We often take things for granted, we often crib about the worst, we often talk negative things, although never really realize the thrust. Yesterday, a very random thought crossed my mind.
What would life be without lemons?
For starters, we would all have dandruff-ed hair.
We wouldn’t have shiny sparkling utensils.
We wouldn’t be able to drink TEQUILA!
We would all end up with bad hangovers.
Cheesecake wouldn’t taste the same. And no lemon pie!
We wouldn’t enjoy summers.
We wouldn’t like the taste of iced tea.
We wouldn’t be able to remove stains or smell.
The list goes on…
Now, you’re probably wondering why would someone think about lemons in so much detail. The fact is it’s not just lemons, but tiny things in our life whose presence we often ignore. We don’t ever realize what our life would be without it, because somewhere we know that it will always be there.
So if life gives you lemons, it’s not without reason!
I am not a foodie by nature. In fact I am one of those people who eat to live. But I am not a fussy eater, I eat whatever is put on my plate. Although, I have constant food cravings. Once when I was studying in Manchester, I was craving for good South Indian food. So, this friend of mine, who is always game for eating South Indian suggested we go to this restaurant where you supposedly got the best sambar in Manchester. Although, the restaurant was quite far and we had to switch 2 buses within an hour’s journey, we still decided to have a go at it.
So figuring out the place and getting there wasn’t the task at all. We had a great meal, spent over 2 hours hogging and trying out as many of the dishes on the menu as we could. The problem was getting back, we forgot to find out when the last bus was from that place. We waited for half an hour, wishing our luck would change and we would hop on a bus back. After one hour, our luck did change. A bus appeared, although it wasn’t the one en route our destination, it was a bus that would get us somewhere. So we got on to the bus not realizing where the journey would lead us. We ended up changing 4 buses, and touring around even the most remote areas of Manchester before we actually ended up walking the last 5-6 miles back home.
That was one meal I would never forget in my life as it took us 4 hours to get back home that day. After cribbing and worrying through out the journey, once we got home we felt like it was one heck of an experience that we had. We would have never traveled and toured the city at night like the way we did. It was a story told and retold to each of our friends whenever we went out for dinner anywhere. And after that day, we went on a rampant cooking spree. Where we tried out different South Indian dishes till we got them right.
Nevertheless, we did go to that restaurant again after a few months. This time we were more people and on time to take the right bus back.
Stunning sun warming us as we sail through the backwaters of Kumarakom, sweet clouds involving us in their trip with the doors lighting the fire, there could be no better therapy to relax the soul. It was the day I tried toddy, a sweet and sour drink tapped from the coconut palms, fermented to give a sweet kick. It was like taking a sip of heaven from God’s own country, Kerala.
As we got baked under the sun, spending a lazy day on the houseboat, gorging on freshly caught and cooked prawns and fish, we wondered how it would be to live like this far away from civilization. How it would be to live away from technology, the commotion of the city, the spite of the people, the rules of the society, and the greed of humanity? Then it strikes that there are people who actually live their life like this, but in no time they would also be plagued by ubiquity of the urban lifestyle. Maybe, it feels all nice and pleasant to be here, spend the whole day in the lap of nature’s goodness; but the truth remains that we can’t survive this lifestyle for too long. Some day we all would want to go back to our respective lifestyles, back amidst the man-made comfort and luxury. Looking at the brighter side, at least we have a place to hide when we need a break from the world; a break we all long for once in a while.
With thoughts racing through the calm waters; time standing still as the sun goes down; the rain slowly starting to pour feeling each cell, I can imagine boats in heaven might be like this. Clicking away the splendour that surrounded us, it made me wonder how each time I spend the day on the houseboat there is a different picture of beauty, a different taste of nature, a different sensation of calmness. Although one feeling remained the same; to come back on the houseboat again and again for a different experience every time.