Today the Do Not Call list comes into effect. This means pesky telemarketers cannot call me. This is the place one can register for free! But there are a few exceptions. Politicians Harper, Jack Layton, Stephen Dion, and their parties can call me. So can registered charities, newspapers, and companies that have business with me, etc. I guess the telemarketers are now scratching their brains as to how to circumvent this.
I wonder if there will ever be a "Do not email me" list?
On Making Dosas
Dosa is another heavenly food item from India - the land of mystery and more recently, outsourcing! The humble dosa originated in Kerala (South India).
Dosas are very thin and crisp and is usually the size of a plate. There are bigger chattis which can produce dosas that hang from either side of the plate and even a small table. The are rolled up like a big hollow tube and can be stuffed with partly mashed potatoes and the like. A plain dosa can be eaten with dry or wet chutney (usually made with coconut) or other curries. To compare dosa to pancakes is sacrilege!
Dosas are very thin and crisp and is usually the size of a plate. There are bigger chattis which can produce dosas that hang from either side of the plate and even a small table. The are rolled up like a big hollow tube and can be stuffed with partly mashed potatoes and the like. A plain dosa can be eaten with dry or wet chutney (usually made with coconut) or other curries. To compare dosa to pancakes is sacrilege!
Raising a toast
I went to a gathering of toastmasters. I told them I want to find "my voice".
Have you ever spoken in front of strangers? I find it terrifying. Depending on the time frame and my frame of mind, perspiration would cover my forehead, my heart would stomp around my chest, and my hands would start looking for a hiding place.
My impromptu topic yesterday was 'Watching horror films'. I managed to mumble a few words probably enacting a real time horror film! As the days progress I hope my confidence skyrockets.
Have you ever spoken in front of strangers? I find it terrifying. Depending on the time frame and my frame of mind, perspiration would cover my forehead, my heart would stomp around my chest, and my hands would start looking for a hiding place.
My impromptu topic yesterday was 'Watching horror films'. I managed to mumble a few words probably enacting a real time horror film! As the days progress I hope my confidence skyrockets.
A day in the life of...
I saw a movie yesterday called A Wednesday directed by Neeraj Pandey. A wonderful movie. If you can get your hands on it, watch it. Watch it with an open mind, without reading any of the reviews.
Silver Streak I
Summer time. Managers at a popular car franchise wilted under the constant pressure of trying to sell their inventory and promote next year's stock. After much deliberation they hit upon a plan to target new immigrants. They began scouring the countryside for a racecar driver model to promote their new collection.
On a cloudy Monday morning they found their new model taking a blind corner on Hwy 404 at blistering speeds. A Silver car zoomed past - at the wheel was a woman in a saree, no less. Miraculously the speed radar failed to record the event. Was the car travelling faster than light? Was it flying above the range of the radar? Was that superwoman late for an appointment?
On a cloudy Monday morning they found their new model taking a blind corner on Hwy 404 at blistering speeds. A Silver car zoomed past - at the wheel was a woman in a saree, no less. Miraculously the speed radar failed to record the event. Was the car travelling faster than light? Was it flying above the range of the radar? Was that superwoman late for an appointment?
Carroms, anyone?
Chitra is mean.
It all started with that stupid carrom board*. One fine evening Chitra and I had the urge to go and eat at Gerrard St. [Indian street downtown]. So, with Parvathiammal [our Tamilian friend who has a strong opinion about everything and everyone] in tow, we eased into our 1996 Ford Taurus and navigated through the heavy 404 [highway] evening traffic, over the streetcar tracks and onto [almost] the curb spattered with paan-red color. It was biting cold.
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