Anish Nadh’s Blog

The pumpkin patch had over-grown on the ground. So, yesterday I took some choir ropes and made a trellis. I was careful to keep the ropes way over our heads. I really don’t like the pumpkin, I love eating the flowers, with some eggs. This pumpkin was supposed to be butter nut squash (which I love), sadly it ended up being regular pumpkin.   I had to be super careful to not cut the vine while getting the plant on the ropes. I messed up a little but it was worth the fight

Andy came over yesterday and we hung out, chatting about “stuff”. It’s privileged information so, not gonna share it here. I rescheduled some classes so we can hang out some more. We had lunch that my mom prepared, chicken curry, rice, pumpkin-beans, beetroot thoran (Andy loved it). It was fun. Solomon joined us later and we went to have samosa at a Bengal sweets place near by.  We chatted with the owner there, whose son was an executive chef at Hilton in Paris. He told us about his humble beginnings after they moved to Bangalore. We do get curious to know the stories from people that inspire us. I had utmost respect for this man.  I made them laugh with my Bengali accent, which I picked up from some neighbors at Millers Road, back during the school days.  It was time for my classes and Andy and Solomon left. I got a few travel offers to Bali and Turkey from an agent. It’s so tempting to go and is working out cheaper than I expected. But I’ll wait, and apply to Amsterdam again in the n

Guitar it is! I am postponing my trip this September and buy the 12 string guitar instead. I will attempt to go abroad next year again. I really wanted to check off going abroad this year but I’m not doing it. It’s ok if things don’t go according to plan.  I will stay consistent with the things I’m supposed to do. I will let go of things that are not meant for me.  I will work harder and smarter. 

Anything that can go wrong will go wrong. Murphy’s law!  My day started off bad. I had a fever last night, I was shivering. I had my socks and sweater on. Took a dolo. I can’t remember when I slept, I woke up at 3, with the urge to vomit. I puked some bitter bile. I saw my phone had messages from a close friend. I waited till sun break, I call this friend and after the call, I get blocked.  My head hurt, I somehow got through lunch. Then the courier arrived. My visa is rejected. What a day!  Rejections are not new, life goes on. Looking forward to what future holds. But I’ll see you sometime soon, friend and Netherlands. It’s only a matter of time. 

A lot of work was done today. I washed, dried and folded my clothes. Thankfully the sun was bright until evening.  Today was a semi productive day. I spent a lot of time making a list of my goals this year. A day well spent planning! I kept chanting my usual “planning is nothing without execution” to myself.  I started with the 478 breathing, guided by Andrew Weil and that relaxed me. I did 50 pull ups and 50 push ups throughout the day till I had blisters in my hands! Then I plotted an Eisenhower’s matrix to build a to do list.  I’m still a work in progress and don’t know much about organizing my life. But I dedicated timelines for my goals. Just starting with 2 small goals for 2 weeks, and building it from there!  Earlier this week, I bought 2 Bryan Adams tickets for his December show in Bangalore. Everyone has been calling me to see if I’m willing to part with it! I gave a stern “No way” to anyone asking. The +1 ticket will go to a worthy person let’s see ya’ll be nice to me, so I c

It was Bangalore’s Avril Lavigne aka Varsha’s birthday today. She was so passionate about singing, back in the days and now, she doesn’t sing anymore. We had reconnected over some pub-g games during Covid. Her family went through a tough time during Covid. She lost her dad .She was devastated and at the same time was in touch with me when my mom was down with Covid giving me all the support and reassurance. She used to send me food from her place at Millers Road and visit me with her husband Carl and go to IKEA.  She always made me feel special on my birthday, sending me cakes she baked etc. It was her birthday today, so I packed all her favorite snacks and also a gift and portered it to her.  She, in return sent me biryani from Khazana, my niece and I wiped it out of existence. Varsha and I later caught up over a call and spoke about aging parents. She promised to send me pastas next time she made some!  It was also Hasini’s birthday. I sent my wishes to her and she sent me back a voi

Yesterday, I noticed two tailor birds gathering and building their nest in my verandah, on one of those indoor plants, (which is now kept outdoors). I sat down by my window waiting, watching them hard at work, building their home. I read up about this bird, here  . It was fascinating to know that only the female builds the nest while the male accompanies her, cheering her on I guess. Soon they will finish their home and move in, lay some eggs have little birds in there in no time.  This made me think about people, doing similar things. Finding a partner, working together, taking care of young ones, paying EMI to their homes, taking care of family. Beautiful.