Monthly Archives: November 2008

The secret of Indian rice?

I am at the end of my rope here and need some desperate help.

I love Indian food (no surprise) but have many times over tried to copy the kind of rice you get at Indian restauranants. This rice is very non-sticky yet really good (no fake uncle ben’s rice here).
So, when I think I will finally get this nice rice, it just turns out like every time.

I bought myself a big bag of Pakistani Habib Basmati, but maybe that is not good enough (Pakistan and India are not always friendly towards eachother, so how can you expect Pakistani rice to turn out like the Indian rice I want?).

According to WikiHow the below instruction should do it, but I don’t know, me thinks this is exactly what I do. Could anyone please help me? (Uma?)

How to Make Indian Style Basmati Rice

from wikiHow – The How to Manual That You Can Edit

Indian cookery has a whole lot of styles of making rice. If you start with the basic boiled rice, you’ll notice that the Indian style boiled rice is little different from the usual method of boiling. What’s the secret? Here is the secret revealed.

Ingredients

  • Water
  • Basmati rice
  • Salt

Steps

  1. Wash the rice at least 5-8 times with cold running water (so the rice grains won’t stick to each other).
  2. Boil plenty of water. The amount of water should be double the amount of rice.
  3. Add salt (optional).
  4. Add washed rice and let it cook for 10-15 minutes. Stir once or twice.
  5. Strain the water in a colander.

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Conformity

To conform to a group seem to be an instinctive and natural trait for all humans, yet it has a tendency go create a lot of suffering.

People go with the group wether they agree or not, and often feel bad when they really don’t want to. But instead of questioning the group norm, they rationalize their behaviour so that the mental conflict is solved. Instead of saying, I don’t want this, they say to themselves, this is what I really wanted, conforming to the group. Humans have an incredible ability to fool themselves into thinking they really want something they don’t. I am no exception. There are countless situations when I have conformed to the group and probably countless more that I’m not even aware of.

For some reason, a minority of people have problems conforming. I am one of them. Even though I might look like everyone else outwardly, I often feel limited by the conformity around me and when I feel that way, I have a childish tendency to revolt against it. When I became a vegetarian about twelve years ago, it was an act of rebelling against the society I am living in, and in the beginning especially I identified with it just to be able to tell to myself and to others that I wasn’t going to accept the norms around me. I was different.
Conforming to a group or rebelling against it, can if you look close enough be seen for what it is. It is a dynamic pair of opposites that consitute life. Wether you conform or rebel, you are still very much part of the game, and even though the rebel thinks he is standing outside not taking part in the game, he is still a slave to it. If no one was standing outside, how could there be an inside? If there were no rebels, there would be no definition of that which the rebel was fighting.

To be truly free from conformity might sound utopian, but perhaps only because it is so rare. My rebellious acts has always been a strategy to reach a state of existance where no conformity exist. I have had little success, at least with that strategy.
To be free from conformity is not to look, think and be different from everyone else. A free man might look and talk just like you and me. Freedom is not a quality on the outside, but a release on the inside. To stop identifying with that which is always stuck in this world, that which will always conform in a way, our sense of personality and our body and start to see what we Are. That which never conforms, that which is always free, open and alive.

Why some people walk their own way, or why they feel so limited in the face of expectations and conformity I don’t know. All I know is that I have always been that way (that I know of), always questioning the obvious.
What would the world be like without non-conformers? Isn’t it in the dynamic ”conflict” between the conformers and non-conformers where all kind of change happen? And just like the rebel and the group rebelled against, there would be no concept of conformity if non-conformity didn’t exist. So, in the end, we all play our roles in this universal game called life, and perhaps suffering only happen when we try to go against these roles. Trying to conform when we know we can’t or trying to act differnt when all we are is normal.

First snow

Today when I woke up, the first real snow (that is still there after 5 minutes) has arrived.

View from Kitchen window
View from Kitchen window

I hope that this snow stays, or that at least we get a white winter. Something that is rare these days in this area. Even though snow means things become a little bit harder to do, at least it lights up the city and makes it nice and beautiful.

