Feeling u with me
not speaking just looking
your sighs, your smiling glances,
those anecdotes in between.
those laughs and those smiles
the way your fingers feel
entwined with mine
I really love it
I love you, yes I truely do
and even if u dont at the moment
I do enough for us two
Friday, December 21, 2007
Thursday, December 6, 2007
Noodles from the memory
"Hunger" was always there with late nights in french classes. after rushing from the bread and butter earning repository called "office" to the pattice giver in terms of additional qualifications called french classes, hunger was always lurking somewhere behind long locked sleepy brain. but something as exotic and delicious and at that same time economical street food always lured one to its abode
it was one such times that a wrong bus brought me along with a friend of mine to a stall selling chinise schezwan noodles. Their only publicity was the wouthwatering smell that wafted from the frying of onions. thinking of it even now waters my mouth beyond limits. I couldnt resist and finally gave in for a plateful of noodles
at 15 rs 1/2 a plate, these were appropriately spiced, minimal oily,with chunks of spring onions. chilly garlic sauce was in abundance (that was treat 2) the quntity was sufficient for a person of medium appetite like me.
The taste was amazing,rightly spiced and "fiery hot" as the smell and color of the noodles indicated
Amidst of slurps and gulps of firey hot noodles were only some breaths taken. the result was an empty bowl and a big burp (not audible :)) , satitated mind and soul...full stomach and aboveall catching of train in record time.
it was one such times that a wrong bus brought me along with a friend of mine to a stall selling chinise schezwan noodles. Their only publicity was the wouthwatering smell that wafted from the frying of onions. thinking of it even now waters my mouth beyond limits. I couldnt resist and finally gave in for a plateful of noodles
at 15 rs 1/2 a plate, these were appropriately spiced, minimal oily,with chunks of spring onions. chilly garlic sauce was in abundance (that was treat 2) the quntity was sufficient for a person of medium appetite like me.
The taste was amazing,rightly spiced and "fiery hot" as the smell and color of the noodles indicated
Amidst of slurps and gulps of firey hot noodles were only some breaths taken. the result was an empty bowl and a big burp (not audible :)) , satitated mind and soul...full stomach and aboveall catching of train in record time.
Unexpected treat
One of the worse pain was that after the dentist has made ur teeth cosmetically beautiful but oh so sensitive. Hunger was rumbling in the stomach but kurkure and others would just be more painful for dry winter bitten lips...fumbling for change the feet moved towards the favourite "icecreamvalla"for a cone of favourite icecream.
The icecreams of this person were really out of the world. even the Amuls and walls could never compete with their synthetic colors and plastic tastes
This icecream walla incidently sold one of the real chocochip icecreams. with real chocolate bits embedded in creamy icecream, all at the cost of merely 6 rs. there were other flavors too, like kaju anjeer (cashewnut-figs) and kesar pista(saffron-pistachios).But the all time favourite was always chocochips.
But the day was not for choco chips.as that flavor was not available. :(:( malai came a close second, and so a choice was made. after having a free broken cone, the icecream exchanged hands. after first tentative licks...the mouth took control. it was not gulping but leisure slurping...the softish creamy malai icecream just felt like silky satin on the tongue...tantalizing and teasing the tongue.
The icecream soon got over, but the experience managed to stay on the tongue for a lot more time to come
The icecreams of this person were really out of the world. even the Amuls and walls could never compete with their synthetic colors and plastic tastes
This icecream walla incidently sold one of the real chocochip icecreams. with real chocolate bits embedded in creamy icecream, all at the cost of merely 6 rs. there were other flavors too, like kaju anjeer (cashewnut-figs) and kesar pista(saffron-pistachios).But the all time favourite was always chocochips.
But the day was not for choco chips.as that flavor was not available. :(:( malai came a close second, and so a choice was made. after having a free broken cone, the icecream exchanged hands. after first tentative licks...the mouth took control. it was not gulping but leisure slurping...the softish creamy malai icecream just felt like silky satin on the tongue...tantalizing and teasing the tongue.
The icecream soon got over, but the experience managed to stay on the tongue for a lot more time to come
Saturday, December 1, 2007
Pani puri se muh mein pani :)
It was all exam stress. preparing to do the best but past experience was bieng plain overstress. whatever was learnt felt like someone used shift+ delete button, to wash the slate clean :( it was evening and on the verge of going on another series of notes. a suggestion for a walk with my mom and off I went. we went all the way ahead and while coming on a suggestion decided to have pani puri.
We stopped at our favourate stall, the one which we frequented since my childhood. which had anyways not really chnaged much. only the uncle who was a bit younger then, bore some greys and a few wrinkles extra.
In the end we decided to have the atom bombs aka "pani puri"
Always a freak on sweeter version of it, I decided for a change to go it for medium version. now I wonder what is spiciest...absolute sweat provoking?????? the first one was nice...the remaining ones were each in ascending order of spiciness...it was like thousands of rockets bursting on the tastebuds...booms and oops...after a while making that poor tongue numb and beyond any comprehension....my hankie was my best friend then :):) and my nose looked as if it had just run a marathon :):)
Each bite was like heaven and hell mixed to give an effect that simply what??? height of surprise and delicacy,not the elite kind but something altogether raunchy...it was good to get addicted to
The experience finally got over (sad),leaving me to tell the tale . It completely destressed me and leaving me free to once again follow the trail of "pani puri"
We stopped at our favourate stall, the one which we frequented since my childhood. which had anyways not really chnaged much. only the uncle who was a bit younger then, bore some greys and a few wrinkles extra.
In the end we decided to have the atom bombs aka "pani puri"
Always a freak on sweeter version of it, I decided for a change to go it for medium version. now I wonder what is spiciest...absolute sweat provoking?????? the first one was nice...the remaining ones were each in ascending order of spiciness...it was like thousands of rockets bursting on the tastebuds...booms and oops...after a while making that poor tongue numb and beyond any comprehension....my hankie was my best friend then :):) and my nose looked as if it had just run a marathon :):)
Each bite was like heaven and hell mixed to give an effect that simply what??? height of surprise and delicacy,not the elite kind but something altogether raunchy...it was good to get addicted to
The experience finally got over (sad),leaving me to tell the tale . It completely destressed me and leaving me free to once again follow the trail of "pani puri"
Friday, November 9, 2007
Dosa at Mani's
"Man's is there" were the first words my mom uttered when we were contemplating that after 10th standard which college I should enroll my self to.Dad is pucca ruprelite and mom...for her its Ruia zindabad. But I had my own choices. Intending to do majors in psychology,Ruparel seemed to be the best and only option. coz in Ruia one could'nt major in psychology. My decision was made and I spent my 5 glorious years in Ruparel, finally graduating in 1st class in psychology.I enjoyed glorious stuff from PRAKASH and ASWAD of dadar but Mani's never left my memory.
In due course of time I pursued my post graduation and later started working,studying simultaneously. It was once when my colleague and very good friend mentioned that she was from ruia that my ears caught the signal. "so have u had dosa from Mani's?" was my first question. "nope. I have had from DP's ..." I was disappointed . "how about we go there once?" my face seemed to light up I guess coz she smiled. "sure" was my overenthusiastic response.
But as fate would have it, something or else used to come up and our plan used to go down the drain.
One fine day however we just decided it at the moment. "lets go today at Mani's" I said. she nodded in agreement.
