It's a good day to try hard...

.....and fail miserably!
Have you ever watched a movie where it seems like the only thing the actors on screen succeed in doing is insulting your intelligence. I'm not saying that the Die Hard movies are meant to be mentally challenging in any way but when you do away with virtually every premise that made them an institution, it's a good day to bid them goodbye.
Any die hard fan will agree that the first two movies was where all the appeal lay and the rest we just watched, mostly out of loyalty with a tad bit of curiosity. This last one however has turned me into a disbeliever. For me the biggest appeal of Die Hard was that John Mcclane did indeed 'die hard' and not a 'try hard'.  One could see Bruce Willis making an effort to look like he was thinking about his next, foolhardy move, seeing it all turn to shite and then, bruised and battered, he picked up the pieces and went on to do it all over again - all the while not losing his sense of humour and at the end of it all when he staggered out wasted but victorious we all chanted  - yippeekayay with him!  But to me an even bigger draw of the movies were the bad guys - they weren't idiots (and here again I must refer to several John Travolta movies post his dancing days) and wouldn't just keel over and die, after all it wouldn't be 'die hard' then would it? One can argue that given Bruce's age, would it be realistic for him to fist fight the goons? No it wouldn't so why not let good enough be and not inflict this sorry mess of a movie on the public? Why sully the good name of John Mcclane? 

There isn't much to say really but I remember reading somewhere that it is more important to write when you have nothing to say than when you have something to say. Ok, so maybe I made that up but it sounds plausible enough!
This morning I feel ok. Dare I say g o o d even. The last few days have had a strange sense of melancholy about them. Unrest, unsettled. Today feels more like me. I'm still looking forward to the rest of the day post 4 pm without a coffee yet and that in itself speaks volumes for motivation!
Tasks keep switching burners but I often find myself in an odd spot - having made a career out of what I 'really wanted to do', I now need to find something else I really want to do. So when someone asks the question - what do you do? -  I can tell them what I do for a living without having to add that this is also what I've always wanted to do, paycheck or no pay check, but actually yes pay check.

The one where we ponder life's questions... and find answers!

It has been an arduous task finding a template, font and layout that I'm happy with. I don't like dark backgrounds. I prefer black on white. In that sense I guess I'm a 'simplist'. For a long time I believed that appearances don't matter but I'm learning otherwise now.
But that is a discussion for another day. Today is about Thai food and enlightenment. The two are independent although one might argue that the East is so often associated with enlightenment. Sadly this is far from the truth. Although one might realise that one is enlightened after one visits the 'East'. Old joke, new ways.

For the longest time, all of six months, I was hard pressed to find a restaurant in Leuven that served a good Pad Thai. One where the noodles are cooked just right, the tamarind doesn't overpower and the sweet and sour just bursts in your mouth. And one garnished with peanuts and one that comes together so beautifully when the lime is squeezed onto it.
Such blissful Pad Thai, my friends, can indeed be found in multiple places in Brussels but sadly not so in Leuven. So when the Pad Thai cravings began last week, I hot footed it to the 'new place' that I had my eye on and, what do you know, it didn't disappoint!
Let's just say I will be a regular, pocket permitting.

So much Pad Thai and Mai Tai induced conversation ensued and in true Mai Tai induced fervour I proclaimed to the bearer-of-all-brunt that if he had no other redeeming quality, I would marry him ten times over for not being a male-chauvinist.
So it would be unfair to say that I've been at the receiving end of much  gender related discrimination. Brain related, and therefore valid, discrimination but not gender related. But I've seen my fair share of chauvinists, both male and female, the former far outnumbering the latter but the latter no less chauvinistic.
I've seen them in all walks of life; colleagues, friends, family, age no bar, education no bar. And in my vast experience (scoff!) I have met a handful of men who were not male chauvinists. Allow me to elaborate.
There is the kind of man who is the very definition of male chauvinism, others practice it but don't preach it, others don't preach it and don't practice it and to many this last kind is classified as non-MC. To me this is not true. This last kind too knows male chauvinism for what it is, might even agree with it with some peer pressure, but makes an active effort to go against the tide.
But I think I have been lucky in life I have met certain kind of men, few and far between, for whom the very concept of chauvinism and the resulting discrimination were alien. As ridiculous and unnatural as walking on your head or eating with your feet. This is the kind of man the husband is.
And so I gave him his due and duly lauded him for this and asked him 'Oh! wise one, why art thou thus' and he replied 'See Amrita, most people who fight for equality fight against differences and like to say that men and women are the same. But to have equality one must first accept that there are differences. And then realise that they don't matter'.
I experienced a mini Buddha moment. Enough said.

Glimpses of home

First off, thank you Mayuran for the photos! You've easily contributed to 5000 words in this post (at the rate of a picture being worth a thousand).

The hot water beach....

The waves breaking at the hot water beach...

One of many Cranium sessions with the family...

 Someone remind me why I left...

Happy New Year indeed.

The majestic Rangitoto island - special for so many reasons

I have been wishing for a good book to get me out of the rut. Books have always had a way of making me feel fulfilled and, although I never admitted it publicly, I have been seriously rueing the fact that I haven't been able to read in the last few months.

It wasn't just a matter of not finding the time but more of not being able to get past a few pages! So things came to a head and I needed a book that didn't grab me by the collar and thrust me head-first into courtroom drama but rather a book that, like an old friend, took me by the arm into a coffee shop and we proceeded to make conversation where we left off, years ago. 

Well I'm back and what better way than to 'receive' a thousand e-books and pick one with the perfect ingredients - wit, sarcasm, humour and science! If you read one book this year let it be this one - 'Surely, you're joking Mr. Feynman!". The extraordinary story of an extraordinary man. 

While the narrative might seem matter-of-fact so much that it borders on arrogance, if you have every spent time with physicists you realise that this is their only and most endearing 'social' quality.

Wikipedia describes the book as 'an edited collection of reminiscences by the Nobel Prize-winning physicist, Richard Feynman.' But it is so much more!