Samosa: a delicious desi treat. Flaky and crispy on the outside, soft and potato squishy on the inside. A samosa, to shine in all its samosa glory must do the balancing act of hard and soft, crispy and squishy, effortlessly. You can talk about the tasty potato center all you want, its delicate spices mingling together in perfect harmony, but really the hard crispy shell is essential and there’s no way around it: hard shells are gotten only by deep frying.
I’ll be seeing the subject of my trampoline post at two different gatherings tomorrow. I’ve since learned said person has said a great many things against me to people who have in turn joined in solidarity. Said person has a gift for charming people and taking over a room with their presence. Its one of the things I liked about them, but when used for hurting another, now that I have been on the receiving end of it, is one of the things that hurts most.
I’m reading Northanger Abbey by Jane Austin. In one scene a dissed Catherine sits alone at the ball, friendless and alone. Austin writes: To be disgraced in the eye of the world, to wear the appearance of infamy… while her actions all innocence, and the misconduct of another the true source of her debasement, is one of those circumstances which peculiarly belong to the heroine’s life, and her fortitude under it what particularly dignifies her character.
Different era, different culture, and yet she too had to endure a similar situation. Such situations can help define your character. The proper amount of hot oil to solidify your crispy shell and balance the spicy softness within.
Ofcourse the Quran addresses such instances. “and endure with patience whatever people may say [against thee], and avoid them with a comely avoidance. And leave Me alone [to deal] with those who give the lie to the truth – those who enjoy the blessings of life [without any thought of God] – and bear thou with them for a little while…” [73:10-11]
When it comes down to it, I’m not the only one whose dealt with this. Its a source of pain clearly for thousands of years. It might be my first time, but if history is any indication, it likely won’t be my last. So sooner or later I’ll have to be fried, if I want to strengthen myself anyhow… as I jump into a boiling vat of it tomorrow I’ll remind myself, better now than the inevitable later.