And this is how we went to Mani's.located at the back end of a building, a bit blackened.. the restaurant or rather a small rather sidey hotel greeted us. Real classy "street standard". undeterred we went in and sat at one of the bit rickety tables. My friend ordered a mysore masala dosa and me...after contemplating much, settled down to sada dosa. my all time favourite. the dosas arrived and we started our feast amidst of unlimited coconut chutney and sambhar. the chutney was usual ground coconut but it was smabhar that caught my attention. different from the usual conventional udpi sambhar, this was amazing. just the right spice and tadka the right consistency and right taste. the dosa was well...a tasty wafer...that somehow managed to stay crispy even if it became cold. not the gnawing leather that we usually get so much mass produced.
Fully satitated and full we headed back, me promising my self that this was the first time but definitely not the last time that I will be at "mani's"
In due course of time I pursued my post graduation and later started working,studying simultaneously. It was once when my colleague and very good friend mentioned that she was from ruia that my ears caught the signal. "so have u had dosa from Mani's?" was my first question. "nope. I have had from DP's ..." I was disappointed . "how about we go there once?" my face seemed to light up I guess coz she smiled. "sure" was my overenthusiastic response.
But as fate would have it, something or else used to come up and our plan used to go down the drain.
One fine day however we just decided it at the moment. "lets go today at Mani's" I said. she nodded in agreement.
And this is how we went to Mani's.located at the back end of a building, a bit blackened.. the restaurant or rather a small rather sidey hotel greeted us. Real classy "street standard". undeterred we went in and sat at one of the bit rickety tables. My friend ordered a mysore masala dosa and me...after contemplating much, settled down to sada dosa. my all time favourite. the dosas arrived and we started our feast amidst of unlimited coconut chutney and sambhar. the chutney was usual ground coconut but it was smabhar that caught my attention. different from the usual conventional udpi sambhar, this was amazing. just the right spice and tadka the right consistency and right taste. the dosa was well...a tasty wafer...that somehow managed to stay crispy even if it became cold. not the gnawing leather that we usually get so much mass produced.
Fully satitated and full we headed back, me promising my self that this was the first time but definitely not the last time that I will be at "mani's"
Sunday, November 4, 2007
Amazing and not that famous song
This song was recommended to me by my one of the best friends. he said that there was something about this song and wondered why it was not as famous as other songs by the same singer's album "maheroo" sung by jojo
I was hooked on to the song the first time I heard of it. the lyrics were amazing...some portions actually made you weep. and if u are heartbroken u will actually weep.
Incidently this song has least music... there is this this background score that almost songs like a whip lashing. perhaps a mental whip of pain that one gets when one looses someone precious
Kaise jiye hum aa zara dekh le
bhule nahi teri baatein
aakhon mein hain kuch barsatein
pal pal barasti hain...pal pal mera dil jale
Kaise jiye hum aa zara dekh le(2)
dil ko tabah kiya tune yeh kya gunah kiya tune
hijrah ki rut se hum ladte hain baithe bithaye ro padte hain
Aaye the pyar liye...jaan lutake chale
Kaise jiye hum aa zara dekh le
bikre hain is tarah ke simat nahi sake khushiyon se do ghadi hum lipat nahi sake(2)
dard mein doobi apni kahani ujdi ujdi yeh zindagani
mujhko mile yeh kya meri wafah ke silay
Kaise jiye hum aa zara dekh le
bhule nahi teri baatein
aakhon mein hain kuch barsatein
pal pal barasti hain...pal pal mera dil jale
You must be wondering why some sections are in pink rt...these are my favourite parts of the song:)
A freakout for sadness...but amazing lyrics by Faiz Anwar...excellent idea and quality of almost nil music, the style of singing ( as if he is going through the pain himself)
Surely enough this is been added to my already long list of all time favourite songs, I am sure u will like this song too.
I was hooked on to the song the first time I heard of it. the lyrics were amazing...some portions actually made you weep. and if u are heartbroken u will actually weep.
Incidently this song has least music... there is this this background score that almost songs like a whip lashing. perhaps a mental whip of pain that one gets when one looses someone precious
Kaise jiye hum aa zara dekh le
bhule nahi teri baatein
aakhon mein hain kuch barsatein
pal pal barasti hain...pal pal mera dil jale
Kaise jiye hum aa zara dekh le(2)
dil ko tabah kiya tune yeh kya gunah kiya tune
hijrah ki rut se hum ladte hain baithe bithaye ro padte hain
Aaye the pyar liye...jaan lutake chale
Kaise jiye hum aa zara dekh le
bikre hain is tarah ke simat nahi sake khushiyon se do ghadi hum lipat nahi sake(2)
dard mein doobi apni kahani ujdi ujdi yeh zindagani
mujhko mile yeh kya meri wafah ke silay
Kaise jiye hum aa zara dekh le
bhule nahi teri baatein
aakhon mein hain kuch barsatein
pal pal barasti hain...pal pal mera dil jale
You must be wondering why some sections are in pink rt...these are my favourite parts of the song:)
A freakout for sadness...but amazing lyrics by Faiz Anwar...excellent idea and quality of almost nil music, the style of singing ( as if he is going through the pain himself)
Surely enough this is been added to my already long list of all time favourite songs, I am sure u will like this song too.
Thursday, November 1, 2007
Bin bulaya mehman or meherbaan
Days were oftern too bad to continue. toomany emotional tortures and "nanhi si jaan". every thing was tried. Hatred,repent, self effacing and pity, anger, false optimism and carelessness. but nothing worked. the perpetual sadness was still lurking every time happiness tried to touch the life.the mind had become complete numb and nothing could rekindle it. the overall mask of carefree behaviour was tearing rapidly and there was a wonder if teher would be eventual tearful breakdown (an absolute no-no) there were things to be said but to avoid more heart breaks and hurt, the revelations had to be ignored...but how could one ignore a perpetually broken heart?
and it was then it was "baras ja...." rains in november was a treat. it was that treat that wiped the hurt, the helplessness, the pain ,the dispair. just like sudden rains wiped grime off the trees and roads...smile was formed...life was not that bad afterall..
it was the rains that made the heart swell in some unknown peace...something that was asked for came just so suddenly...just like rains in november
and it was then it was "baras ja...." rains in november was a treat. it was that treat that wiped the hurt, the helplessness, the pain ,the dispair. just like sudden rains wiped grime off the trees and roads...smile was formed...life was not that bad afterall..
it was the rains that made the heart swell in some unknown peace...something that was asked for came just so suddenly...just like rains in november
Saturday, October 27, 2007
The way people can be
It was hot october afternoon. Sultry and sleepy. She tried to concentrate on what she was studying. Her mother was resting for some time. a smallest of "siesta" after which she would get up and continue with the work. just then the bell rang. She opened the door. Postman was outside. they had some post. the postman demended money. at that time she noticed that the envelope had no stamp.She paid the money and opened the envelope. it was her photo and "patrika/janma kundali" returned. She smiled. she was used to that. Just then her mother got up and asked her. after she narrated ...her mother was thoughtful. "whoops these people dont want to pay even for the post???...that too 10 bucks? what attitude". she consoled her mom. but this is what set her wondering why do such things happen. there are times when people want to chnge her. in terms of way she dresses up or the time where her food habits are questioned. this is one more experience. of how people can be...not having even the decency of paying the postage :):) good...its really an experience.."one of its kind" saying this she got back to her studying.
