Chp 390. Of Cooking and Facebooking: My First Smoked Pork!

Most of you don’t know me personally, so I must admit that I am a kickass cook :D I make awesome fried potatoes, egg-tomato curry, dal tadka and bhendi fry.  The only problem is, I have never cooked a non-veg dish even once. Until last night…

Last night, I cooked smoked pork (from Mizoram) for the first time in my life, and it was freaking awesome!



I called up my sis and she briefly told me how to cook it, but when you’re doing something for the first time, sometimes a telephonic instruction doesn’t help much.

But here’s the thing about cooking in this age of social networking and easy mobile internet connectivity - So I didn’t know how to cook the smoked pork… NO PROBLEM. All I did was update the fact that I was cooking smoked pork for the first time on my Facebook status and needed assistance, and within seconds I had my Facebook friends correcting me and advising me on how to cook it properly!



A really big thanks to…




Eventually, based on their comments, I managed to prevent myself from overcooking the pork and turning it into “pork soup”. (I was actually waiting for the cooker to “phisss” at LOW flame! lolz) I also added the cabbages as instructed…



After 15 more minutes of facebooking and cooking (without closing the pressure cooker lid), I got this…








It was AWESOME!

And of course no Mizo dish is complete without my special mix of…



Yeah that’s right! Bekang (fermented beans) + Red Mizo chilly powder (EXTREMELY spicy) + Nghapih (ok I don’t know what this is called in English… I don’t even think it has a name in English, lolz) + Old Monk rum (to ferment the already fermented beans) + a little water. I then boil this ultimate concoction for a brief minute, and once the aroma is just right, I switch off the gas and let the beans soak in for around 10 minutes. After that – HEAVEN! :-)

I even took the leftover pork to office today, and everybody in office loved it!!!





So cheers to you, Facebook. Thou hath helpeth me in timeth of hunger. Bon appétit.

Chp 389. The long-distance death knell

The further the death knell chimes, the louder it sounds. Loss of a loved one is a torturous ordeal when you’re thousands of miles away. Last Thursday, three very dear friends of mine here in Mumbai lost their father. One of them is the love of my life.

When you stay far away from home, losing a father or mother is more painful. At least when you’re at home, you’re with friends and family consoling you and helping you ease the grief. You’re right there with the lifeless body of someone you once loved so much, warming you with his/her presence no matter how cold the body had become.

And then there is the horrible task of journeying home in a wretched emotional condition. You’re in the flight and everything else seems normal all around you, except for the fact that you alone are going through an agony of pain and suffering.

I’ve been living in Delhi, Bangalore, Mumbai, Hyderabad, Coimbatore, Yercaud, Lucknow and Kolkata all my life, and I have already seen too many Mizos going home after hearing the sad news that their mother or father or brother or sister had passed away.

Being a close knitted community, the Mizos of that particular city then inform each other and soon gather at the person’s rented apartment. The close friends of that person then take up the responsibility of arranging the refreshments, prayer service, flight tickets etc. The “Mizo Association” of that particular city also plays a very important and helpful role in this.

Last Thursday, at 4:26pm, my girlfriend called me up. I was in the middle of an important pitch discussion. Before I could tell her I was a bit tied up, she told me her father passed away. No further words needed to be spoken. I left office immediately. My bosses were understanding enough to rearrange all my schedules for Thursday and Friday.

On my way to her place, I kept thinking about death, and the pain of losing somebody. She stays with her two brothers here in Mumbai, older bro M who is an IIM-A grad and younger bro H who is studying in Pre-University here.

I reached their place even before the brothers. I did what I could cleaning up the place and consoling her. Soon, other Mizos started arriving. M and I went to the airport around 6pm to book their flight tickets home.

Throughout the way, M talked about how much it pained him and we even stopped by a wineshop and I bought him some beer to ease him up. When we reached the airport, further bad news awaited us as there were no tickets available for the next day. Although there were many morning flights available from Mumbai to Calcutta, the only flights that would reach Cal in time (before their Calcutta-Aizawl 11am flight) were Indian Airlines and Kingfisher, and they were both full.

V arrived from a direct Aizawl-Mumbai flight around 9pm, and he too immediately joined us straight from the arrival terminal in trying to get three tickets for the next day.

Finally, after pulling a lot of strings and many help from Mizo IAS/IPS officers all over India, around 1 in the morning we managed to get three confirmed IA and KF tickets for Mumbai-Kol.

We reached their home by around 2am, Friday morning.

When we reached, their apartment was filled with Mizos from all over Mumbai! They were all there, paying their condolences and comforting them. That’s what I love about our Mizo community. Everybody’s always there for each other, even if you don’t know each other that well.

We had a proper prayer service and Bible reading session, followed by the Lord’s Prayer.

Around 4am, a few left.

Many people did try to cheer up others and change the mood. It’s true how we sometimes tend to hide our sorrow behind a joke. We stayed up with them throughout the night (morning) and finally dropped them at the airport.

They took the connecting flight as planned: Mumbai – Kol – Aizawl. After that, they had to spend a few more hours on the road traveling to Lunglei. Finally, they reached Lunglei and laid their father to rest after dark. In our culture, we usually bury our dead around 2-3pm before dark, but there are few exceptions like this that require a late burial.


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I can’t help but think about the ordeal they must be going through. I look around in office today and I notice most of my colleagues are staying with their family here in Mumbai. They see their parents every day… When I was in the auto with M (on our way to get the three air tickets) we talked about Cinderella’s song “You don’t know what you got, till it’s gone”. How true indeed.

May the good Lord continue giving them strength and courage to ease their pain and move on…

Chp 388. SOPA BLACK-OUT

Today is January 18, 2011. Many popular sites like reddit, Wikipedia (English), boingboing and others have declared today a BLACK-OUT day, in protest against SOPA and PIPA. I for one, am a staunch supporter of this protest.

But eventually, there is a possibility that my blog may be blacklisted by the US Government for merely voicing my support for the protest. Which can eventually lead to my blog being blocked in the US and many other countries it has influence on, and my blog posts never showing up on any Google, Bing and Facebook search results ever! Which means loss of pagerank. And my Google Adsense account can be terminated, denying me of my part-time income, however measly it may be. All this is possible if SOPA has its ways.

Of course nobody’s going to do any such thing to this extremely insignificant blog of mine, but still, the very thought that it can happen to all the popular websites I frequent and find resourceful is not a very  comforting thought.

And as many experts ask: Will SOPA and PIPA really stop internet piracy, which is after all the main reason why these laws were created… Many conclude it will not stop Piracy and merely make life difficult for the rest of us free citizens of the online world.

We live in dark & difficult times, my friends.

Well, anyway, to end this very short post, here is a small comic strip inspired by my friend Goldmember. A little humor side of SOPA. :-)

Chp 387. King Henry the XIIth!

This blog post definitely deserves a picture post! What an awesome match this morning! And what a great return by the King, Thierry Henry. I cried. I actually cried when he scored that fabulous match-winning goal!

So, hope you enjoy this picture post :-)

Chp 386. First Random Post of 2012

What a hectic first week of 2012! I will surely update with what I was up to for the New Year, but right now I am just too damn tired. I had three huge pitches this week alone, guaranteeing that I had no time to blog at all.

And then we are currently renovating a very popular Mizo community site we run – misual.com, installing new plugins and testing it out with our users.

So, for the sake of just updating, I thought I’ll just post this photo of a New Year gift my CEO gave me today – a boxer of my FAVORITE character Homer Simpson. AWESOME!



Thanx Sid! :-)

And Happy New Year everyone!.