Last time I tried, I was an ISTJ. This time a Facebook test returns that I am an ISFJ
There does not seem to be much doubt that I am Introverted, Sensing and Judging. The question is really whether I am a Thinking type or a Feeling type.
Maybe I am a Feeling Thinker :-) The other way round makes it sound as if I am a molester …
Prolonged periods of cell-phone silence leads to depression
Prolonged depression in turn leads to cell phone being switched off
Where does it start ? Where does it end ? Whatever the answer maybe, a sure-shot test to figure out my condition is to check if my cell phone is switched off :)
Felt like baking today [ Had no dinner, of course. I have fat reserves to hibernate for rest of the year :) ]
When I started off with the ingredients, realization dawned that I was a bit short.
I had only a quarter cup butter as compared to half cup needed. A quick glance at the essence expiry date told me that the bottle and my daughter were almost comparable in age :-(( I am still struggling to shake off the mental picture of an essence bottle in uniform sitting next to my daughter in school ….
I was also out of stock of my standard savior, cashew nuts. A lesser cook might have balked at this hurdle, but the Master Chef ?? Never !!
And hence was born the “masala” cake. A Hodge-podge of butter, sugar, eggs, condensed milk, regular milk, pineapple pieces, cardamom [essence substitute], maida and baking powder.
The end product looks like more of a sponge cake. Which suits me fine, because I had been on the lookout for a sponge cake recipe !!
How does it taste ? Well, that is really for the guinea pigs in office to tell tomorrow. I sampled a piece and according to me it is my best effort ever !! :-)
But then I have not had dinner, I may be biased because I have used the greatest sauce ever known to mankind ---- hunger.
So that I can continue to build up my reserves for the long hard famine ahead ;)
He who burps the last, burps the loudest …
62 years and going strong !! So what where are we headed, what does future hold in store for us ?
Could not help but laugh when I saw the following quote on a blog
“Barbaad gulistaan karne ko ek hi ulluu kaafi thaa
Har shaak pe ulluu baithaa hai, anjaam-e-gulistaan kyaa hogaa?”
If the earlier post was not proof enough, see this ad too.
I love these ads. Tremendous tagline and a very haunting, philosophical sort of theme ..
Eat when your stomach tells you, work when your heart tells you, sleep when your eyes tell you – I am sure I have read something to this effect sometime back.
What if stomach, heart and eyes tell you nothing ?????????????? Systemic hartal has hit me now !! :-) Just in a dazed state, completely switched off ..
I have initiated daily video conference calls with my family since my last trip home. Nothing beats being there in person , of course, but this comes pretty close. What I really need is a Telepresence link with home :-)
Finally wifey has got posted in Calicut Medical College itself, has been a major relief !! The first order posted her in Trichur, thankfully the officials were sympathetic to our plight and put her back in Calicut. I had external influence of course -- prayer support from two of my friends :-)) I am sure that is what made the difference finally..
Hmmm. I would have thought that with less than a year to go before we unite again, I would have felt happier. But the mind does not seem to accept it as “just one more year to go”. It is stuck in “STILL one more year to go” mode. I suppose if I have survived three, I can survive one more.
Alive and kicking still, Don’t ask what is it that I am kicking :-)
And nope, no plans to kick the bucket anytime soon. Sorry to disappoint you all, my random thoughts still have a long way to go ;)
Miles to go before I sleep ……… [ Not really, the bed is right behind me. But what the heck, it felt like a nice line to end the blog]
It is simple really, all I need to do is buy Tata Safari Dicor !! See the ad below :-)
One of my favorite ads !! Right along-side the “Everyday I want to smile” ad from Hutch.
And to add a random touch to my blog, here is a nice quip, from who else but Paulo Coelho : “We can never judge the lives of others, because each person knows only their own pain and renunciation. It's one thing to feel that you are on the right path, but it's another to think that yours is the only path”
So what , you may ask ? Everyone knows that there exists multiple paths that might relieve me of my worries. That is true, it is just that my chosen path happens to be a rocky one. So bear with me when I grumble and complain on my blog. ;)
Now you know why I need the 4x4 drive of Safari Dicor. To blast along the rocky path of life, of course:-)
Bring on the Dicor, let me reclaim my life ………..
Last Sunday was the so called ‘Friendship day’. The sheer variety of these “days” never ceases to amaze me. Father’s day, mother’s day, valentine’s day, friendship day ….
And tomorrow happens to be the day every single Indian male dreads : Raksha bandhan !! Thankfully this one has been never a big celebration in South India ;-)
A weekend experiment in payasam (kheer) landed in predictable disaster and violent temper surges. :-((
It started off quite well, the semiya payasam was smelling good and consistency seemed decent. I had a cup after making it and it tasted quite good.
But once I left if outside for couple of hours, the semiya somehow seemed to absorb lot of the liquid. The end result was a near solid lumpy mass.I tried to rescue the situation by adding more milk and boiling it further. That worked like a charm for a while. Only problem was that it returned to its original solid state once I refrigerated it. &*#&@
It just refused to return to a liquid form even after I heated it. The re-heating attempt happened late at night when I was already pretty hungry. So naturally I was on a short fuse and violently dumped the solid payasam down my garbage bin.
Yet another experiment bites the dust. I guess next time I should remember not to let the milk thicken so much …..
2009 seems to be the year of comebacks. First Lance Armstrong riding the Tour de France and now Michael Schumacher stepping back inside an F1 cock pit to replace an injured Felippe Massa.
If you are an F1 fan you have to love this. Schumacher Vs a resurgent Lewis Hamilton should be fun to watch. Would he still have the same ruthless streak that made him such a successful driver ? I guess we will have to wait and see
Only sad part is that it had to happen at the expense of a horrendous injury to Massa. I always have a soft spot for Massa. How can you not , after seeing the finale to the 2008 season ? The sight of him choking back his tears while waving to his fans is one that will stay with me forever ……
I hope he recovers completely. But for purely selfish reasons, I also hope that Schumacher gets to drive at least 4-5 races for Ferrari !!
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