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Day of full fledged grilling
The cough was unbearable..and so was the nose ready to run a marathon...almost making her rethink on her decision on attending the wedding. But she couldnt...it was her very good friend who was getting married who wouldnt mind if she would not turn up..but she had to, coz she wanted nothing to dampen his big day :):) {murga/murgi halal hone ka din..after 3 days of marination called"HALDI"and guess what this day is celebrated...buu:(:( }
The three friends met at the macdonalds and set to go...the wedding place was very near...she was glad. she for a change (according to her friend) was quiet...and after a bit of photoshooting and talking with friends ...drinking water...and eating a nameless starter wondered what to do next...her another friend was deep in conversation and she wouldnt have like to disturb her....her eyes wandered and she saw him. dressed in a brown coat, he looked really like "halal murga" lines of weariness etched even as he smiled. she wondered if his face ached doing that...she felt bad for him. she knew what he went through since at her sister's wedding some years back...when one had to hide the weariness and smile...greeting the guests...she wondered if he would remember if he remembered half the guests his wife introduced and vice versa. she let out a deep breath...she was bored actually ...she was never fond of these occasions...they gave her hives...she glanced at him...and he gave her a million dollar smile...not that of weariness...but a genuine happy one...and for the first time in the evening she was glad that she was there...
Just then the lights went....wondering if the dinner would be a candle light affair...and like they had gone...they came back...she had already started to think about dinner
Ater having a nice dinner they all set back to go home...but the day bieng dassera...there was durga visarjan...all the people looked at the procession wearily...wondering at the traffic...but she was facinated...the idol was beautiful....and she felt like singing inspite of her horribly hoarse voice..."wheres the party tonight..."
The three friends met at the macdonalds and set to go...the wedding place was very near...she was glad. she for a change (according to her friend) was quiet...and after a bit of photoshooting and talking with friends ...drinking water...and eating a nameless starter wondered what to do next...her another friend was deep in conversation and she wouldnt have like to disturb her....her eyes wandered and she saw him. dressed in a brown coat, he looked really like "halal murga" lines of weariness etched even as he smiled. she wondered if his face ached doing that...she felt bad for him. she knew what he went through since at her sister's wedding some years back...when one had to hide the weariness and smile...greeting the guests...she wondered if he would remember if he remembered half the guests his wife introduced and vice versa. she let out a deep breath...she was bored actually ...she was never fond of these occasions...they gave her hives...she glanced at him...and he gave her a million dollar smile...not that of weariness...but a genuine happy one...and for the first time in the evening she was glad that she was there...
Just then the lights went....wondering if the dinner would be a candle light affair...and like they had gone...they came back...she had already started to think about dinner
Ater having a nice dinner they all set back to go home...but the day bieng dassera...there was durga visarjan...all the people looked at the procession wearily...wondering at the traffic...but she was facinated...the idol was beautiful....and she felt like singing inspite of her horribly hoarse voice..."wheres the party tonight..."
One evening @ home
Oh it was really great when it was noticed. Incidently coming home very early on that day, mom was out and dad napping. idly flicking television.A bit boring, wondering a better way to end such a beautiful evening. perhaps movie with a friend or beloved :):)
Beloved was no where in sight and friends buzy...the day was slowly giving way to night...and it was just most amazing...that part of the day...the dusk. bringing out wierd feelings in the mind...bieng a bit sad a pain in the heart...and at that time you notice...standing in the balcony...that the world is preparing for night...slowly the street lights take place of fading sun...the hall becomes dimmer and dimmer...birds flying to their nests and bats coming out:):) the evening air cool a bit opposite to mumbai's hot and humid climate. Fresh cool breeze...and a cup of chai warming the hands...the vapor and warmness making you give a whimsical smile....what more can one ask for. Nothing extraordinary was needed to make the evening special...coz it had already become one...
Beloved was no where in sight and friends buzy...the day was slowly giving way to night...and it was just most amazing...that part of the day...the dusk. bringing out wierd feelings in the mind...bieng a bit sad a pain in the heart...and at that time you notice...standing in the balcony...that the world is preparing for night...slowly the street lights take place of fading sun...the hall becomes dimmer and dimmer...birds flying to their nests and bats coming out:):) the evening air cool a bit opposite to mumbai's hot and humid climate. Fresh cool breeze...and a cup of chai warming the hands...the vapor and warmness making you give a whimsical smile....what more can one ask for. Nothing extraordinary was needed to make the evening special...coz it had already become one...
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
What can be better than???
What is better than...
A pizza eaten with a close friend
A chilled "kokum" juice on a real hot day
Ice-cream impulse when on a diet...
talking on the phone late at night when every things dark with a close friend
gossiping and describing the day in the dark with mom
Hot vada...hot chai and hot gossip
party with closest friends
meeting closest pals after a real long time
unexpected visit of a nephew
kishore kumar and kenny G
gentle whispers of a song put up on a radio at a distance
unexpected compliment
unexpected good news
a bite into sinfully rich dark chocolate
walk in early in the morning
Feeling of cool breeze in rickshaw speeding to your destination late at night
Hearing your favourate song suddenly on the radio
hearing sad songs ...teary eyed and then smiling at something read as message
having your boss as your friend
savouring a bag of your favourate flavor of chips
Drops of rain on the face
walk in moonlight
a market place in diwali night
firecrackers bursting in diwali
a wish ....when becomes a reality
seeing babies and puppies and kitties
seeing the cute miniature (child) of your friend
saturday morning nothing to do...3 great books to read...some peanuts...and an indecision as to where to start...
Writing the Blog :):):)
A pizza eaten with a close friend
A chilled "kokum" juice on a real hot day
Ice-cream impulse when on a diet...
talking on the phone late at night when every things dark with a close friend
gossiping and describing the day in the dark with mom
Hot vada...hot chai and hot gossip
party with closest friends
meeting closest pals after a real long time
unexpected visit of a nephew
kishore kumar and kenny G
gentle whispers of a song put up on a radio at a distance
unexpected compliment
unexpected good news
a bite into sinfully rich dark chocolate
walk in early in the morning
Feeling of cool breeze in rickshaw speeding to your destination late at night
Hearing your favourate song suddenly on the radio
hearing sad songs ...teary eyed and then smiling at something read as message
having your boss as your friend
savouring a bag of your favourate flavor of chips
Drops of rain on the face
walk in moonlight
a market place in diwali night
firecrackers bursting in diwali
a wish ....when becomes a reality
seeing babies and puppies and kitties
seeing the cute miniature (child) of your friend
saturday morning nothing to do...3 great books to read...some peanuts...and an indecision as to where to start...
Writing the Blog :):):)
Another song description
I liked the song Kal ho na ho...esp the sad version...the first part of this is the typical..."tum bhi chup ho...main bhi chup hoon..."real teary. but it was the second part that I liked the best...a bit philosophical but soemthing that pulls you out of the dregs of sadness contrary to the first part...go through the lyrics that I managed to type and some where you will agree :)
sach yeh hain ki dil toh dukha hain
humne magar socha hain
dil ko hain ghum kyon?
aaakh hain num kyon?
hona hi tha jo bhi hua hain
us baat ko jaane hi do
jiska nishan kal ho na ho
It actually pulls me out of the gloom whenever I hear it
sach yeh hain ki dil toh dukha hain
humne magar socha hain
dil ko hain ghum kyon?
aaakh hain num kyon?
