Cooking or Baking

Cooking – for me is a ritual where I have the flexibility of creating something soulful using the ingredients I choose to add, and the quantity is always based on gut feel. Stirring, tasting, adding spices to perfection as I proceed. I look for the color, consistency, texture and aroma to make sure I have balanced the ingredients right. I could never go exactly by measurement cups, spoons and reading manuals to reproduce a recipe – for me it is a creation act and not a reproducing act (wonder why we call having babies an act of reproduction and not creation 🙂 ). Cooking needs my full-time involvement and when I am done cooking, I would have almost lost my appetite because of my overwhelmed senses.  What I enjoy most then,  is seeing my loved ones at the  table relish it.

On the other hand, baking to me is more about following a plan meticulously – having the right measurements, right temperature, right time – and getting the expected results.

If I relate my life to cooking – I would love to stir, taste, add ingredients in the process of creating a unique flavour that is my life. Equally are people whose lives are planned with the right input in the right environment – giving the expected flavour and consistency in their lives. Either you cook or bake, depends on what you enjoy most.

One also has the option of getting fast food or frozen food. It demands less personal effort – but I would say that’s a life  where we have agreed to loose control of what’s getting added into our lives.

Move On, Let Go

We are all less significant in this world than we think we are. Life moves on, people move on with their lives. My most loved ones will move on with their lives and that is exactly how it ought to be. No one is indispensable. The concept of apocalypse and end of world theories are manifestation of the “fear of insignificance” of human life & existence. In the bigger cosmos we are just so significantly insignificant. This isn’t a negative thought – it’s the acceptance of the impermanence, and the beauty of impermanence.

What if the lily in my garden wilt away?  The day of its bloom brought joy to my soul and I experienced its beauty every moment of its existence. Its fragrance swept into my room each day. But eventually it wilted and fell. Did I mourn forever? I waited for another bloom that recreated the whole experience all over again.

Everything moves on – and this realization makes it easier for me to let go and not getting stuck.  So, then like the lily in my garden – I am here, I am now…putting my heart and soul to the “here and now”. When its time for me to move on – I need to whole heartedly let go.

The Road Trip called Life

On my life journey I need to decide the road I want to take. I can choose to be on the highway for my one and only road trip, choose the lane and maintain my speed as everyone else on the lane. I need to be focused on my speed, directions and end destination. The scenes on the way pass by as I drive. There is something that catches my attention but I wouldn’t slow down. I keep moving. Now I see a crash but I still move on.   I will be causing more trouble for the rest of the highway folks if I stop. The system would take care of crashes that I pay taxes to. Oops now I  hit a rabbit that was trying to cross the road. Well the highways are not meant for these bunnies – I convince myself and keep moving.   I am not alone on the road; well that’s what I think.  There are lots of highway takers like me who enjoy the speed and the thrill of the drive. I know for sure that no ones going to stop or even slow down for anyone else.That’s the highway characteristics and I have signed up for it – move on & enjoy the adrenaline rush!

There is an alternate country road as well that I can take where the speed limits are low. I open my windows and feel the place around, catch glimpses of life. It’s a sunny day and I stop my car around the corner to walk over to a small town cafe. As I walk towards the cafe, a stranger standing by the pavement comes over and asks me for directions. To my surprise our destinations are similar. The conversation started over some crepe and coffee  and ended up offering him a ride. We talked, we laughed as the good old country song was playing in the background. We stopped at places that caught our attention and took a ton of pictures. We did reach our destination but surely at our own pace. It was hard to say good bye to the once stranger I hardly knew.

A lifetime road trip – the country roads or the highway – its entirely up to us to choose.

The Highs & Lows

 Happiness is not a permanent state of mind. We always get satiated with what was once the source of happiness. Someone said happiness is contentment. In true words contentment isn’t a complete state of happiness. Contentment is happiness in a miniature form like happiness in a bottle. Like filling up a little bit of the sea water and keeping it on the table reminding me of the great ocean, I once experienced. Contentment would mean I am no longer in the quest for more happiness.   Sorrow too is not a steady state either. We get over any intensity of pain. After a certain point, the source of sorrow does not seem to impact us anymore. That is our human survival tactics, we are hard wired that way.   Let me not try to make happiness my permanent state, either it is frustrating or it is a facade. We are made to ride the high and the low waves. The highs triggering the lows and the lows pushing itself to the new highs waiting to be explored.