While we are (or rather I am) venting off cheesy features – another critter commonly found in creatures like us is lack of ‘listening skills.’ So there are a variety of such women that I have come across, and have broadly classified in the following groups:
Eat me up: The kind who would pretend to listen to you but are constantly scanning you up and down, judging and disapproving at the same time. In a matter of minutes they decide “haan fast type lagtee hai, ooper sey designer bag (and on second thoughts)…chalo sannu kee”
Mirror Mirror , I am a wall: The kind who nod when you nod, or shake their head when you shake yours. Completely in harmony with your actions and words – mirroring your gestures – yet hardly there with mind, body and soul. Chances are, whilst you are talking about your woes, they might be thinking what sabzi (veggie) to make for dinner… “What will Janoo prefer, Bhindi or Baingan?”
Secret Eye: The very mushy, huggy type, who would be holding your hand or fiddling with your hair and nodding at every thing you say but eyeing people behind you. They shoot a question at you, and before you even open your mouth to reply they are examining the lady behind you thinking “Haw Shehla nai aaj phir Nida Azwer ka jora pehna hua hai (and then instantly revert back to you)…aur beta kaisee ho tum?”
Last but not the least
Smart Grape: The kind who would be attentive to everything you say, have the right listening manners (look in the eye, physical touch, sympathetic look) and all this time that you were pouring your heart out to them they were formulating a response in their mind. The moment you stop they begin their sermon of opinions and suggestions “This is what I think Betay…aagay tumhari marzee…”
I personally think that we can make a better world by wearing socks rather than forcing our toe in every door. What happened to attentive silence – the kind that has always proved to be gentle, calming and nurturing?
Moving on to my third Cheese Boom recipe, I have here a simple, nutritious and easy to prepare snack option. It is thick slices of crispy French bread, thin slabs of salty Halloumi cheese finally topped with creamy hummus. I fed this to my kids at lunchtime and they willingly approved of it.
Coincidentally, Halloumi reminds me of a time, once when I had houseguests and I served them griddled Halloumi with a generous drizzle of olive oil. They tasted it, and there was silence after that! It was that ugly silence of complete disapproval. …hayee what to do?