hona hi tha jo bhi hua hain
us baat ko jaane hi do
jiska nishan kal ho na ho
It actually pulls me out of the gloom whenever I hear it
Dark chocolate
Ok now this is the dark one I can say. the darkest of the lot. but like a rainbow, dark and light are part of life
Never before I just felt so alone
In this life never before
no one around me
just shadows and footprints
it was OK before but now it just hurts
the cold is seeping slowly inside me
eyes glistening with unshed tears
silence is music but this miusic is now just so defening that I crouch to hide from it
Its me I know that
I couldnt toughen I know that
But now I just want to die
death is the final gift I ask my self
coz I cant enjoy loneliness as before
its just killing me now
Never before I just felt so alone
In this life never before
no one around me
just shadows and footprints
it was OK before but now it just hurts
the cold is seeping slowly inside me
eyes glistening with unshed tears
silence is music but this miusic is now just so defening that I crouch to hide from it
Its me I know that
I couldnt toughen I know that
But now I just want to die
death is the final gift I ask my self
coz I cant enjoy loneliness as before
its just killing me now
A tribute to you
(Now dont u dare call this poem sad...its very real and nice)
First I thought it would go away
that what I felt was just attraction
I laughed and chided at my self
scolded till it was unbearable telling my self
that what I thought was just so unimaginable
I tried, honestly I did
but it didnt work
I couldnt stop the feelings that I had for you,
the more I stopped the more they grew
and finally I resigned to the fate, and fell hard for you
u may call me unpractical
you may call me naive
you may call me romantic
but what I felt for you went beyond plain love even if I didnt show it,
I was amazed when even in silliest of things our tastes ran the same
U never caught my startled look, when u revealed some taste and volia I too had the same
I could see the sadness in your eyes which you hid away from the world and feel your happiness even when u wouldnt let me I could feel your pain
and wonder at your passion
but I hid all that coz I didnt want to make you feel akward or gulity
even if we were different yet so similar
U were and are my other half
like a twin or missing part
U knew me
understood me
wiped my tears and made me laugh
dissolving my anger brushing away my frowns
U were the one I always wanted in my life
but life is seldom fair and I have realized that
U are like that gift that is amazing but unachievable
my need but just so unreachable ,I can just see it but cannot caress it
U are my mirror image but seen in water
one touch would send ripples and the image would be lost forever
Adieu is all I can say now...adieu is what I have to tell you finally
even if my heart protests...but the heart will bleed and stop
perhaps scarred but time will heal those too
First I thought it would go away
that what I felt was just attraction
I laughed and chided at my self
scolded till it was unbearable telling my self
that what I thought was just so unimaginable
I tried, honestly I did
but it didnt work
I couldnt stop the feelings that I had for you,
the more I stopped the more they grew
and finally I resigned to the fate, and fell hard for you
u may call me unpractical
you may call me naive
you may call me romantic
but what I felt for you went beyond plain love even if I didnt show it,
I was amazed when even in silliest of things our tastes ran the same
U never caught my startled look, when u revealed some taste and volia I too had the same
I could see the sadness in your eyes which you hid away from the world and feel your happiness even when u wouldnt let me I could feel your pain
and wonder at your passion
but I hid all that coz I didnt want to make you feel akward or gulity
even if we were different yet so similar
U were and are my other half
like a twin or missing part
U knew me
understood me
wiped my tears and made me laugh
dissolving my anger brushing away my frowns
U were the one I always wanted in my life
but life is seldom fair and I have realized that
U are like that gift that is amazing but unachievable
my need but just so unreachable ,I can just see it but cannot caress it
U are my mirror image but seen in water
one touch would send ripples and the image would be lost forever
Adieu is all I can say now...adieu is what I have to tell you finally
even if my heart protests...but the heart will bleed and stop
perhaps scarred but time will heal those too
Confessions of a crazy mind
I wont be amazed if I am found murdered virtually next day...hey gys kya karun? I am able to post such stuff only...all rotdu :):)
its ok to be a bit more honest with my self
that I love you and saying no is just denying the plain truth
that I am jelous when you talk to any one else
and my heart still dances when I get one cursory glance from you
why I try to be as much as I can with you
Sad life is...I wonder
I am waiting for scraps that you give me,scared to expect more
Knowing that one fine day the scraps will end and I just have to be content
Its hard to face the fact, its hard to be practical, its hard to accept reality
that one fine day you will leave me
and that I have to move on
allowing one of the best things that happened to me pass me by
standing by the road weak and beaten
helpless as I watch you pass me by
Some day we both will be with some one else
U will find some one and and may be I
but to tell you frankly I will always remember you
Even if for you I was just someone for Hi bye :)
Ok folks...back to work then :):)
its ok to be a bit more honest with my self
that I love you and saying no is just denying the plain truth
that I am jelous when you talk to any one else
and my heart still dances when I get one cursory glance from you
why I try to be as much as I can with you
Sad life is...I wonder
I am waiting for scraps that you give me,scared to expect more
Knowing that one fine day the scraps will end and I just have to be content
Its hard to face the fact, its hard to be practical, its hard to accept reality
that one fine day you will leave me
and that I have to move on
allowing one of the best things that happened to me pass me by
standing by the road weak and beaten
helpless as I watch you pass me by
Some day we both will be with some one else
U will find some one and and may be I
but to tell you frankly I will always remember you
Even if for you I was just someone for Hi bye :)
Ok folks...back to work then :):)
Uthaye jaaa
This song always evokes different and colorful sensations in mind...from the film "adalat" a black and white movie. This movie details how life of a person undergoes a shattering change by taking one wrong step one wrong decision in life. This songs brings out those feelings that can be felt only by a person who has gone through so much in life and yet suffers every minute for a single teeny weeny thoughtless action. The protagonist is played by Nargis and is sung by none other than Lata Mangeshkar. makes me rewind and rewind the real player :):)
The song is as follows:
uthaye ja unke sitam aur jiye ja...
yuh hi muskuraye ja...asu piye ja...
uthaye ja unke sitam
yeh hi mohobbat ka dastur eye dil
woh gham de tujhe et tu duae diye jaa
uthaye ja unke sitam
kabhi woh nazar jo samayi thi dil mein,
usi ek nazar ka sahara liye ja
uthaye ja....
satye zamana ...sitam haye duniya...
magar tu kisiki tamanna kiye jaa...
uthaye ja unke sitam aur jiye ja...
yuh hi muskuraye ja...asu piye ja...
"mindblowing" isnt it?
The song is as follows:
uthaye ja unke sitam aur jiye ja...
yuh hi muskuraye ja...asu piye ja...
uthaye ja unke sitam
yeh hi mohobbat ka dastur eye dil
woh gham de tujhe et tu duae diye jaa
uthaye ja unke sitam
kabhi woh nazar jo samayi thi dil mein,
usi ek nazar ka sahara liye ja
uthaye ja....
satye zamana ...sitam haye duniya...
magar tu kisiki tamanna kiye jaa...
uthaye ja unke sitam aur jiye ja...
yuh hi muskuraye ja...asu piye ja...
"mindblowing" isnt it?
Monday, October 22, 2007
apun ka fav
All of you must be wondering why have I started to write recepies...
there are two main reasons...my love for food and a practice...either to write a book on cookery or open a resto or both...ok now I dont cook very bad...infact I do manage to make food palaptable...
what I have given below are my recepies....no copies from anywhere...that I wanted to share with you
Try one of these...or try both...they will give u success...and perhaps if u dont find something..just avoid using it...or replace it with something more tasty
ok now this is a simple cheese toast...but try sprinking pizza seasoning and some chilly flakes after using some or any cheese on the bread slice...toast it till golden brown on the tava and volia.....u have a fragrant cheese toast for breakfast. (it makes my sunday really tasty)
the next one is a bit complex...I usually use these dumplings as an accompaniement in soups...jab sunday ko saara family fish khata hain...
