#221 Natquik… the drifting one…

Few things are as beautiful as innocence, purity, tenderness, freshness, softness and whiteness… Few things bring as much joy to a saddened soul as something so beautiful… Few things are amongst those that one must experience in his or her lifetime…

It all begins when the sun starts setting early in the evenings, and the nights get longer than days. A week of mild cold and a week of extreme, makes you wonder what would come the morning after Sunday.

Then the clouds build a fog and the sun hides its face… down comes a flake and so with a grace…

Voila… it’s snow!

I heard the Eskimo has a hundred words for snow…

‘qanuk’ for the flakes and ‘kaneq’ for the frost… and ‘kannevluk’ for the fine snow, and ‘natquik’ for the driftingand ‘muruanek’ for the soft deep one, and ‘nutaryuk’ for the fresh… and ‘igloo’ for the home…

I wonder if snow would mean more to anyone else…

I feel the snow is warm. It has a warmth in it that winter lacks…The sight of snow makes me happy, keeps me warm… refreshes my memory of places so high… sends me back to being a child… until my fingers hurt…

Like a little pretty girl, in her white merry frock, dancing all alone, the flake slowly comes, goes a bit to my left and a bit to my right, and then lands on the ground as a bird’s touch n fly… and some more come along and they stick each on top… and this goes on till my heart fills with joy…

It is so pretty that I do not feel like taking pictures… let it be untouched… let it be pure… let it be the way it is… perfect…

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#212 Life like what?

A long page full of pictures, did that make my blog a spot to watch? I made a blog to be read, it just got a bit deviated, just a bit carried away…

Living in a place, ‘thousands’ of kilometers away from home, decades of degree Fahrenheit apart and half a day on the other side of the world, it is a feeling that does not go down so well, or may be it does but I cannot realise it. Things are different, very different from the way I see them in homeland or closer to homeland.

I always had this notion in my head, “I do not want to go to US” and I would tell it loud and clear to people. And they would ask me “why?”… I would go on and give them all reasons, whether they made sense or not, I went on… I have been fascinated by some places that are almost never on a person’s wishlist to travel. Places like Russia, China, Mongolia, Turkey, Georgia, Israel seemed more “calling” to me than the West.

Fortunate I was to travel to the magnificent and uber-cute land of Daehan Minguk, South Korea. I was there for a little under three months, and I traveled almost the whole of that little country, tasted almost all of its deliciously healthy cuisine, understood and appreciated the technology decades ahead of Indo, learnt and almost perfected the script, and totally enjoyed my first stay abroad. I maintained a good blog and filled it with a lot of photos of almost everything I saw, everyone I met and everywhere I went. People who saw it, loved it, and wondered how they never knew Korea was so wonderful!

Here I am today, on the other side of the globe… Trying to maintain a blog, busy work schedule means I cannot do this more often, trying to enjoy the cuisine, but… “________” and trying to be happy…

This is a great country. I must say so and I appreciate it when I say so. The roads are perfect, the buildings are exuberant and the cities are brilliant. Things are pretty good here, in the shops and showrooms, clothes, accessories, electronics, chocolates, drinks are cheap here and superior in quality. Water supply is almost unlimited and comes in two temperatures. Perfect. Period. Food is great! Yes, food is great. I keep going back to the tiny Korean restaurant JK Cafe on Clark in Evanston to have that great delicacy called ‘Bibimbap’ – do you remember? I keep going back to the Korean restaurant to have sushi rolls, to have kimchi, to have odeng, to have ramyeon! I keep going back for more reasons than the food. I go there to socialise. I am happy to meet and interact with the cute Korean couple that runs the restaurant. I asked them their names, ‘Handsome man’ and ‘Pretty Ooman’ (in the typical Korean accent came the reply). I was glad, and gladly wrote down my name Aditya in Korean script on my business card and handed it to them. They are more than happy to see me there almost everyday. This is not a story about the Great America, it is a story about a small Korean restaurant that I have come across right in front of my office.

