serendipti's Diaryland Diary 11:13 p.m. - Friday, Sept. 17, 2004 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- so fitting, POPcorn. I just made bhai some popcorn, cuz he asked me to, well, kind of, I was like, do you want so handvo (mom's yummy baked specialty, which is like, onlythebestfoodintheworld), and he was like, no but I'll eat popcorn if you make it. I said, come on bhai, you know i don't make popcorn or bake cakes (those are bhai's two staples that he is master of so I never bothered really learning.) But then I walked to the kitchen, and considering I see bhai about only ten minutes a day, and I never ever really have the space to do anything nice for him, in a makepopcornat11pm sorta way, I decided to go for it. Barot family popcorn is made in a huge pot, you put oil and then heat it, and then add turmeric and salt, and then the kernels. I have no sense of popcornproportion, and so i thought I was making a shaak or something, so I kept adding fistfuls....next thing I know, I was so bored looking at nothing happening with the popcorm, that I begin to make papad on the stove, another barotfamily popcorn staple(dad loves crumbled papad in his popcorn) and then all of a sudden everything comes alive and I know it is called POPcorn, and it is to be expected, but then there was all this poppoppppoppping and I had picked a lid that did not completely fit perfect, so things start flying and the papad starts burning, and it was delicious, how little control I had. ludicrous. I loved it. total inadequacy making popcorn. I felt more in control and in the 'know' reading pathology! SO I switched lids and the popcorn didn't burn and I had nary an unpopped kernel and though bhai said I didn't put enough salt (that might have been the only comment on quality....ohh, he did say there was A LOT), I think he liked it, heck, I liked it enough to eat two handfuls (I tend to stick with the fakebutterdrenchedmovietheaterkind, my friend Grace, thankfully, appreciates the same....Sheila and Amy do not.) So that was the adventure for the day. There was some drama in the family, and I know the whole specter of mutipliemyeloma does not help anyones patience, and dad got his lab results back showing some increased (by very little) levels of bad things, so there you go, people have been on edge. And I think my goal for the next month is to , with whatever minutes I actually get outside of the library hanging out with the fam, increase harmony. I am good at decreasing it, fo sho. The Barots love calling each other out, and arguing about stuff, and getting in the the nittygrittydetails of everything that was said/done/thought....but I am going to lay off this style for the time being. We are all on edge, for a variety of reasons, and I just think that I need to do nice things more often for the fam, like make popcorn. I really wish this test were doneandpassed already so that my mind could dwell (without guilt...it still dwells, don't get me wrong, I just have the addendum guilt) on things that I want to dwell on. I miss my friends. Maybe it is because of the whole cutting-my-usage-cuz-of-the-5000minutes that I was on the phone two months ago, thing, but I feel unconnected with a lot of them. I guess I just have to suck it up and bear it, since there is no other way, given how many things need to get done everyday for a chance at passing the Boards, but still, I miss Dave, Haven't had a phonedate with him, for like, ever. And Megan H. I miss her. I won't list them all, though I feel like it. Oh well. I need to figure out my threshold for dealing with people/things/craziness. Vague and cryptic? yes. Very unlike me, I know. Thank God Bhakti gave me the Boondocks book. I go to bed laughing and more in love with Aaron McGruder every night. I miss writing in this. I miss writing to you. Knowing you will read this. I am glad I am back, whatever the impetus. love you Dipti ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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