Myriad Musings

There is a Park near my house, a lovely park with a Pond in the middle.  Once my 10 year old found a turtle there - in the park, near the benches, not in the Pond.  He rushed home to find a shoe box to house the turtle and while he was consulting on how to hand off this turtle to the Beach Conservation group (my insistence), a lady from the neighbourhood, taking care of stray cats and dogs took him off our hands.  My head continued to buzz with the idea that these were Olive Ridley turtles, a whole kilometer inland, traveling in the wrong direction instead of going out into the open sea.  I had been on one Turtle Walk , where we direct the confused, newly-hatched turtles, who think the city lights are the horizon they should be heading towards, towards the actual horizon.  I once spotted Olive Ridley in IIT Madras campus, 7 km from the beach! I was also all warm and fuzzy about my 10 year old's presence of mind, setting up a rescue kit when bigger boys were...

The Hindu was its typical pointless self in yesterday's MetroPlus , an article half a page long with 3 superfluous tips at the end. I rarely bother with the main newspaper anymore  (if I want sensation, Jerry Springer or Daytime soaps offer a much more interesting alternative).  I skimmed through this article on the way to Calvin and Hobbes.  Popped Mustard in the fridge?  Popping it in a vaakana karandi would take about as long as it would take you to open the fridge pull out the stored, popped mustard and pour required quantity with a spoon  And as for the tamarind, wouldn't it be just as simple to cook the tamarind with the daal every time (in a small separate container preferably)?  My marathi friend would add the tamarind to the moong / masoor directly, the only dishes where she insisted on tamarind.  She would pick out the tamarind piece when she was adding the masala at the end. Now, that is a shortcut worth remembering, even blogging about. ...