The Privilege of Kindness

Countless birthday candles and shooting stars,

I was raised to dream endlessly,

Believe that nothing was beyond the realms of possibility.

Perhaps that is what my love for stargazing was born of,

Opportunities to make wishes;

Stroll down the path of life without dismissals.

Growing up with everything you wish for,

Makes it mundane to want,

Ask a world taunted by needs, and anticipate it to grant.

Little did I know,

Of the long ways I had yet to go.

Little did I know,

Of the storm that had to pass before one could see the rainbow.

Life isn’t as pretty, as the poems claim it to be.

Life hadn’t been as kind to most, as it had been to me.

Most people are given less than they deserve.

And in the face of brutal inequality, they are expected to survive.

Those of you, with your pockets full of wishes,

Spare some for those who may need it more to go on.

The greatest thing you can do with the kindness you were shown,

Is send it forward to those, who haven’t had as many stars to wish upon.

© Abirami

When I was younger and I was faced with the question of what I wanted to be when I grew up, it was never a career path that came to mind. To be good. That has always been the goal. And what is good? Who is a good person? There are so many different answers. But they all boil down to the idea of acceptance. A good person is someone who simply goes out of their way to avoid making someone else’s life harder. Will you be remembered as a good person if you’ve hurt the life of another? Well, it is human to err. So what is unequivocally good then? It is simply to try your best. To try your best to accept those who are different from you. To try your best to do right by your loved ones. To try your best to forgive yourself for the mistakes you’ve made and seek redemption. To be good, is to try. And try I will. I hope you do as well.

– The Obsessive Writer

Guilt Free Whole Wheat Chocolate Banana Cupcakes With NO Added Sugar

This had to be the first recipe I shared, because it is the one I am most thankful for. I bake these almost every other day. This is in no way supposed to be a miracle food that makes you lose weight. No. Eat a healthy diet and exercise to not be a total potato. Or don’t! that’s your call. The only thing these cupcakes are meant to do is to give you a guilt free way to indulge your sweet tooth without consuming empty calories. By replacing sugar with fruit we simply get additional nutrients apart from the sweetness they impart to the dish. Now that we’ve gotten the PSA out of the way(for legal reasons), let’s get to baking.

What You’ll Need :

Additionally, you will need around 50 ml of milk or water to loosen the batter and almonds or any other preferred nuts to top the cupcakes.

Do not put your ingredients into a million little cups. That does nothing but leave you with a million dishes to wash. Have I ever done this before? No. Will I ever do this again? No. Just don’t do it. However putting this together did satisfy my OCD to a point of unexplainable satisfaction.

Step By Step Instructions That Nobody Asked For :

  1. Mix all your dry ingredients in a bowl and sift them together as well. Sifting helps you avoid over-mixing later when you combine the wet ingredients and dry ingredients one by one.
  2. Mix all your wet ingredients together; eggs first, followed by the mashed bananas and dates puree, then add the melted butter. Does the order matter? No. Not at all. I just added it for funsies.
  3. Mix your wet and dry ingredients only until they’re combined. Just fold them together. Do not over-mix. Why? I don’t know? Just don’t.
  4. Once you’ve mixed the batter, pour in your milk little by little and mix till you get the perfect consistency. A good measure is to have your batter be loose enough to let a spoon move freely without needing to use too much force. And when you pick up the batter in a spoon, some of it should still stick to the spoon when you turn it upside down. So add your milk slowly. If your batter is thick, you can always add more. But if your batter is too runny, your cake is by all means fucked. 🙂
  5. Grease your choice of cake tin with oil, butter or spray. Whatever you like! Go crazy. I like using a cupcake mould for portion control. If you don’t have a mould just use a large mug and use a third of the ingredients to make the batter.
  6. Pour in your batter, add nuts to top it if you’d like.

7. Pre-heat your oven to 180 degrees Celsius. Pop that sucker in and let it bake around 15 minutes. The bake time will vary depending on the type of mould you use, the size of your oven and the height of the rack you’re using. For instance, this is how I bake mine.

My oven has fans on the top, so placing the mould on a high rack allows it to bake evenly. If you’re not using a microwave like I am, your regular old oven will already have racks, just place it on the top one. No issues if you don’t have a rack either. It will just take a bit longer to cook when it’s further away from the heat source.

8. Use a tooth pick or any “pointy device” you can lay your hands on to check your cake after 15 minutes. Your cupcakes are done when the toothpick comes out with a thin layer of solid batter sticking to it. (If baking it in a mug then it will take no more than 2-4 minutes.)

Once you take your little creation out of the oven, let it cool down before you remove it from it’s mould. And for best results, eat them after chilling the cupcakes. I find that when it is hot, you notice the absence of added sugar more and when it is chilled, it has this dark chocolatey taste to it that is so rich you don’t miss the sugar at all. Thats it. You’re done. You can eat now.

You can follow the same recipe and replace part or the entirety of whole wheat with maida or all purpose flour. Your cupcakes will rise more and be less dense. I made these the other day with maida and they came out pretty dang good, as expected. I don’t notice a huge difference in taste so I prefer sticking to the healthier whole wheat.

I’ve made these in every possible way by now. Step by step with patience or in the middle of the night, in a single bowl, with no patience whatsoever. They always tasted good and are very easy to bake. I hope they give you some joy in these times as well. 🙂

-The Obsessive Writer (Baker?)

The Origin Of A Chef In Quarantine

You know where this is going and you clicked on it, so come along.

Living in times as strange as this can make you want to do some strange things. In all my 22 years on this planet, I have never made myself a meal. I have never been the source of my own sustenance. And honestly, I never really cared to change that. It made no difference to me where the food came from as long as I was fed. Yes. I was a spoilt child. Spare me the judgement.