These pictures is taken from my apartment. When looking at them, you might get the idea that I’m living on the countryside and not in the largest city in Sweden, but I’m not, I just live in an area where they haven’t started building all the houses that have been planned.

The field I see from my kitchen window for instance, will soon be packed with houses, since they are planning to build arund 2000 apartments in that area. Don’t know why they didn’t start earlier, since there is huge demand for somewhere to live in Stockholm.

View from balcony
View from balcony

I’m off to Västerås now for a men’s club meeting (which means fotball (soccer), beer, and an outside jacuzzi heated by fire.

Back

I arrived back home about half an hour ago. It feels good to be home again.

This week has been good though. I have had plenty of time to relax during the nights, and the tempo at the factory has been way less than what I’m used to at the office. It really shows the huge difference between Stockholm and smaller cities.

On thursday when I was driving back to the hotel I realized I was driving along the road just next to where my sister used to live, and I remembered the time when I visited her there just before she moved back to Västerås all those years ago (must have been somewhere around 2002 I think).
I have realized about myself that I have a very good memory and sense of locations. Sure, I had help from the map, but I could find places easily that me and my sister went by only a couple of times some six or seven years ago. I have also started to think it is fun to drive in Stockholm, not planning too much just relaxing and trusting myself that I will finally get there somehow. Big difference from my panic attacks only a year or so back :)

During this week I did accomplish a lot of things that needed to be sorted. There is still some work to do, but I’ll do that in it’s own time. Just when I was packing my stuff to leave this afternoon, I thought I should take a look at my inbox briefly. I shouldn’t have done that! I found a couple of angry e-mails from my customers and some other fairly urgent stuff. And I was planning on taking monday off. Hmm.

I got back to the office around five in the afternoon after a three hour drive and since I had to go there to drop off the company car I have used, I thought I’d just handle those urgent things and get rid of it. So, despite me being tired and it being a friday, I worked for another two hours, but at least know I can easily take monday off with out thinking about it all the time. It will make my weekend much better!

After a quick Sushi at the local japanese restaurant Daichi (which proved to be very good) I walked home and I’m now relaxing in my nice small and nice apartment.

Lesson learned today: I’m not going to throw a brief glance at my e-mail ever again! :)

Second day

I have survived the second day, and I can also say that things are starting to look good. Don’t know exactly what will come out of it yet, but the meetings I had today went better than expected. I am tired and going to doze off to bed in a few minutes, so I will just share this little news with you now…

I also want to let you know that it is fully legal, even encouraged to drop a comment on this blog. It would be nice to see who you are and what you think. It requires registration to comment, but it will only take you a minute or so to do it.

Who are you? Let me know in the comments…

First day

I am really tired right now. Sitting in my hotel room relaxing before going to sleep. It is now 8.45pm and I could easily go to sleep straight away. This day has been ok, but not as good as I had hoped. When we arrived at our customer and started working, the computers didn’t work as planned.

It seems I work for the Pentagon, because the security levels on our computers are so rigid we can’t even use them. First I need a working anti-virus and firewall installed, which is logical. Then I have to connect to our company secure network, type in my credentials which will download and install a small security application. When it has been installed, I have to type in my credentials again, but enter numbers in my password by clicking on a number board on the page (instead of hitting the numbers on the keyboard). After that I will hit the submit-button and a one-time password will be sent to my cell-phone (mind you that I cannot choose myself what number it is sent to, this has to be arranged before hand with the technician at work). I will then enter the one time password and get into the network. When hitting the button called ”Terminal server”, which will start the computer, I get a failure sign because the security on the computer is not enough. Huh?!?!.

We brought three computers, none worked, but for some reason I could login to the computer using my private laptop. I guess that is much safer than using the company computers?
Is someone suspecting a slight case of Paranoia yet?

Anyway, my team managed to get some stuff done anyway, working together with their administrative staff, and tomorrow we have been scheduled for the dreaded meeting with the operations staff. I don’t have too high expectations, especially since their accountants talked about rumours that are floating around the factory about layoffs that are to be presented on thursday.

