Pure Randomness!

Pure Randomness!

Thursday, August 25, 2011


If there is a paradise on earth, this is it, this is it, this is it.
First time when I landed in Gosau, I swear, I didn't tell this.
We had traveled by train from Vienna to Salzburg, Salzburg to Attnang-Puchheim, Attnang-Puchheim to Bad Iscl and then from Bad Iscl to Gosau by bus. Not to mention the German who couldn't understand our English and made us get down from the train one stop earlier to Attnang-Puchheim there by making us wait there for half an hour. Argh! how difficult is it to say "No" or "Nien" when someone asks whether the next stop is Attnang-Puchheim! How do you pronounce this name anyway!!
Actually we almost didn't make it to Gosau. When we found out at the car rental that the medium sized car which can stuff four of us (medium sized) with our luggage (over sized) is not available, we got the 3 hop route from the train station. In our over sized luggage we still had a few packets of pongal and methi mutter left with us, not to mention all the warm clothes meant for Switzerland. After seeing the 3 hop route we almost decided to skip Gosau and stay back in Salzburg. But then wisdom prevailed and we said, lets try it out.
The route was scenic, beautiful, but the journey tiring. So we finally got down from the bus at Gosau-Mittertal and started walking the 400 metres which our host has mentioned. But then the 400 metres actually turned out to be 1km. Pulling the over sized bags over uneven road at the end of a 9-hour journey (oh all that luggage pulling from platform to platform, up and down stairs at stations) is not very pleasant even for 400 metres. By next day we were well rested and also fed by our ever-giggling host. Looking around I said, if there is a paradise on earth, this is it, this is it, this is it.

First Picture of Paradise on earth

Paradise in panorama

Our home stay - Pension Elfi

When in Paradise do as the Paradisians do :)

I love manual focus!

Lake at Löckernmoos

Our mood when leaving Gosau!

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

I loved my worries

I am a worrier. For being worried, I don't need impossible deadlines glaring at me or a bunch of 10 year olds who are 4 grade levels behind where they should be. I can worry my head off just by sitting at home cooking, gardening and generally whiling my time away.
But in these last few moments of being joyful in my joblessness I wonder about my worries from the last 2 months.
  • My house is still as disorganised as I had it 2 months back. My carefully prepared list of things to do to get it in order has gone missing inside the piles of papers which have been carefully collected by me and my husband over the last 11 years.
  • After scalding my wrist with molten caramel, almost cutting off a toe, burning and bruising myself at umpteen number of places on my hands and wrists, I might burn my house down while cooking.
  • How to get my caramel custard taste like heaven every time I make it and get everyone to say that it is gourmet dessert.
  • None of my flower seeds, including the ones which are preserved over 5-6 years, are germinating and my garden is still rather flowerless.
The best of all my worries:
  • My cardamom plants are flowering, but the fruits are not setting. May be I do not have enough bees in my garden for doing pollination.
But then tomorrow is altogether a different story. Who knows about tomorrow? Who knows what my worries are going to be from tomorrow!