I go there almost every other day and the things I love the most at their restaurant are not Bibimbap, rolls or coffee milkshake… but the love and the warmth they show and serve me with. They feel as if I am one of them. I started eating rolls out there with a certain customization. When I first went there, I told them I want california rolls, but no fish and only vegetarian ingredients. They kept asking me if “fish is ok”, “tofu is ok?”, “radish is ok” and I kept answering “yes” or “no” and at the end of it, I had a fully customised roll all for me… Since then, whenever I have been there, all I tell Hara (the Korean lady) is “Can I have a roll please” and she shouts back inside here kitchen “Adi-tta roll juseyeo” (Get him ‘Aditya Rolls’). With so much and more warmth, as I go and take my seat, her husband brings up a number of banchans (side dishes) like kimchi, yellow radish and soy sauce for me to enjoy… and makes sure that he himself comes and serves me my fully customised ‘Aditta Rolls’.

I am touched.

Last friday, I wasn’t very hungry and decided to go to JK Cafe and eat a california roll. These rolls are very delicious, very healthy, have almost zero fat and are not filling at all. So I thought, I would have them and I would be done. Given their generosity, warmth and liking for me, they would not let me eat just the rolls and within minutes of my taking a seat, my table was filled with more than the regular set of banchans.. and a sweet potato dish made in the shape of a fish… It was yummy, but by the end of my meal, I was full, more than full.

I was filled. I was filled with emotions, I was overwhelmed by their selfless attitude and care for my taste buds. Last afternoon I even got them a couple of Samosas from the local Indian restaurant in Evanston. It happened that the lady dint get any of it to taste as Mr Handsome Man loved and finished them himself. In the evening when I went there again, he told me “I loved your samosas… I have enjoyed it earlier in Indonesia with beer. Fantastic”. The smile on their faces and the smile on my face never seems to fade away. They work hard. It is perhaps the only restaurant in the Northwestern Univ area that stays open late till about 2 or 3 am every night. But the warmth with which the bells rings when I open the door and enter JK and the warmth with which Hara wishes me “Annyeong Haseyeo” and the warmth with which Handsome Man waves at me from inside the kitchen, touches me. Touches me more than anything else.

Things like these keep me going on. And on. Yes, I miss Korea to date. I miss my Korean friends, Yunseong, Daeseong, Jaejin and everyone else I met in Korea. I miss those cute girls moving around in the trains, on the streets and everywhere else. I miss those jingles the vendors used to shout at their street side bbq shops. I miss that smell of kimchi. I miss that language… I miss Korea.

But here I am in a totally different country. It is not much different from what I have seen it as in the movies, and the television. Perhaps it is much different and definitely better once you are here. Life is convenient. It is safe. It is the greatest country of the world. When I go back to India, I will tell people that my notion about this country was not completely correct. Now I am convinced about it. It was incomplete.

Everything is perfect, but the warmth was left behind in Asia…

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#201 Fwd: Fwd: Fwd: Nice One!!!! Read it till the end…

Forwarded mails have been in everyone’s mailboxes ever since they have had email ids. Some people read and forward mails in a bid to let their close ones know that they still ‘think about them’ while some of them just discard or ‘mark as spam’ the forwarded mails that they get, just as they would to a Viagra mail.

I am not a person who would send or even read forwarded mails. But just the way that I would take a summary look at my spam mail box once in a blue moon, I do open up a forwarded mail or two once in a while.

It happened sometime about half an year ago that I opened this mail and at the end of it, I almost had a lump in my throat.

He met her at a party.

