Allure of Home-made Food

It has been a busy week. My parents visited me and it was awesome. Then my graduation ceremony was also there and that was also pretty awesome. Its better if I had a reason like "I was busy so I didn't blog", than "I was lazy so I didn't blog".

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The day my mom and dad came to Singapore was the day I didn't oversleep. I woke up at 4.45 am and I hired a cab to get to the airport for a plane that lands at 5.55 am. I was pretty early. Unfortunately my parents weren't.

Just after the plane had landed and everyone was getting of the plane, my dad went to take a leak. What's wrong with that? My mom didn't notice where he had gone and she thought he had got off the plane. She was all alone in one of the largest airports in the world and she can't even speak English properly. So she wandered off searching for him and after much desperate searching, he appeared. As they finally made their way to the luggage collection belt, they were the last to collect and about an hour had passed since the flight had landed.

Both mom and dad seemed happy to see me. We took the MRT to my hostel where they freshened up. The hotel check in was only at 1 pm and they figured that they could use some rest. Soon after my mom stepped into my apartment, she started unpacking all the stuff she had brought for me from India. All sorts of food items including fruits, cereals and ready-to-eat meals were followed by clothes, soaps and shampoo. After that she took out packets of poori and some prawn gravy and fried fish to go with it.

Me, my mom and my dad just sat on the floor. We didn't bother setting up the table. People didn't need dinner tables in India, at least not until the British came to India. In my dad's village, I've never seen a home with a dining table. Our house in India has one, but we don't always use it.

I never sat on the floor when I ate since coming to Singapore, and when I sat down today, I had a strange but good feeling in me. My mom served us food and we ate. I savoured every bite. I rarely eat prawns because I'm slightly allergic to them but I love them. I can't cook other non-vegetarian items as well because my room-mates are vegetarian due to their religion and I didn't wanna "contaminate" the utensils.

There was still a lot of the prawns and fish left and that was for me to refrigerate and consume for the coming week. "Enjoy it while it lasts", my mom said.

The next few days are a blur. I took them to as many places I can without getting them too tired. They loved the view of the Marina Bay Sands from the Robinson Quay. They enjoyed the cable car ride and the 4D Pirates movie in Sentosa. They were surprised by how large Mustafa Centre was. They had  a shopping spree at Bugis street and Chinatown. They fed Lories at the Jurong Bird Park and they went on the Night Safari. And most importantly, they attended my convocation.

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My convocation was an exciting day for me. I missed my Bachelor degree convocation in India because I was in Singapore. It was a pretty lame one as I would realize after seeing the pictures that my friends had sent. This time was going to be perfect, I thought to myself. I stayed home and made preparations while sending a friend to pick up my mom and dad from their hotel room and accompanying them to my room. I pressed my shirt and trousers, brand new, both of them. I practiced my tie knot, until I got the right size and length. I had resolved a belt emergency (I had gotten thin and my belt was pretty loose. So I had to borrow a belt from a guy skinnier than me.) and by the time I was done, I was pretty sure I can't look any better with my features than I looked right then.

My parents had reached and we started for my university. This was the first time they came to the university and they were impressed. Lecture "theatres" of this size don't exist in the average Indian engineering college and they found this grand. We had lunch and then headed out to the auditorium. The ceremony got under way and I could only hope I didn't do anything stupid on the stage.

When my turn to get the degree certificate from the vice-president, I was surprisingly calm. But only after I saw the video later, I realized the mistake I had made - I held the guy's hand as he shook and got the degree in my other hand. I stayed this same way for graduation photo as well and I can only hope that I didn't make the poor guy uncomfortable or that I had ruined my photo.

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Then after eating some bad Chinese food (not sure if badly cooked or generally bad) we headed to my room where we changed and then headed to Mustafa Centre to buy a TV. We bought a Sony LED 42" TV and all  I could think was "this is what they write rap songs about".

The last day of their stay in Singapore was pretty ominous. It started raining pretty badly. We went to my uncle's place where we had some great food and watched a Tamil movie. Then we headed to the airport where we were able to claim about a hundred dollars of GST.

The goodbye wasn't long or tearful. But when I headed back home I felt as if I should have said something more than I did. Their stay, though brief, had formed a part a memorable part of my life. I felt a little sad and lonely that night.

There was still some prawn gravy and fried fish left. Eating it seemed to help a little.

Ciao

Stone Pillow and Feather Pillow

Stone pillows and feather pillows.

Those are the two types of pillows in my opinion.

There were two types of pillows in my home back in India. One was full of cotton it is rather hard. It is good for people who have a bad back or neck because it eases the pain. I don't like that type of pillow because it was too hard for me. Hence I called it stone pillow.

The second type of pillow, the feather pillow, surprisingly doesn't have any feathers inside it. It is actually full of a material called "Recron", which is widely used nowadays to make soft cushions, mattresses and pillows. It is soft, flexible and feels good against your head. Hence I named it feather pillow.

Now why am I talking in detail about pillows? Since coming to Singapore, I miss my feather pillow. What they sell in Singapore is usually 100% cotton pillow. This pillow is also pretty comfortable, until it gets a little old. Then, the pillow caves in, particularly at the place where you put your head and the cotton inside also gets thin and unyeilding, making it pretty unconfortable. And as a result, I wasn't able to sleep for a long time yesterday. In fact, I slept only two hours after yesterday turned into today.