After tomorrow, my two team members will go back to Stockholm, and I will stay around until friday to keep going. For dinner we went out to a restaurant called Texas Longhorn, that has as it’s specialty huge pieces of steak :) (I ate a really nice vegetarian fajita). I have taken a shower, gotten in to my remote-controlled bed and will probably pass out in a few minutes…

This is turning into a kind of soap opera. Stay tuned for the second episode, where I get attacked by a furious pack of wolves and turned into a beef fajita… :)

The Swell Season at Berns

Glen Hansard

On November 12th, me, U and a friend of her went to a concert; The Swell Season.

It is formed by Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova who play the main roles in the movie Once, set in Dublin. The movie itself is a modern musical and except for being a mellow and great movie, it won an Oscar for the music, specifically the song Falling Slowly (see the youtube clip below). I didn’t get any good pictures of Marketa because she was sitting with the back towards us, and then I wasn’t allowed to take more pictures, because for some reason, when you have a semi-proffessional camera they will tell you to put it down, but it’s ok to take pictures with other kind of cameras :( .

The soundtrack to the movie has become one of the albums I have listened to the most the past months, and when we heard that they were coming to Stockholm, we just had to go! The expectations was high, yet they managed to outperform those expectations, making the concert magical.

Glen Hansard

Glen Hansard

Set in the old and very beautiful halls of famous Berns in central Stockholm they played and played and played, never wanting to quit. After almost two hours they weren’t allowed to continue. It turned out to be a late night because of it, and the morning after I was basically wiped out.

The first ideas was that Glen and Marketa would do the music for the film, and then someone else would play the characters. But in the last minute, they turned it down and the musicians was called in to act too. A wise move in my opinion, and a very great oppurtunity for these people to get internationally famous.

So if you haven’t seen the movie or heard the music, just do it. It is great.

Next week

Next week I’m going down south, to a small town close to Linköping, the same city where my sister live for four years before moving to Australia. I’m going on Monday and will stay down there until friday and help one of my customers as much as I can.
There has been quite a lot of pressure from this customer the past month, and they want to get things sorted. We went down there two months ago for a workshop, which didn’t prove to be of much use.

Their CFO (chief financial officer) basically wants me to go down there and tell their people how to run a global manufacturing company correctly. How this is going to happen I don’t know.
He has so far presented three strategies. 1. Firing everyone and hire new people. 2. Stand behind them and hit them with a bat until they do things correctly and 3. Sending an outside consultant, with no experience of manufacturing companies or authority to tell anyone to do anything down there to sort things out.
Since number 1, making empty threats about firing them all proved unsuccesful and number 2. Is illegal, the choice came to number 3.
That idiot is me.

I suggested a fourth strategy. Listen, Learn, Communicate and Support.
This one was effectively stopped by threats of number 1 and number 2 presented by that same CFO when we were doing that workshop to increase co-operation and communication. The end results was thus not very good.
When someone with the aim of making something works starts a presentation by telling everyone that they are incompetent I really start wondering how they got their job. I do think that the C and the O in CFO should be dropped, because this guy obviously do not know what he’s doing.

The good thing about all this is that I’m going to stay at a nice hotel and get some time off from the big city. Staying on my own in a place I have only been a few times, just minding my own business.
We’ll see how it all turns out…

Lemmings

One morning when I was getting ready to go to work, I started thinking about how the human race for some peculiar reason seem to be engineered into aligning themselves with everyone else. It is probably an old survival technique with it’s reasons, but what I started to think about was the fact that everyone seem to be going to work at the same time.

Outside my house, there is a road. A road that gets quite a lot of traffic. Every day, there is a slow moving line of cars, all going into the city. Patiently (or perhaps not), slowly driving forward. And I think to myself that I would go insane if I had to drive in this traffic every day, yet, for some reason I take the same commuter train or metro to my job every day, without too much insanity showing up. Probably because even I have been conditioned for centuries to be part of it all.

We are like Lemmings, just going, going, going. I think a lot of people has no deeper answer to why they are going or where, but I am sure that everyone could give you thousands of superficial ones, if they even knew what you were asking.