She was so outstanding, many guys chasing her, while he so normal, nobody paid attention to him.
At the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she was surprised, but  to be polite, she  agreed.
They sat in a nice coffee shop, he was too nervous to say anything, she felt uncomfortable. She thought, please, let me go home….
Suddenly he asked the waiter. “would you please give me some salt? I’d like to put it in my coffee.”
Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned red, but still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it.
She asked him curiously; why do you have this habit? He replied: “when I was a little boy, I was living near the sea, I like playing in the sea, I could feel the taste of the sea, just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee, I think of my childhood, think of my hometown, I miss my hometown so much, I miss my parents who are still living there”.
While saying that tears filled his eyes.
She was deeply touched.
That’s his true feeling, from the bottom of his heart.
A man who can talk about his homesickness must be a man who loves home, cares about home, has responsibility of home. Then she also started to speak, spoke about her faraway hometown, her childhood,
her family. That was a really nice talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story.
They continued to date.
She found that actually he was a man who meets all her demands; he had tolerance, was kind hearted, warm, careful.
He was such a good person but she almost missed him!
Thanks to his salty coffee!
Then the story was just like every beautiful love story , the princess married to the prince, then they were living the happy life…
And, every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee, as she knew that’s the way he liked it.
After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter which said:
“My dearest,
please forgive me, forgive my lie. This was the only lie I said
to you—the salty coffee. Remember the first time we dated? I was so
nervous at that time, actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt It
was hard for me to change so I just went ahead.I never thought that could be
the start of our communication! I tried to tell you the truth many times
in my life, but I was too afraid to do that, as I have promised not to
lie to you for anything..
Now I’m dying, I afraid of nothing so I tell you the truth: I don’t like
the salty coffee, what a strange bad taste.. But I have had the salty
coffee for my whole life! Since I knew you, I never feel sorry for
anything I do for you. Having you with me is my biggest happiness for my
whole life. If I can live for the second time, still want to know you  and have
you for my whole life,even though I have to drink the salty coffee again”.
Her tears made the letter totally wet.
Someday, someone asked her: what’s the taste of salty coffee?
“It’s sweet.” She replied.
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#196 Meow

Now don’t get too surprised, cos I am not talking about 104.8 FM MEOW!!!!

Since last few days, surprisingly, a couple of cats have been showing up the door of my apartment. One of them, a white one, just comes there, sits and keeps ‘meowing’ till I open the door.

She is cute, and clean :) And loves a bit of fondling [well who doesnt!]… and then its time for her summersaults… She is cute… I’ll miss her when I go to Pune…

“Main hoon Don!”

“Aur aap?”

“It Tickles…~~”

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#143 Yunseong Hyong

Hmmmmmm today…
I made breakfast for Kim Yunseong and Kim Yunseong made breakfast for me. And apparently both of us liked the breakfast made by each other :)

After a lot of deliberations, we decided to go to Seoul. Seoul City is around 40 km from Incheon and takes about 40 minutes by subway. The distance isn’t a factor in Korea. You can go from any place to any place in 3 hours! Compare to India… 3 days! Hahahahaha (This is the time of travel by railways of course).

In the previous post below, Ive put pics of the small trip on a Rainy Day. Really this day spoilt our visit to Namsan Tower. N Seoul Tower or Namsan Tower is the highest point in Seoul, and you can get a very nice glimpse of the whole city. But it was raining and I could hardly see anything except the rain. But the place looked good, nice cafeterias around, and finally spotted a chunk of western people here.

Yunseong, comes around as a really nice guy!! Like all Koreans that I have come across, he is a simple, not-much-attitude, kind and really helpful person, and funny of course! I don’t really think he knew the way to reach Namsan by bus, but together we found our way to the bus stop. Language has never been a problem for me in Korea, if you are willing to make some effort, its easy to understand each other. And then they always have their mobile phones with pre-loaded translators which are really very helpful.
Coming back to Yunseong… He has asked me to call him Hyong, which means elder brother in Korean. Learning about Korean culture and teaching a little about Indian culture is a great experience. And shouldn’t I mention that he taught me to “Read and Write” Korean script?? I can read and write anything in Korean script, but I still don’t understand the meaning of the words… Picking up phrases for daily use is easy, and the rest will come soon! I don’t really have much to write about him right now, but surely by the time I go back home, there will be a lot to tell… Today again he left me alone at Juan station and went out with his cute girl friend :) Happy Couple!

Have a nice time…