I was a journalist till now. I would write/edit news and articles where my only cutting job was that of virtual sentences on the screen. Now, I have got something else to cut : vegetables. I am learning full-fledged cooking and loving it. Who knew cooking could be so enjoyable? From pen to knife is a major change which I am relishing right now. The sense of accomplishment that comes when you create an intellectual piece on the paper and one on the stove are quite delightful, as both are challenging and taxing; one to the mind and the other to both mind and the muscles. Balancing words and balancing flavour... so long.
'Caught in a strange land in a net with other butterflies, I'm a caterpillar yet undecided to remain a caterpillar and perish or turn into a beautiful butterfly and live a life full of joy.' Readers don't laugh. But I came up with this one night recently when I was travelling in a train. I tossed and turned, not being able to sleep, upset over unexplainable things and frustrated over events not in my control. Then it occurred to me that our life and its usefulness depends on our decisions -- whether to remain a crawling caterpillar whose existence otherwise is either ignored by all and sundry or who is cursed for just being there and thrown out with a stick, or to develop wings of life and metamorphose into a beautiful butterfly whom everybody adores for its beauty and colour, for its flitting liveliness, for its service to the flower's pollination... I thought that I should be a butterfly, of service to others, but then again I thought, anyway, who really cares?
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