Then there was a pandemic. I was forced to stay inside. I got sick of eating the same things they made at home. I was REALLY bored and I decided that this was reason enough to start cooking. And I did. Let me tell you something, it isn’t that hard. Cooking isn’t what it used to be. You are spared from awful experiences like getting bossed around by someone who can cook, or having to memorise tedious recipes. You just pull up your phone and type what you want to make and bada bing bada boom, there you go. Done. Something wrong when you’re halfway through? Just ask the internet what to do again. We live in times where anything can be replicated in a DIY and cooking just happens to be at the top of that list.

The most surprising outcome from this already unexpected adventure is that, I seem to love cooking? What? Yeah, I love it. It is so much fun. It caters(pun intended) to every little need of the perfectionist in me. Cooking is such a satisfying task because when you’re done, you get to eat that deliciousness you just slaved over. And to add to that, I’ve been taking my health and fitness quite seriously so cooking my meals allows me to control what I eat every single day. It has been such a win-win-win situation up in here.

If you’re wondering why I took the time to type all this down, I just wanted to let you know in advance so you’re not completely left in the dark when you see me posting recipes and my experiences with cooking here. It is all I do and I want to write about it. If you’re interested in some recipes with a focus on health without limiting yourself too much, follow my blog and stick around. I will be posting my recipes often. I make indulgent dishes like Chicken Biriyani, Pizza, Cheese stuffed starters as well as desserts that substitute added sugar with fruit. I just want to build a community here that discusses the art of cooking and finding ways to substitute ingredients that are unavailable as recent situations have made it hard to go shopping for groceries. I hope you enjoy what is to come. 🙂 Please leave a comment if you have any requests, I would love to figure out the best concoction for any dish you’d like to see me make.

-The Obsessive Writer(Chef?)

Make Some Art for the Artist

What happens to art when it stops being for the artist? While the world loves a good crowd pleaser, we don’t really make room in our hearts for pretenders. I started writing – I don’t even know how many years ago. It was just, what I did.

“Oh that girl? Yeah, she writes on her blog and stuff”

When did I stop taking pride in being referred to that way?

When you’re good(well, subjectively speaking) at something, it is just expected that you make something out of it. You’re good at kicking things? you’re expected to try and eventually become a professional football player. You can stab something and watch it bleed without passing out? Maybe go study to be a surgeon then. In all seriousness, that’s what talent is: a conjuror of expectations. Both to the world and oneself. When these expectations are not satisfied, what IS talent, but a crippling burden? Do you know what’s worse than feeling talentless? It is knowing you’re good, but not good enough. Having flown so high, only to drop before you could taste the stars.

So I ended up studying to be an engineer. I learnt all those mathematical principles. I’ve got to put them to use somewhere, right? When you can’t find the solution to a complicated problem, you don’t always have to move forward. You can take a step back, move in a different direction, compare outcomes and go with the better alternative. Heard of backtracking, bitches? Sorry. I get defensive when the nerd comes out. So lets all take step back together. 1-2- cha cha- huh?

What if you don’t “fail”?. What if, you’re really good at something and make it in that scene? What if I’d become the greatest blogger in the world? Would that have guaranteed satisfaction? Would have I kept writing and loved every second of it? Wait a minute, success never had anything to do with why I started writing in the first place. I wrote because I loved to read; because writing is the best experience I’ve had at feeling; writing was breathing. And I’m guessing all the psychos who started stabbing when they were kids loved doing it later in life even if they weren’t doing it in operation theatres. This “expected outcome” was NEVER part of the experience. People who develop these so-called “talents”, most often do not really set out to do so. They were just doing what they loved, and had a natural competence for it or the desire to try.

I’m here, months, maybe years later, with my complete mental calibre and sense of humour intact, telling you to go do a bit of what you love, for you. Life’s really short and unpredictable as recent worldly events have reminded me. Regardless of how far you’ve come, regardless of what people think, make some art for the artist. Because who’s going to enjoy your work more than it’s ideal target audience? You.

-The Obsessive Writer.

Hope Is All Too Common An Ail

What’s going on with the world?

How is everybody at peace?

The depressed are sent to therapy,

But who make no sense are those that are happy.

Your unsuspecting well-wisher,

Wonder what they do, when you’re not around to hear.

Have you ever wondered what everybody thought?

The angel in your mind is someone else’s thot.

You ever try to make a change?

Made empty self promises to never be dubbed deranged?

You ever feel so proud?

Then watch your strength shatter as you’re shot down from that cloud?

Why try when you’re guaranteed to fail?

Hope is all too common an ail.

©️ Abirami

The Self Proclaimed Loner

Even the middle of a mob can be a lonely place

To a self proclaimed misunderstood soul

Do I not know what to say?

My words seem to reach their ears

But all meaning simply echoes away.

Do they live a life so different from mine?

We all feel, bleed and heal

But somehow I feel less important pain.

It’s funny how,

When you’re dealt a bad hand,

And you’re looking for someone to blame,

The first victim is always on the other side of a mirror.

Its tragic how,

You give your all to someone,

And receive nothing in return but shame,

The expectant fate of an obedient giver.

In this particular lonely corner of a crowded room,

I ask myself,

Can a soul be so misunderstood it doesn’t understand itself?

©️ Abirami

Afraid

Afraid to love;

It is a tremendous burden to bear,

To have somebody.

Afraid to lose,

It is a pain unlike any other,

The soul’s malady.

Happiness is a precarious possession,

To a heart soon to be destitute of love.

For there is a fate worse than death

To live, but never whole again for another breath.

©️ Abirami