each other and help. 2row we all are meeting for dinner and I am sure it is going to be fun.
I walked home through a beautiful park, need to figure my way there alone as today I was guided by someone. But I liked the park, it reminded me of the forest around the lake of meer en vaart in Amsterdam. I was wondering what to cook for dinner and then somehow I felt inspired to cook dal and rice. In only an hour, I cooked perfect rice and amazingly tasty dal. Well most indian women probably will cook 3 or 4 more dishes in one hour for family of four. But given my limited cooking ability and energy, I was impressed with myself. I was so inspired by the cooking that I took pictures and here they are for the world to see. 'my dal and rice', a photographic evidence. The fact that I felt like cooking makes me happy as they could be very early symptoms of return of general interest and zest in life. It is like daffodils coming out after cold winter and you know the spring is not far. I ate my dinner 'zen' way, feeling each grain and each ingredient. I do want to feel alive again, I do want to be that blade of grass which peeps out of its bulb once the slow melts away. I want to bloom into flowers and i want to smile at the world.
The church bells are telling me that it is 9pm, time for me to go to bed.
Good night.
No comments:
Post a Comment