3 slices of bread
1 cheese cube flaked
a clove of garlic
one teeny weeny onion
a slice of ginger
a handful or less of coriander
salt to taste
roughly shread all the ingredients (excluding cheese) and crumb/ mince them fine in the oven
remove the mix
divide the mix equally in six parts
divide cheese into six parts
mould each part into small paari
fill it with cheese and close
roast all of them (without an ounce of oil) till there is a golden brown hue on both the sides of the dumplings
Voila they are ready
You can use them as dumplings by adding them before serving the soup
My personal preference:
there are two main reasons...my love for food and a practice...either to write a book on cookery or open a resto or both...ok now I dont cook very bad...infact I do manage to make food palaptable...
what I have given below are my recepies....no copies from anywhere...that I wanted to share with you
Try one of these...or try both...they will give u success...and perhaps if u dont find something..just avoid using it...or replace it with something more tasty
ok now this is a simple cheese toast...but try sprinking pizza seasoning and some chilly flakes after using some or any cheese on the bread slice...toast it till golden brown on the tava and volia.....u have a fragrant cheese toast for breakfast. (it makes my sunday really tasty)
the next one is a bit complex...I usually use these dumplings as an accompaniement in soups...jab sunday ko saara family fish khata hain...
3 slices of bread
1 cheese cube flaked
a clove of garlic
one teeny weeny onion
a slice of ginger
a handful or less of coriander
salt to taste
roughly shread all the ingredients (excluding cheese) and crumb/ mince them fine in the oven
remove the mix
divide the mix equally in six parts
divide cheese into six parts
mould each part into small paari
fill it with cheese and close
roast all of them (without an ounce of oil) till there is a golden brown hue on both the sides of the dumplings
Voila they are ready
You can use them as dumplings by adding them before serving the soup
My personal preference:
- they taste amazing straight out of the tava. a bit hard bready crust and moist fragrant bread...and its heaven when u bite right inside to get the hot melted cheese..
- Hot with chilly garlic or equally fiery schezwan sauce...as a cocktail snack or starter
Afterall this decision is left to you...if the dumplings stay for that long in the first place
Chillies etc
"Kya baat hain..." was the first reaction when I tasted this fiery concotation. I am an eternal lover of spices...nope not cloves and cinnamom but chillies both green and red ones.
Incidently that afternoon we had a lunch having a fiery taste...something which instead of giving me smack made my throat cough...it was a fieriness of cloves (something I am not fond of) but chillies...give me them anytime
Though a native of south america, chillies have become an eternal part of indian cuisine...can one imagine pao bhaji or fiery avakai without chillies?
It seems there are almost 300 varieties of chillies...most of them natives of mexico...ola...damn drooling...pasilla or ancho chillies to name a few and imagine tasting bland dominos without jalapenos... then there are many of mexican dishes including nachos...with that combo of chillies and tomatoes...or thai curry with birds eye chilly
there is paprika which is used mostly used in europe to give an xta zing to a bland cuisine
Magar hum bhi kuch kam nahin...we do have our own share too...there is laungi mirchi of kolhapur or the guntur of andhra pradesh...and a colorful but tasteless kashmiri chilly...then there are capsicums or "shimla mirchi" used for stuffing
my mouth is watering already...and before I form a pool here...let me go and have one more smack of "kolhapuri thecha"
Incidently that afternoon we had a lunch having a fiery taste...something which instead of giving me smack made my throat cough...it was a fieriness of cloves (something I am not fond of) but chillies...give me them anytime
Though a native of south america, chillies have become an eternal part of indian cuisine...can one imagine pao bhaji or fiery avakai without chillies?
It seems there are almost 300 varieties of chillies...most of them natives of mexico...ola...damn drooling...pasilla or ancho chillies to name a few and imagine tasting bland dominos without jalapenos... then there are many of mexican dishes including nachos...with that combo of chillies and tomatoes...or thai curry with birds eye chilly
there is paprika which is used mostly used in europe to give an xta zing to a bland cuisine
Magar hum bhi kuch kam nahin...we do have our own share too...there is laungi mirchi of kolhapur or the guntur of andhra pradesh...and a colorful but tasteless kashmiri chilly...then there are capsicums or "shimla mirchi" used for stuffing
my mouth is watering already...and before I form a pool here...let me go and have one more smack of "kolhapuri thecha"
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Thanks ndtv
"cho chweet" was my my first reaction when I saw her from at a distance..the most preety girl...or should I say baby...
my friend and I rushed to the hospital...when we understood that one of my friends had just become a father...I couldnt imagine...my friend who is still a kiddo...(though I admit that I am worse than him) having a baby girl...his deeply dimpled smile was simply out of the world and so was his love and respect for his wife...who is a fantastic person herself...
The experiences of my friend's wife (who also stole my heart the first time I met her by her talkative nature..."just like me" I thought) were amazing...
I didnt talk much (as I had cough...haha)...but loved it...coz these were the people who shared with me their precious happiness...
my friend and I rushed to the hospital...when we understood that one of my friends had just become a father...I couldnt imagine...my friend who is still a kiddo...(though I admit that I am worse than him) having a baby girl...his deeply dimpled smile was simply out of the world and so was his love and respect for his wife...who is a fantastic person herself...
The experiences of my friend's wife (who also stole my heart the first time I met her by her talkative nature..."just like me" I thought) were amazing...
I didnt talk much (as I had cough...haha)...but loved it...coz these were the people who shared with me their precious happiness...
agar main kahoon..........
I came across some comments accidentally when I was making my new account for the blog…since the old one was in the process of getting defunct…
As you all very well know that I don’t leave you the comments to be posted ( ha-ha…I deactivate that option:))…but incidentally it was for this one block that I managed to get two comments…one of them was an advice and the other one seemed to be a bit typical answer to the comment…
This article spoke of my true sentiments at that particular time…and the advice was what which told me to do the obvious…but a very heartfelt and right one…however it was the other comment which pained me (good I don’t access that blog any more)
Love and death are two guests are uninvited …worse…love is one such thing that never announces its commencement…it just happens…and before u realize u are in the middle of it...
I am not a cynic but perhaps seen it all...experiences from the friends who have gone through it…and what I believe that its not for sensitive people…you should have the attitude of “chalta hain…aur koi milega”…the biggest hurt in any relationship is rejection and love is no exception…
I know I know…many of you must be on the verge of argument that…the feeling is good, that nothing is wrong in it…but hang on guys…it isnt something that I would like any one of you to go through this pain…not even my enemies…it sucks…the world appears to be dark and colorless…and at times you feel that you are going mad…
I also admit that the feeling when it starts is just so amazing…u are on seventh cloud …but then slowly all those black emotions come out. Right out of the Pandora’s Box…and you are left helpless…this is what makes me wonder..."ajab hain ishq hain yaara...pal do pal ki khushiyan..."
And if the feeling is returned it’s amazing…but if its not…you wonder…why you :):):)…
This is why I somewhere understood the depth of the song “Tanhayee….”
But this stage passes too and you come in that state where the hurt is not raw…but still pulsating….you feel numb…insensitive…as if drunk…u just want to stay alone…Tears are ur freinds...who come uninvited anytime...any moment...
U wonder and re wonder...."sau dard hain...sau rahatein...sab mila dilnasheen ...ek tu hi nahin..."
It depends on you how fast you come out of it…or do you come out of it in the first place??? I guess you just compromise…after what is life for?
