See you will be very happy to see a catchy title in my blog sometimes but you will need to understand that I have to struggle sometimes to find a nice appropriate title for my post. So anything that comes to my head and makes sense to me in any way, I just go ahead with it.
Now this title is the name of a Hindi feature film. I watched it only for the 1st hour or so. Khurana- a old Punjabi man who ran a dhaba ( road side eatery) was very famous for his chicken dish that he prepared for his customers. The man dies. And a young guy sets out to discover what made Khurana uncle’s dish so palatable. Every night he tries the same menu with permutation and combination of spices etc just to arrive at Khurana ji’s specific dish.
I don’t want to bore you with the review of the film. Sorry, if you already are.
Message that I want to drive across is-we are in love with something in our life and we go desire to spend few bucks and time to fulfill them. This we perceive as hobby.
Like you can already see I like writing ( that is why I am here)- in magazines, newspapers, as blogs. It is not that I write everyday. It is like a bubble. It rises. Stays up in the air for sometime. Raises your spirits high. Then disappears. As if it never existed.
But I think I wrote best in my school days. After that there wasn’t much time to read out- of -the -syllabus books. Nevertheless, I will be very happy if I can land up with a column of my own in some popular daily someday and be called a ‘columnist’ along with my regular job. Till then it is happy writing.
When I am writing a blog I do want it to look beautiful. Complete with ornamentation. Like a bride. 😉 You want to express yourself through it. Give your best creative shot. You care for it, caress it, pamper it until it evolves into the darling you wanted. And when you look back you feel proud to be it’s most important part.
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I like gardening too.
I like plants. In school I loved learning names of flowers. Petunias, tulips dandelions, daisy, dahlia, etc. It seemed like these were English flowers. And then you find these are the ones I already knew by their look but never knew their names.
Now I like growing vegetable plants too. Tomatoes, ladies finger, cabbages, bittergourd etc etc and it feels nice carrying basket full of vegetables to mummy’s kitchen. When I was small my youngest uncle used to grow vegetables in his small garden. I and my cousins used to have a nice time walking along the rows of plants and my uncle used to select the vegetables to be plucked. It was so much fun. Golden days.
This winter too I am looking forward to some good zaid crops at home. We have chilli, pumpkin, bitter gourd, tomato etc this season. My mom is keen on vegetables and hens at home. Since she is a homemaker they keep her cheerful and on her toes all day long.
Someone had professed once that I will make a good cook. My father then had laughed off this. I do wish this turns out true. And I make super, finger licking dishes like Khuranaji.
But my sister was the sort who struggles to find what her hobby is. And she often asks me, ‘ What is my hobby? ‘. You see, she was not keen in reading fiction. And I often forced her to read something I liked. It didn’t help much. She wasn’t interested in things beyond her class. Some people are like that.
‘I like watching films’, she suddenly realised.
You should have a hobby. It helps reaffirm your belief in the world that some things are still good.
So for those who wonder what pleasure one finds in trekking or travelling around in bikes or writing , look at yourself, you too have a hobby (jis mein aapki jaan basti hai) which may seem weird to many.
HAPPY HOBBY – ING DOSTO! ! 🙂