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Optimism – A gift for our future..

Optimism – A small word that encompasses a whole world. As Leibniz puts it, the feeling that this world is the best of all possible worlds.

Without Optimism there is no doubt in my mind that we would be living our lives in despair. Optimism manifests in many ways, optimism that India will lift the world cup once again, Optimism that even in the darkest of times, a ray of light will appear leading to better things, optimism that however badly you have done in your exams, you will get good marks due to a benevolent teacher.  To me optimism is an excuse that we constantly give our-self that life it is worth the hardships we endure daily.

When I look into my life, and try to find a single moment that embodies the optimism that I try to show , I fail. There isn’t just that one moment. Our lives are full of such moments. Life itself would be dreary if this was not so.

What I would like to , however, write about is the catalyst for this Optimism. In my life, I believe there is no larger catalyst than my family and close friends. A friend , a true friend is always there to give you a gee-up when you are down. He infuses a dose of optimism in your life so that you have things to look forward to. But the greatest dose of Optimism , at least in my case , is my family.

I am lucky to be born into a family that is very close. All my life, I have seen the family stick together through thick and thin, through good times and bad. Thankfully , the good times far out number the bad ones.

But let’s think about this. Is this a co-incidence? or is it a function of the attitude showcased by the family. Let me clarify, my family is full of worry warts. My grandfather was well-known in his circle as a tension master, even though he was super cool under pressure. My dad , even though exudes confidence and coolness , tends to worry his head off about small things. My mother is well-known as a cool cat, but when tense, she takes the role of the cat’s cousin – the tiger. But beneath all this, they are able to move along because they believe that even the worst of times will end and the good times will come back. That is Optimism for me.

So in summary, let me go back to the beginning. What is optimism?

As I muse and end this essay, I believe, Optimism shouldn’t just be just about the glass being half full or half empty, it should be just about the glass being there, fill it with the optimism that you exude and live life looking forward to the next day.

As Winston Churchill puts it “A pessimist sees the difficulty in every opportunity; an optimist sees the opportunity in every difficulty”

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Are you being served?

Beautifully simmering baby potatoes in a rich red gravy! 

Cauliflower Florets , spiced, tempered and lightly roasted!

Tender ladyfingers, with onions and mustard seeds!!

These are a few of my favourite things!

My memories, like most foodies , revolves around mealtimes. My Mom, a brilliant cook, would dish out her creations, beautifully aromatic and serve them in these lovely glass bowls. 

each gravy had its bowl, almost as if the food would not taste as good without its partner in crime, the container it was served in.

Cauliflower Au gratin would be in the rectangular flat bowl, palak paneer would be a deep dish, raita would have their own tiny bowls, Bhindi do pyaza – the curved bowl. It was a treat for the senses, all of them, smell, sight and taste. 

What I remember, most vividly , is the happiness that would radiate around the table, when dinner would be served. Dinner was always a full family affair. Call us lucky , we were born during an era when the Idiot box ( and it was a box at that time) did not have enough strength to compete with family bonds. Dad, Mom, GrandPa , Grandma, Sister and me, would gather around the table, talking about the day, about school, about tests, about anything under the sun. 

Grandpa would be the fastest of the block, ending the meal quickly , a no nonsense eater, followed by the grandma. 

Dad has his quirky eating habits . I beleive his taste buds is probably the most evolved in our family. His meal would include classics like curd rice and mixture, dosa and manga kootan ( a sweet and savoury mango gravy that is generally mixed with rice) and god knows what else. 

Mom loves her pickle and rice, or gravy and rice, she would be the last to finish enjoying every last morsel, and more importantly because she had to amass all the gossip around the table while eating and serving. 

My sis loves her rasam, she would drink it up by the tons. Invariably the brat would demand to be fed by grandma who would lovingly oblige. 

Some of the happiest times were around this dinner table. Where we knew, however sad and tired we came , we would leave the table fullfilled , literally, with tasty lovely food . 

Simple times made special with a lot of love and some real special food by ammash!!

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