If any one of you have already fallen in love and hurt…u will somewhere agree with me…for those who have not…sorry for disappointment …in the end what I would like to say that… “Be brave ”
As you all very well know that I don’t leave you the comments to be posted ( ha-ha…I deactivate that option:))…but incidentally it was for this one block that I managed to get two comments…one of them was an advice and the other one seemed to be a bit typical answer to the comment…
This article spoke of my true sentiments at that particular time…and the advice was what which told me to do the obvious…but a very heartfelt and right one…however it was the other comment which pained me (good I don’t access that blog any more)
Love and death are two guests are uninvited …worse…love is one such thing that never announces its commencement…it just happens…and before u realize u are in the middle of it...
I am not a cynic but perhaps seen it all...experiences from the friends who have gone through it…and what I believe that its not for sensitive people…you should have the attitude of “chalta hain…aur koi milega”…the biggest hurt in any relationship is rejection and love is no exception…
I know I know…many of you must be on the verge of argument that…the feeling is good, that nothing is wrong in it…but hang on guys…it isnt something that I would like any one of you to go through this pain…not even my enemies…it sucks…the world appears to be dark and colorless…and at times you feel that you are going mad…
I also admit that the feeling when it starts is just so amazing…u are on seventh cloud …but then slowly all those black emotions come out. Right out of the Pandora’s Box…and you are left helpless…this is what makes me wonder..."ajab hain ishq hain yaara...pal do pal ki khushiyan..."
And if the feeling is returned it’s amazing…but if its not…you wonder…why you :):):)…
This is why I somewhere understood the depth of the song “Tanhayee….”
But this stage passes too and you come in that state where the hurt is not raw…but still pulsating….you feel numb…insensitive…as if drunk…u just want to stay alone…Tears are ur freinds...who come uninvited anytime...any moment...
U wonder and re wonder...."sau dard hain...sau rahatein...sab mila dilnasheen ...ek tu hi nahin..."
It depends on you how fast you come out of it…or do you come out of it in the first place??? I guess you just compromise…after what is life for?
If any one of you have already fallen in love and hurt…u will somewhere agree with me…for those who have not…sorry for disappointment …in the end what I would like to say that… “Be brave ”
Entry from perfection to reality
The treat was a success….lots of photos ,laughs jokes and eat …smoke and fermented smell of the warm…or say hard drinks… are bringing lift to otherwise always wilted mood. There were mood swings and some or maybe lot of dwelling in the past…trying to create something out of nothing….the knowledge that some things were just vain…that one had to move ahead …a high time …needed some reason to do that…the life was getting ruined by keeping this perpetual sadness and coldness in the heart…months passed and still the mental state was the same …the cold had seeped in to the very being…making the alienation to the world almost perpetual…a barrier from taking what life had otherwise to offer…and just when one thinks that one has had…conquered the loneliness…one wave just destroys whatever was built…making the efforts to be indifferent…to get out seem so vain….it was never known that she was that weak built…she had better constitution and better resistance…she was proud that she could handle things the meanest of them in a real efficient manner…but this was one time when she failed miserably…it was the will to get out that made her suffer more…she shook her head mentally and tried to concentrate on what her colleague was saying…and gave a laugh…for the hec of it??? She let out a deep breath…she was never pretentious…and look what she had become…a perfect actress…mentally she cheered herself…”welcome to the world of masks”
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Hurt nonstop
Comparison...done about any thing and anyone...in front of that someone...to whom its said "you should behave this way...how comethis person is ..." It brings tears of frustration in the eyes of the person at the wrong side of comparison...and when this comparison just continues...at times like land mine...all of a sudden...it just knocks you off...with that blow in the stomach...invariably the heat starts bleeding...pleading to be understood...wishing that for once the person comparing just so insensitively should put himself in the persons shoes and just wonder...how does it feel....does it hurt? atleast a little???
This comparison just wreks the very self...leaving you with shreds of confidence of what u have painfully bulit...it makes you feel just low and lonesome that you just wish that u were alone...somewhere...where u can lick ur wounds till they heal
somewhere it may help you to become better...but usually you are just filled with self loathing...a disgust of talking all the s*** of the people who matter so much to you...when life becomes just a hard nut to crack and no its not only that..you are just left shattered...the pieces reflecting someones elses shadow...wishing...just sihing...if there would be a bit less comparsion and an open acceptance of what a person is and what he cant be.
This comparison just wreks the very self...leaving you with shreds of confidence of what u have painfully bulit...it makes you feel just low and lonesome that you just wish that u were alone...somewhere...where u can lick ur wounds till they heal
somewhere it may help you to become better...but usually you are just filled with self loathing...a disgust of talking all the s*** of the people who matter so much to you...when life becomes just a hard nut to crack and no its not only that..you are just left shattered...the pieces reflecting someones elses shadow...wishing...just sihing...if there would be a bit less comparsion and an open acceptance of what a person is and what he cant be.
Just why???
Looking at u,sitting in front of me,
talking through ur eyes, stealing my self, thru ur smile,
I wonder if I am showing,
that my thoughts are strictly not friendly,
and that I feel a lot more than lightly flirty.
I stop my self from not staring,
still you catch me do that once in a while,
and when you ask me whats wrong,
I brush it off with something vague, not meeting you eye to eye.
oops that one look of you just takes my breath away,
and I am lost when you talk to me like that, barely understanding a thing.
and when some really nasty thoughts come in my mind I just cant stop smiling.
But u notice and ask me why,
But what can I tell you that it was u I was thinking of,
wondering what ur reaction would be if my thousand Ifs come true , become real and alive :)
that I find u closer than anyone else I have found in life,
that I am hopelesssly falling in love with u,
and sometimes I just wonder why.
talking through ur eyes, stealing my self, thru ur smile,
I wonder if I am showing,
that my thoughts are strictly not friendly,
and that I feel a lot more than lightly flirty.
I stop my self from not staring,
still you catch me do that once in a while,
and when you ask me whats wrong,
I brush it off with something vague, not meeting you eye to eye.
oops that one look of you just takes my breath away,
and I am lost when you talk to me like that, barely understanding a thing.
and when some really nasty thoughts come in my mind I just cant stop smiling.
But u notice and ask me why,
But what can I tell you that it was u I was thinking of,
wondering what ur reaction would be if my thousand Ifs come true , become real and alive :)
that I find u closer than anyone else I have found in life,
that I am hopelesssly falling in love with u,
and sometimes I just wonder why.
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
To think of u toli :)
Toli...sweety...kitty...moli...I have made a real multiple choice answer for u to choose right? but what else I can suggest? I usually call u all those on the communicator, but usually its always "shweta"
I can imagine u now...giving that sunbeam smile :) yup thats what u are...just like a sunbeam...my agony aunt...my real and perhaps the best friend..you seem to understand intrinsically what kind of comfort I really want and when...wiping my tears when I really needed it and giving my strength when I lacked it...
I still remember the first time we met...and at that time I never knew that we would be just so close...I was like..."whoops...I have to think 2wice before I say something to her" but u coming to our common workplace changed all this...I never knew that a bus journey would be so good and full of fun...with me doing all the talking and u listening and adding something spicy just at the right time...
along with similar interests I never knew that any one would take interest in me my person...but u did...and I am glad that u did...I just have to say..."shweta..." and u are all ears...even if i have talked them out oh so many times...
I know that even if I say something really very silly u wont laugh at me...or if I just have an urge to have pani puri...u wont say "yaar ghar pe khana khana hain"...
we two along with ndtv make really partners in crime team right?
I remember u dadi that day when I needed some strength to reveal lots of things and u were like "main batati hoon..." I actually thought that u wont...but u were serious...and I had to call you back...that time I actually realized the lengths u will go for me to be fit and fine :)
U were there for me to surround me with warmth when I was in cold ...a rough patch in life...u were there to laugh with me and triumph when I gained something and cried with me when I lost...if felt as if its not me but u who lost :) u were angry when I suffered coz of my "over sensitive" heart and told me to do whats right even if it meant that saying something I didnt like
I know u wanted best for me....and with you next to me I was happy that there was a silver lining in my beak situation...
