Now you could plan it out, write it down & measure it or it could be completely unexpected or it could be something in between, but in either case I often look at Change as an event, a noun which occurs at discrete points in time. And almost every time I do, it's never fun. Either I'm extremely upset about it(like when there's no oregano topping with my Pizza) or even if I'd planned it, it's never mind-blowingly awesome, coz well... it was planned!
With these thoughts in mind, as I sat typing & waiting for my favorite breakfast (steaming aloo parathas), I looked over my shoulder to see that the folks at the counter were furiously packing some parathas in silver foil and I was thinking 'how much longer?'. Exactly then, I'm served with my breakfast, just that, it wasn't what i'd ordered. Turns out my parathas are now on their way to Indiranagar & I've been served with a bowl of steaming poha! Lemme describe it.
A western Indian dish made from soaked flattened rice, potatoes & diced onions, lightly spiced with salt n chilly, garnished with coriander, groundnuts and sev and sprinkled with a dash of lemon for that extra zing, it is lighter than air and legend has it that its aroma can melt the hearts of the strongest of Maratha warriors. When I taste it, I feel safe, I feel that all is well with the world and I'm reminded of all things noble and kind and beautiful. I'm no match to it's powers.
I know I started writing about Change. Maybe my next post should be about 'Focus'.
