WELCOME NOTE?

Dearest gentle readers,

I’ve never been particularly good at writing or coming up with ideas, but Khayali Pulav, that’s my speciality. (Maybe I should just rename my blog to Khayali Pulav.) With full confidence that no one but I will be reading these blog posts, I’m going to take complete liberty in writing (or rather, pouring my heart out ) here. Sorry, not sorry.

"I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet, and another fig was a brilliant professor...and beyond and beyond were many more figs I couldn’t quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs I would choose.I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest..."

Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (1963).

I’ve always resonated with Sylvia Plath’s famous quote about endless potential and the fear of becoming nothing. So, for the very first time, I’m taking a step toward what I love most: Miscellaneous.

By "miscellaneous," I mean everything I’ve ever set my mind on. Though most of those interests lasted only weeks to months, my love for books and films has remained constant.

When I say "books," I’m referring to both academic and non-academic ones. Of course, what’s academic to me may not be academic to everyone else. So, broadly speaking, we’ll talk about anthropology and life.
And as for non-academic reads, they’re the material elixirs of life: novels.

Here at Khayali Pulav (yes, I think I’m going with that name), we read with objectivity in mind and subjectivity at heart. I hope you enjoy reading these as much as I enjoy writing them.

Yours truly,

Bala
Chef,
Khayali Pulav