It’s incredible how good distractions force us to do good!
For the past 4-5 days, I noticed myself eating more than usual.
I knew I wasn’t hungry.
But just couldn’t resist!
So I played a small hack.
Each time I went to the dining table, I carried Kindle along with me.
Once I was done eating the right amount of food, I immediately switched on to reading for the next 10-15 minutes.
After that, the cravings disappeared.
So did the “hunger”.
What was left was a wiser brain and a leaner body.
I still do that, and on each meal it works wonders!!!
Isn’t it (not at all) strange how everything in our mind is just a correlation?
Which, in turn means, we have been living our entire life on hacks!!
Do you get the same engagement on all your social media posts?
Do you feel the same emotions for your parents always?
Do you like having chocolate cake / pizza / (your favourite dish) for all meals of the day?
Do you like watching your favourite movie every single day?
Do you like going to the same place for vacation every year?
We want novelty. That’s where the brain’s sweet spot lies.
So when you don’t receive the same responses from people. They have their patterns, and places.
You’ll find yourself to be more peaceful when you live from that awareness.
A day will come…
When you will enter a crowded metro
Take out a snack from your bag and eat it there, and clean hands with your jeans.
And then you’ll smile at finally having reached there.
It’ll make you appreciate the metro crowd.
And when you do it, you’ll realise this solitude was all that you needed.
The best time to appreciate what you have, is now.
I love imli chutney. Whenever I go home, I just being a can filled with it, prepared by my Mom.
Since we are in the middle of a lockdown and I am unable to go home, today I asked Maa to teach me how to make chutney.
What she described as a process took me 90 minutes just to crush the tamarind! Pre and post processes notwithstanding.
Process. Journey. Of going through the crushing process. Of just going through it.
Going through it.
Each time I cook dal rice, invariably this episode happens:
I put the dal in one pressure cooker and put on the flame.
Next, repeat with rice.
Both the pressure cookers have been put to heat at the same time.
With a small difference:
The pressure cooker containing dal, has already had three whistles, while the one containing rice hasn’t had a single one till now.
The cooker with dal is preparing for its fourth and final one, while all of a sudden, the one with rice blows its four whistles back to back.
After this, the dal also gives its fourth whistle and both the flames are shut off.
Here’s the lesson this preparation teaches me every single day:
It may take time for your whistle to metaphorically blow, yet when it does, it’s just the best one.
Be patient and keep up your hard work, all will be fine at the end, as it did to rice.
For folks who dine out, elaichi is a common protest in biryani they order. In fact, if there were a competition to dig out elaichi while eating biryani, a ton of gold medals would be required to save face.
Then there are people who never face elaichi-in-biryani-syndrome. Ever.
Do you know why?
Because they cook biryani themselves or their mom does it for them. In either cases, they always know that biryani experience is going to be a rich one, sans elaichi.
How do they know that?
Because they didn’t depend on someone else to design their experience. Since it was designed by them, the experience had to be amazing.
How many times, btw, do we give the onus of cooking our (metaphorical) biryani, to someone else?
Someone with different tastes, preferences and experiences is made responsible not only for our experience, rather also our happiness.
It should not be, because a ton of people don’t have a great relationship with elaichi in biryani.
Designing your own experience (instead of depending on someone else’s) is a great way to start having amazing experiences.
PS: When someone else “has to” define your experience, make sure you don’t cringe while picking out the elaichi, or better yet, define your own experience to the one curating it.