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Singapore is a little lame. Today I checked the IMAX movie bookings for The Dark Knight Rises. Surprisingly, even the evening show tickets were still available. And only few of the morning and afternoon show tickets have been booked. It's a shame. In Australia, fans crashed the booking site minutes after opening the bookings.

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You might have noticed (if you have even read my blog) that my writing is rather lame. I'm not talking about my grammer or anything, I'm talking about stuff I write about. It's about pillows and movies and stuff. I'm not trying to change the world with my blog but I should atleast be able write about something that matters. In India, the politics scene was pretty interesting and it was a perpetual source for something to write about. Moving to Singapore, where politics is practically non-existent, there is nothing really to talk about. People of Singapore may disagree, but really, if you want real politics, come to India.

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From this week, I'll be starting a new section called Song of The Week. Or something like. There maybe two or three songs. Or there maybe no song at all. Or maybe no post at all. Just listen. I really like this song.

This song, called Breath of Life, was the high point of enduring Snow White and The Huntsman. This song is played during the credits and it introduced me to the deep and strong voice of Florence + The Machine, whatever she/he/they/it maybe. Enjoy the song.

Ciao.

Few Bad Eggs

Well, I've given up on Skyrim. Chasing the dragon was getting a bit addictive...see what I did there? That's-that's a joke...yeah it's not funny.

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Cooking is sometimes the most productive activity of your life and also the bane of your existence (oxymoron anyone?). Well there are times when you find an awesome recipe on the internets which uses up all the ingredients you already have and still manages to stand out from your usual crappy cooking which feels great and you end up asking your roommate about how it tastes and feel like a puppy getting a backrub when he says it's good. And there are other times when you wake up after an exhausting dream involving threeways with hollywood actress(es) and the only thing on your mind is "Gee, wouldn't it be great if I had some spicy biriyani and some sweet lassi to wash it down?" and all there is to eat is some stale leftover rice from last night. And then you realize what you used to have in your life that you don't have now. Or, as in my case, you still have but it's too far away to solve the problem at hand. And upon this realization, you draw a conclusion that dawns upon you only now though it had been staring at you for quite a while.

"I miss my mommy".

Happy mothers day.

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Recently I read news of a car crash involving a wealthy chinese immigrant and a local cab driver. The chinese guy drove a Ferrari and was probably drunk when the incident happened. He tried to run a red light and ended up crashing on a taxi. The crash video is available on youtube and it's not a pretty sight - the Ferrari decimated the taxi. Both the taxi driver and the Ferrari driver died. And this added fuel to the flame that's slowly starting to spread like wildfire - the Singaporean public is not happy with the country's immigration policies and it blames the immigrants for making their buses crowded, living costly and life in general, crappy. Being an immigrant myself, I'm gonna play the devil's advocate and say that it is partially true. But how far is it contributed by the immigrants? 

In Singapore, being a small city, news like this is rare and spreads pretty fast. Road accidents are few and far. Imagine a country like India where trains are perpetually late and the mass transit is, in general, bad and that's being kind in my criticism. But they get away with it. No one is really bothered about it. But in SG, SMRT (Singapore's metro service) services disrupted several times over the past few months and people went batshit crazy. This leads to the conclusion that when the area is small, small problems become large.

Lets draw another parallel with Singapore and India, and this time, we'll compare the immigration problem. India doesn't have an immigration problem with an influx of foreigners. But there is an immigration problem within the states of India. Shiv Sena, the prominent Maharashtrian party, ardently opposes workers from other states from entering Mumbain and the rest of their state shouting "They took our jobs!". Part of this opposition involves a property damage amounting to 80 crores in property damage last year during their protests.

Singapore faces a similar problem. Singapore is like a frustrated housewife - it doesn't feel appreciated. Foreign students bad mouth it in twitter and facebook. Foreign students occupy seats that should be taken by Singaporeans. And there is the they-took-our-jobs problem. But there are no protests in Singapore (mainly because the police never allow it) and people just curse under their breath and move on. Some articles say that this is one of the reasons the PAP is losing is support from the public.

What I don't get is, eventhough everyone knows that Singapore needs foreigners to grow, or to even stay the way it already is, what's with all the whining? Foreign talent is necessary for Singaporean industries, and I guess a major part of Singapore's tourism and services based industry is composed of foreigners. Being meritocratic and all, Singapore cannot expect every employee in every company in Singapore to be a citizen because, lets justs face it, not every Singaporean is the best guy for a given job. Sometimes foreigners are just better. Singapore's economy runs on a lot of foreign investment, many companies in Singapore are MNCs based in other countries. To quote a very crappy saying, Singapore wants to have its cake and eat it too. 

For my part, I whine whenever I see a job posting for which only Singaporeans and PRs are allowed to apply. Be happy that you still have that  Singapore, because, back in India, that kind of discrimination doesn't exist because, even Indians don't wanna work in India.

Singapore's problem with immigration is not due to a problem with its immigration system. It's just a case of a few bad eggs. Drunk people have poor judgement in common. Beer goggles works on all nationalities. If any laws or policies need to made stricter, it should be the laws relating to driving.

Ciao