Sooner or later, usually later, it all comes down to one thing. Life is meaningless. There is no real point in what we are doing. If I woke up one morning and decided to stop walking. To just Stop. Nothing would really happen in the bigger picture. The world would not stop. And when you die, your body will be disposed of, like every body sooner or later gets disposed of.
Life will continue like nothing really happened (at least that’s what we think, but would you know when you’re dead?).
Life will continue. Some will mourn you, just like every time someone dies. Arrangements will be made, you will be replaced where you need to be replaced. Matters will be taken care of. And, in the face of Eternity, you will be so small that you won’t even be noticed.

Your life is a small drop of water in the Ocean of Life. A tiny blip on the radar, making sense only as part of it’s whole, and hardly even that. Yet we go about our days, performing actions like the existence of the Universe depended on it. Like Lemmings, dutifully performing our part of the play without questioning.
Who is the screenwriter? Is there really a Play at all? Are there any actions to be performed?

”Events happen, Deeds are done, but there is no individual doer thereof.” – The Buddha

A little video clip to get you thinking:

Living in the future

In the comments on my post about Obama, there was some talk about how the election seemed to be a lot about hope.

Hope is a peculiar thing. Hope is the idea that we need to endure to find out that in the future, everything is going to get better, but if you look at the life you have lived, you will probably find that things has gone up and down, and we usually think things are still not good enough and need to be improved.

Most people is constantly thinking about the past and the future. We feel guilty and regret things we have done in the past, because we are anxious that it will mean bad consequences for our life, and then we worry about what will happen in the future, because we don’t know, and things might turn out ugly. To cope with this we invent concepts such as hope. Hope, that despite our past (which is not usually as bad as we think), things might turn out pretty good or even better. What we tend to forget is that when we focus on the past and the future, the life we live now just goes by without us even noticing it.

The old saying ”the grass is always greener on the other side” fits very well with this. We always think things might be better somewhere else but here. We might be reasonably happy, but always keep a foot in the door just in case something better turns up. This can clearly be seen around you in this consumer society we live in (in myself too), in that as soon as you have bought something new, a cell phone, a computer or a new car, we start planning for the next thing that will replace it. (I want an iPhone by the way because the cell phone I have now is more than six months old, so if anyone got one, send it to me ?).

A zen-buddhist monk told the story of how a man was out walking and decided that when he got home, he would eat a peach. He started to imagine how this peach would taste, the sweetness, the juice and how it would feel to put his teeth in it. He so vividly imagined the peach, that he totally missed the beautiful landscape around him. When he reached his house, he wanted the peach so badly, that he went straight to the table, took the peach and ate it.
Since he had already experienced the peach so vividly in his mind, he was already done with it, and while he was eating it, he started thinking about what he would do next, and before he knew, he had finished the peach and was going about the next thing.

This is basically how most people live their lives. Thinking about what to do next even before finishing what we are doing now or thinking about all the good or bad times we’ve had in our lives, so we completely forget what is happening around us. And therefore misses to actually live life as it is.

Peter Englund, a Swedish historian who is also a member of the board of the Swedish Academy. The same Academy that is responsible for nominating scientists for the Nobel Prize, was interviewed in a magazine I read a couple of years ago. He is one of the foremost academics in Sweden, yet he thought that living in the Now was a bit overrated, after all, you hve to plan sometimes too.

To live in the Now moment is not about not planning and thinking about the past, but rather to Be here right now. Present.
Lets look at Now for a moment. Can you at anytime in your life not be here now? You could say that yesterday you are not here now, but yesterday you were in the Now of yesterday, and the only reason you now that there was ever an yesterday, is because you have a memory of it. Now.
In the same way, living in the future is also impossible. The only way you experience the future, is by imagining it Now.

You are always stuck in the Now moment. Whether you want to or not. The problem is probably that you don’t want to be stuck in the Now moment, because it can be quite unpleasant if you’re not used to it, and therefore you get caught up in Thinking about the past or the future. You think about it. Now. Instead of Being, Now.
We do miss this obvious often. Even clever people like Peter Englund misses it, because he thinks that planning takes place somewhere outside of Now.

You can only Be Here Now.