By the way...I love it when u walk with me till the subway :)...or when we stand and talk nonstop...
U bore my silly ideas with more endurance than what I asked for in a friend ....
The best part was that u were always there for me
there is lots to be written...and this is one blog that will be updated many times...
now pls dont say "arrey yaar mere pe kyon likha...there are more interesting characters around u" I know that too...but u are the first one...and I always wanted to write on u
I am glad that we met....this is one of the very few things I will thank ...that I joined our workplace
I can imagine u now...giving that sunbeam smile :) yup thats what u are...just like a sunbeam...my agony aunt...my real and perhaps the best friend..you seem to understand intrinsically what kind of comfort I really want and when...wiping my tears when I really needed it and giving my strength when I lacked it...
I still remember the first time we met...and at that time I never knew that we would be just so close...I was like..."whoops...I have to think 2wice before I say something to her" but u coming to our common workplace changed all this...I never knew that a bus journey would be so good and full of fun...with me doing all the talking and u listening and adding something spicy just at the right time...
along with similar interests I never knew that any one would take interest in me my person...but u did...and I am glad that u did...I just have to say..."shweta..." and u are all ears...even if i have talked them out oh so many times...
I know that even if I say something really very silly u wont laugh at me...or if I just have an urge to have pani puri...u wont say "yaar ghar pe khana khana hain"...
we two along with ndtv make really partners in crime team right?
I remember u dadi that day when I needed some strength to reveal lots of things and u were like "main batati hoon..." I actually thought that u wont...but u were serious...and I had to call you back...that time I actually realized the lengths u will go for me to be fit and fine :)
U were there for me to surround me with warmth when I was in cold ...a rough patch in life...u were there to laugh with me and triumph when I gained something and cried with me when I lost...if felt as if its not me but u who lost :) u were angry when I suffered coz of my "over sensitive" heart and told me to do whats right even if it meant that saying something I didnt like
I know u wanted best for me....and with you next to me I was happy that there was a silver lining in my beak situation...
By the way...I love it when u walk with me till the subway :)...or when we stand and talk nonstop...
U bore my silly ideas with more endurance than what I asked for in a friend ....
The best part was that u were always there for me
there is lots to be written...and this is one blog that will be updated many times...
now pls dont say "arrey yaar mere pe kyon likha...there are more interesting characters around u" I know that too...but u are the first one...and I always wanted to write on u
I am glad that we met....this is one of the very few things I will thank ...that I joined our workplace
Blog...I found u ...finally :)
"damn" ..."shit"...were my words at each failed attempt of accessing my fav blog...though I could read it....I couldnot post anything in it....after inumerable failed attempts I decided that...enough...time for new blog...
The process of forming blog was in "EASY SIMPLE STEPS" but it was my blog transfer that was difficult...whoosh...27 blogs (I write as much as talk)...was really exhaustive...but finally I did it.
there were so many amazing things that I just had to write..treasure of friends whom I got this year...taste of the first joyous rain...some dear losses that could never be gained again...but I shrugged all this confusion aside and in the end I decided...
"back to happy writing hmmm...???"
The process of forming blog was in "EASY SIMPLE STEPS" but it was my blog transfer that was difficult...whoosh...27 blogs (I write as much as talk)...was really exhaustive...but finally I did it.
there were so many amazing things that I just had to write..treasure of friends whom I got this year...taste of the first joyous rain...some dear losses that could never be gained again...but I shrugged all this confusion aside and in the end I decided...
"back to happy writing hmmm...???"
The broken wing
There was an angel,
not that beautiful but definitely nice
not talented but definitely hardworking
once it happened that there was a fight
and the angel lost so miserably so much that he lost a wing
it was wrong and not at all right
he cried and cried in pain but in his mind with a happy face
coz he was an angel and not a human being
some where it felt weak coz he couldn't fly with one wing
he wanted to die
but all he could do was to sit and weep
soon he was tried of weeping.
he knew he had to fight the demons inside alone.
straightening up he saw that he had two sturdy legs...if not fly at least he could run
and so he did..preparing his legs to run....
and finally the big day arrived when he had to fight
the fight was nasty and he really got bruised
but in the end he had won
exhausted he sat down on the rock
tired but happy that he finally won
but this was not all
imagine to his amazement when he saw...
that without his knowledge he had grown a wing the place where he had lost one
his joy knew no bounds
caressing his wing softly he dropped to his feet and thanked god
now he had two strengths, his legs and his wings
and to celebrate this he soared up high in the sky
not that beautiful but definitely nice
not talented but definitely hardworking
once it happened that there was a fight
and the angel lost so miserably so much that he lost a wing
it was wrong and not at all right
he cried and cried in pain but in his mind with a happy face
coz he was an angel and not a human being
some where it felt weak coz he couldn't fly with one wing
he wanted to die
but all he could do was to sit and weep
soon he was tried of weeping.
he knew he had to fight the demons inside alone.
straightening up he saw that he had two sturdy legs...if not fly at least he could run
and so he did..preparing his legs to run....
and finally the big day arrived when he had to fight
the fight was nasty and he really got bruised
but in the end he had won
exhausted he sat down on the rock
tired but happy that he finally won
but this was not all
imagine to his amazement when he saw...
that without his knowledge he had grown a wing the place where he had lost one
his joy knew no bounds
caressing his wing softly he dropped to his feet and thanked god
now he had two strengths, his legs and his wings
and to celebrate this he soared up high in the sky
Fallen hero
It was him...the fallen hero, fallen from the battle of relentless rains...orphaning many birds...your red blooms could mirror your pains long after you were gone...the fire brigade sawing your body to create more space for ever increasing unconcerned insensitive traffic...for them you were just a tree...the world just looked at you once...cursed you coz you caused some delay to them.
Your death created some space...that will be eaten up very soon by some hut or "zhopdi" or some "tapri" It was you, our fallen hero...the mighty gulmohour tree.
But for many more you were more than just a tree...you who battled city's growing pollution. giving your ever encroached space to us ungrateful humans...covering us with ur dense cooling shade when aternoon sun just grilled us like kebabs...
my heart still bleeds for you. one mighty beauty fallen...in this world where there is no space for you or others...where only fittest survive and the weak are left to die.
The tikka stall will stand there again and so will "bhutta" stall..but you will never be there...and the summers will never be the same again
The world will never miss you...but I will always remember you and your encompassing beauty
U were never ordinary but just so extraordinary .. Naked in winter...red and joyous in summers lovely green in Rains
The fallen hero, the mighty gulmohur tree ...though the world will never miss you, I shall never forget u
Your death created some space...that will be eaten up very soon by some hut or "zhopdi" or some "tapri" It was you, our fallen hero...the mighty gulmohour tree.
But for many more you were more than just a tree...you who battled city's growing pollution. giving your ever encroached space to us ungrateful humans...covering us with ur dense cooling shade when aternoon sun just grilled us like kebabs...
my heart still bleeds for you. one mighty beauty fallen...in this world where there is no space for you or others...where only fittest survive and the weak are left to die.
