chai chai chai by orange tuesday on Flickr.
This is how I make my chai (for one cup):
- 1/2 cup water
- 1 teaspoon Ceylon loose tea
- 1 cinnamon stick
- 3-4 cardamom pods (opened or crushed)
- 1-2 cloves
- a little bit of pepper (either ground or whole)
Put all of these in a pot and bring to boil. Let it simmer for about a minute and then add
- 1/2 milk
Again, bring it to a boil. Add some sugar and enjoy !
(note: don’t throw away the cinnamon stick. You can use it a few times before it loses its flavour)
Arrogance is a bad thing. Quite unattractive really. And dangerous too. One can become arrogant for a couple of reasons. Seven if we’d like to categorise and count things. But the one kind that is probably most hazardous, is to become arrogant with the knowledge one has gained of one subject or another.
Why? Because when we grow arrogant and think that we are in a higher position of learned-hood in some sort of field, we inevitably see others being in a lower position. So, even if them ‘low’ folk find/say something true, we may fail to recognise that truth and even try to prove them wrong. What kind of greater danger there is for a seeker of knowledge, then?
Gaining knowledge mustn’t increase our arrogance. It is not intelligent. We must face the reality and be humbled by the things we don’t know.
I suggest that we stop paying attention to scholars, scientists, authors, leaders, journalists - in short thought and idea spreaders of any kind - who show hints of arrogance in their behaviour and speech. Their arrogance will sooner or later misguide them. Why should we risk it too ??
“I had the symptoms, beyond all mistake, the chief among them being ” a general disinclination to work of any kind.” What I suffer in that way no tongue can tell. From my earliest infancy I have been a martyr to it. As a boy, the disease hardly ever left me for a day. They did not know, then, that it was my liver. Medical science was in a far less advanced state than now, and they used to put it down to laziness. … And they didn’t give me pills; they gave me clumps on the side of the head. And, strange as it may appear, those clumps on the head often cured me — for the time being. I have known one clump on the head have more effect upon my liver, and make me feel more anxious to go straight away then and there, and do what was wanted to be done, without further loss of time, than a whole box of pills does now. You know, it often is so — those simple, old-fashioned remedies are sometimes more efficacious than all the dispensary stuff.”