Winter woes

For some winter is fun and frolic; for a handful it heralds a whole lot of miseries. 

Like an annual ritual we have started baking cakes as the year is closing and the new one is yet to begin. The daily dietary plans have also gone haywire. All the meal servings are accompanied by dollops of butter and ghee. Rupesh ( once upon a time ; a strict vegetarian) is savouring roasted chicken and grilled fish. He calls it 'evolution '. Oh my mine! Come what may, I can never provide him a company in this enriched endeavour.

Alas! He is also down with a not so serious cold. Days are ok but nights he has to spend coughing. How much I want to help him out? I have tried all dadi maa ke nuskhe ( adding Laung, illaichi, adrak,cinnamon, salt, honey, black pepper to tea in all possible combinations and permutations). 

Our driver suggested munching roasted ginger whereas one Mrs Mishra suggested eating roasted cardamom with honey. My maid guaranteed success with tulsi leaves added to tea. Another neighbour brought roasted turmeric sticks for him. Whole lot of advices from all and sundry!

Mummy has recommended warm milk with Kali mirch at bed time for his nocturnal cough and tenacious sputum. She believes that these home remedies give promising results where the modern medicine fails. 

Let us see...

For me nothing is more delicious than a cup of tea with ginger and tulsi.

What is driving me crazy is that the sole tulsi plant we have has dried. But yes I can see some green leaves in another pot which resemble tulsi but smells a bit different. Oh my god! My nose has also choked!

Pondering post-party

I am not exactly a party buff. But social compulsions can not be ignored at times. So I had decided to attend at least one per month. This is important because you need to make your presence felt just to satisfy the egoes of some biggies. One great lady whom I (secretly) admire (...) justified her continued presence at the get - togethers despite her extremely busy schedule (because of the allegation thrown at the working women "pata nahi kyaa samajhti hai apne aaap ko, naukri wali hai!!!").

So I had made it a point to make myself available at some social events (read: ego massage acts, as named by some veterans).

Blood donation camps are okay. The group is congenial and then you get to know various interesting people apart from the learned members of your team. The cause is worth emulating every where else. It's a judicious use of time and energy we all put into this noble endeavour together.

Then one day I got an invitation for a garden party just to mark the closure of the current year and there was an added break to boost my culinary competence. So this opportunity accompanied with the bonus of learning to cook exotic eatables made myself stand on my feet defying the harsh winter (invisible) sun 😝😝😝.

I reached pretty early and was well received by the host. It was then when I bumped into this actress of yore and said hello to her. I was cut short to be followed immediately by a curt dismissive shrug and a comment ' who .. you?'.

On reminding her who I am and that we met last week in a similar event, she growled that she had a memory too short to remember me and in a hush hush rushed back.

"Oho auntie..... Please don't get me wrong. How much do I want to help you? To come out of your poor state of dementia! God forbid if in the next meeting you forget your own name too!!! 

After all you are not "naukri waali"."How many youngsters have you met in a week's time and how many new cell numbers you have saved during this last week?

But some good things have happened to me after your episode:

1. I will never get a global hair color ( who knows might be linked with forgetfulness).

2. I have totally given up the idea of socialising with you and likes.

3. I have to get back to my unfinished tasks as soon as possible...

4. I shall never flaunt my overseas visit ( reason: revert to point number 1).

Of all my ill feelings and a spoiled mood with which I was left thereafter I have forgiven you.

But the point to pinned is 'forgetfulness '. Forgetfulness/ dementia is a disorder ranging from mild confusion to serious memory lapses. For more details watch out the space in my medical blog!

Nevertheless this disdain and derision drives us ( youngsters) away from your conclaves. It is the primary reason which you should know. 

For us the youngsters who are not afraid of speaking out our mind, I devote a quote ( to which I suppose our generation agrees and acts). Tomorrow will be ours and to have a niche in our hearts you better mend your ways!