Gratitude List – February 4, 2012

On Saturday, Ranjan installed a brand new Mac Mini for me, replacing the old one which was slowing down and behaving oddly on and off.

Manjunath and Anju came over and brought home grown and dried lima beans. called double beans here.

Most importantly, my idli life line Chittan came back from his holidays and reported for duty.

Sunday saw Chittan the idli man deliver much to the delight of my father who had had enough of the idlies made by me.

My ex colleague and friend Prasad came over for a visit and to consult about some career matters. It was nice to feel wanted and still respected!

Ranjan found the time to finish the installation of the computer and by late Sunday evening, the new computer with all the old applications became functional.

Mangal had taken leave of absence for two days and Monday was my turn to cook for the three of us. I cooked minced lamb with garlic, boondi raita with potatoes and a green peas pulao. From what was left over, it was obvious that my cooking achieved its purpose.

Instead of cooking on Tuesday, I decided to get food delivered and since there was a special offer available at the neighbourhood Pizza Hut, ordered for some pizzas, pasta and roles. My father thoroughly enjoyed the treat and I was happy to have some change after such a long time. Mitali came to share our lunch with us and brought frozen desserts which was another treat!

Wednesday had me frantic with worry about having deleted most of the folders in my mail program by mistake. When he woke up Ranjan sorted it out in a jiffy and I heaved a sigh of relief when the whole lot was restored.

Mangal extended her LOA and I cooked some unglamorous food and supplemented that with some left overs. It went off well though!

A new restaurant has opened for business about 300 Mts from our home and I went to check it out. As I entered the compound, I had to navigate a couple of steps down from the pavement. The steps were laid with shiny brand new marble. My right elbow crutch slipped as I leaned on it to climb down and I almost fell. Luckily, there were two watchmen who were welcoming me who held me before I took a tumble and I was saved. I suffered a bit of a sprain on the left leg as a result, but that was a small price to pay for the lesson learnt about the shiny marble surfaces. I am very grateful to those two stalwarts for saving me from a fall which could have caused complications to my recovery.

On Thursday, I went to a cafe and to a movie about which I have blogged in detail. I am just grateful to the baristas who gave me special attention as well as the staff at the multiplex who arranged special seating and exit facilities for me seeing me use the elbow crutches.

Friday was anticlimax. Mangal returned to duty and it was nice to have home made food after three days. On my way to the park I met the son of a dear friend who brought me uptodate on the health condition of my friend. Shall visit anon.

Perceptions.

Welcome to the Friday Loose Bloggers Consortium where twelve of us write on the same topic. Today’s topic has been chosen by yours truly. The ten other bloggers who write regularly are, in alphabetical order, Delirious, gaelikaa, Grannymar, Magpie, Maria SF, ocdwriter, Padmum, Paul, Rohit, The Old Fossil and Will. Do drop in on their blogs and see what their take is on this week’s topic. Since some of them may post late, do give some allowance for that too!

Stop Press. It is just possible that we may get another blogger to become a member of the consortium with today’s posts. If that happens, I shall introduce him by revising the above list online later.

I have just done that. Please visit The Old Fossil. I call him TOF.

“There’s an apocryphal story about Bihar, a sprawling state on the Gangetic plains of eastern India that for decades held the dubious honour of being the most violent, poverty-stricken and corrupt in the land.

A Japanese minister visiting in the 1990s, shocked at the decrepit buildings, the darkness at night even in the centre of town and the crumbling roads, declared that it was all solvable.

“Give me three years,” he told a state leader, “and I can turn Bihar into Japan.”

“That’s nothing,” came the laconic reply from his host. “Give me three days and I will turn Japan into Bihar.”

~ Press Report.

It is all a matter of perception.

Loneliness / Solitude
Arrogant / Self confident
Door mat / Humble
Talkative / Good communicator
Stupid / Innocent
Opinionated / Informed
Rigid / Principled
Stickler / Disciplined
Bigoted / Religious

And so on and so forth. One person’s point of view can be perceived totally differently by another.

When I had suggested this topic, I was battling with negative perceptions of my then condition of relative immobility. When I look back I laugh at that condition. So perceptions can change with time too.

My 94 year old father perceives me as a child but often reverts to childish behaviour
when I have to behave like a parent with him. The same equation takes place between me and my son. So adjustments to behaviour also can be determined by perceptions.

Aesthetics could also be a matter of perception. Just look at the following two pictures;

The top picture is an RCC cover for man-holes in India and the bottom one is one from Japan. For Indians, apart from the fact that a metal man-hole cover would be swiped to sell off as scrap metal, it should be functional more than visually appealing, whereas the Japanese would like to beautify the mundane. We could look at both from different perceptives and call the former culture ugly and the latter, sensitive, but would that be really descriptive?

So, since perceptions are usually based on value systems that we are conditioned with, I try and avoid making any negative conclusions. Not always successfully, but try I certainly do.

How about you?

Progress! I Saw A Movie.

In my Intentions-2012 post I had written about getting out of the house more than I did last year.

Yesterday, I went out to check out a new restaurant that has opened near our home and I had a bit of adventure there about which you will read in my Weekly Gratitude List come this Saturday.

Today, I went to a multiplex to see a movie which has received great reviews. I preceded the movie with a visit to Cafe Coffee Day, which is the Indian equivalent of the American Starbucks. I had absolutely mind blowing cappuccino and traipsed across to the multiplex to see “The Descendants” starring George Clooney.

And, as icing on the cake, I had the delightful company of Mitali who is no stranger to my readers.

I saw a movie after almost ten years and it was a great rediscovery of going to the movies. For those who have not seen the movie, I strongly recommend “The Descendants”. It is a family drama and the cast without exception perform brilliantly, taking an ordinary story to great heights.

Now that I have discovered the joy of modern movie going experience, I intend viewing many more in the days to come.

Studen Hunken.

I understand that it is a German term for Toy Boy.

If you want to learn more about it, please go to Grannymar’s post “Now I Am Worried” and read all the comments till you reach the comment from The Old Fossil.

Now the picture that apparently accompanied the description is this one:

I am flattered. I am glad that my one and only is no longer around as otherwise, I would have been flattened.