Many people I know make a list of what they want to do and work accordingly, what do we call them? Ah, yes meticulous planners! (such people do still exist). I always think of planning and have fervently tried making such list without any success. And when I don't stick to such plans, I try to rationalize my laziness (or thoughtfulness) saying that I am must be destined to do better things!
But there are few wishes that are buried deep inside you and silently without any conscious effort you work on them. Am I right? It could be anything very silly like most of my wishes or very serious.So I do have a handful of wishes. Yeah, I am not being modest. :)
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| One of my wishes! Yet to unfold :) |
So this is about one such wish whose seeds were planted in my mind?? or heart??or may be both !!from the time I was some single digit old. Like Chetan Bhagat had mentioned (or ridiculed) in Two States that Tamilians are obsessed with The Hindu.Uff, not the religion but the newspaper!
True, from the time I was studying 3rd-4th standard till I finished school, I do not remember a day where I did not read The Hindu and I had/have my own style reading it. Only, I can come up with such stuff. Sorry, Did I say only me? Not at all, I do know some one who does it the same way. My style, as I call it, is reading the paper starting from the sports column which is the last page. Only then do I have the satisfaction of reading a newspaper.
So what happened after school? Actually the television media took over the print media temporarily (for me at least) from the time I was in 8th or 9th and moved on to become my only source of new when I entered college. I was fascinated, inspired by them and the charm is wearing slowly even as I write this post. But my love for The Hindu has just grown stronger. Thanks to my two years of post-graduation where I did not have the luxury of television.
Ok now I have tried to establish my love for this newspaper where does my wish come here? I have always had this silly but ever hopeful wish to see my name printed in The Hindu. One of my friend had mocked saying that your name would come in the paper but only in obituary column and sadly you would not be alive to see it. I did feel slightly crestfallen hearing that.
This morning I called that friend to ask her to check The Metro plus (a supplement of The Hindu) and she did when I was still speaking to her over the phone. She offered her congratulations and wow. I was kind enough to return my thanks but also added that its unfortunate isn't it that it is not the obituary column. It was my idea of sweet revenge and she was dumb folded. May be I was rude.
So here is the link to my recipe that was published in The Hindu. Yey! I was ecstatic to see my name printed and even foolishly thought my life can end today which I think must be the side-effect of watching too many melodramatic movies.
I sent this recipe a long time back and never expected it to be published today. Sometimes life doesn't give us a ride in our familiar and trusted route, right? Still you land up in the right place or may be even a better one that what you had in your mind. You plant the seeds of good deeds today and it take years to grow into a tree full of all that you want. Yesterday I was all down and put for some reason and today it seemed to be just the opposite. Also, how we sometimes consider others as good for nothing when indeed every flower has its own appeal. Most importantly, I realized today that patience is a virtue which is taught and achieved only with time. I am still asking time to teach me.