The tikka stall will stand there again and so will "bhutta" stall..but you will never be there...and the summers will never be the same again
The world will never miss you...but I will always remember you and your encompassing beauty
U were never ordinary but just so extraordinary .. Naked in winter...red and joyous in summers lovely green in Rains
The fallen hero, the mighty gulmohur tree ...though the world will never miss you, I shall never forget u
A wedding to remember
Some how weddings and monsoons never go well together, imagine sitting in wet silk saree chattering with cold in an AC hall, pretending that alls well...and wondering how the hec are you going to reach home, especially if you stay far off . life is really miserable at such times. you wonder how your special occasion dress is going to take the rains. will it show its true colors by loosing colors, and wet silk smells yuk and if it looses its color, u become its matching :):) by getting that color.
So thats what happened that way on this wonderful friend's wedding. a bit kiddish and a little crazy this friend is loved by all, and thats why when she declared that she is getting married, every one was happy for her. especially those who knew here well, knew her interest in doing the same. but the wedding was decided in the season of rains. still for giving the happiness to their friend of their company on her big day, the three friends set off , with a gift ( to be handeled with care :)) and hping that it wouldnt rain. only one of them carried an umbrella. umbrellas were taken but it was speculated that it wont rain....why then carry an umbrella???either it would get lost or it would become an enumbrance to carry and rememeber, where it is kept in the first place.
but as they neared their destination they regretted their decision, seeing the black clouds menacing in the sky. mentally praying to all the gods possible they set off...cabs were hard to find...but they managed to find one angel finally who left them to the wedding hall...it started gushing...pouring...they wondered if rain god was tired of all the pleas of god and just wnated to burst in..once and for all...but they were lucky that they didnt meet the showers that much.
One of their friends was caught up in the rains. he didnt have the umbrella too..the story ran on the same lines. finally he managed to reach, a bit drenched.
they had their photos taken, chatted with the friend and went to have the dinner. they tried to enjoy as much as they could, trying to ignore the onslaught of the rains...they never seemed to cease...and soon rains started puddling the roads ...
mentally all of them started paring for the rains to cease...but they didnt....they tried to do time pass in the wedding hall...but finally when the bride and groom got up to have a bite...they had to leave. they decided to leave...it was late and the girls were getting worried calls from their place....tucking the saree and tying the dupatta...taking care of the expensive coat of one of the guys....and the girls set off in the lone umbrella... avoiding the puddles and trying to take as much as possble care to stay dry... the silk of the saree started getting wet...but they cared least...they just wanted to go home.
cabbies were downright rude now...none of them took them to the station...they set off walking...taking care of each other...indulging in light bantering that could lift their wilted and tired spirits...
they reached the station only to realise that..........one of the guys had misplaced his wallet...care a damn about the cash..it contained his credit cards...the girls decided to wait on the station and the guys decided to go back :(:( in search of the wallet.
the girls...tired, wet ...stood on the station...a bit annoyed and miserable at the wolfish glances of the men around...after what seemed like ages...their friend came...the other one owuld meet them at the other station...he had got a call from one of the person that his wallet was found...and he had to meet him at the hospital...
They reached the main station , patiently waiting for their friend...weather beaten...and a bit sad on loosing all his cash...but he was happy tham all of them were there...waiting for him.
And finally they boarded the train...so exhausted that they could drop in then and there...
But they had some miles to go before they could finally sleep.
They reached home finally....relieved that the day was over...swearing that this would definitely be the wedding they would never forget ...
So thats what happened that way on this wonderful friend's wedding. a bit kiddish and a little crazy this friend is loved by all, and thats why when she declared that she is getting married, every one was happy for her. especially those who knew here well, knew her interest in doing the same. but the wedding was decided in the season of rains. still for giving the happiness to their friend of their company on her big day, the three friends set off , with a gift ( to be handeled with care :)) and hping that it wouldnt rain. only one of them carried an umbrella. umbrellas were taken but it was speculated that it wont rain....why then carry an umbrella???either it would get lost or it would become an enumbrance to carry and rememeber, where it is kept in the first place.
but as they neared their destination they regretted their decision, seeing the black clouds menacing in the sky. mentally praying to all the gods possible they set off...cabs were hard to find...but they managed to find one angel finally who left them to the wedding hall...it started gushing...pouring...they wondered if rain god was tired of all the pleas of god and just wnated to burst in..once and for all...but they were lucky that they didnt meet the showers that much.
One of their friends was caught up in the rains. he didnt have the umbrella too..the story ran on the same lines. finally he managed to reach, a bit drenched.
they had their photos taken, chatted with the friend and went to have the dinner. they tried to enjoy as much as they could, trying to ignore the onslaught of the rains...they never seemed to cease...and soon rains started puddling the roads ...
mentally all of them started paring for the rains to cease...but they didnt....they tried to do time pass in the wedding hall...but finally when the bride and groom got up to have a bite...they had to leave. they decided to leave...it was late and the girls were getting worried calls from their place....tucking the saree and tying the dupatta...taking care of the expensive coat of one of the guys....and the girls set off in the lone umbrella... avoiding the puddles and trying to take as much as possble care to stay dry... the silk of the saree started getting wet...but they cared least...they just wanted to go home.
cabbies were downright rude now...none of them took them to the station...they set off walking...taking care of each other...indulging in light bantering that could lift their wilted and tired spirits...
they reached the station only to realise that..........one of the guys had misplaced his wallet...care a damn about the cash..it contained his credit cards...the girls decided to wait on the station and the guys decided to go back :(:( in search of the wallet.
the girls...tired, wet ...stood on the station...a bit annoyed and miserable at the wolfish glances of the men around...after what seemed like ages...their friend came...the other one owuld meet them at the other station...he had got a call from one of the person that his wallet was found...and he had to meet him at the hospital...
They reached the main station , patiently waiting for their friend...weather beaten...and a bit sad on loosing all his cash...but he was happy tham all of them were there...waiting for him.
And finally they boarded the train...so exhausted that they could drop in then and there...
But they had some miles to go before they could finally sleep.
They reached home finally....relieved that the day was over...swearing that this would definitely be the wedding they would never forget ...
Trip to paradise???nah..just Goa
After nearly a year I went to goa. It was raining there and contrary to the popular experience I found that rain clensing, even the puddles beautiful...clean and red (the mud in goa is red mainly because of a type of stone esp used for building houses called "chir" a porous stone having high copper content, thus the red color). it was pleasant.
It was raining, stopping and raining. it was cool, without a hint of sultriness. lush green and absolutely gorgeous...
we enjoyed the simple food that was offered...without missing anthing exotic...we had raw mango with chilly powder and something absolutely out of the world "malvani khaja" and sweet potato wafers...we just ate and ate ad ate and saw nad saw and saw...and just clicked and clicked.
an experience so simple yet so exotic...that was this weekend vacation to the small and humble paradise called "Goa"
It was raining, stopping and raining. it was cool, without a hint of sultriness. lush green and absolutely gorgeous...
we enjoyed the simple food that was offered...without missing anthing exotic...we had raw mango with chilly powder and something absolutely out of the world "malvani khaja" and sweet potato wafers...we just ate and ate ad ate and saw nad saw and saw...and just clicked and clicked.
an experience so simple yet so exotic...that was this weekend vacation to the small and humble paradise called "Goa"
Hats off to you
Just this weekend I travelled to my native place "Goa". well a fantastic scenary et al...what is Goa all famous for...but we will talk about it later.
what I want to say is it is journey that is important. it is in course of this journey that you get to know various things like the batata vadas of Karjat ( my absolutely favs) and meet various people. in short have various experiences.
I was visiting goa with my mother...and we both very much kept to ourself. contrary to my usual self, I am very quiet during the journey...and anyways whats the use shouting above train's noise???
So I am either with a book or my MP3 or just doze off. I dont normally talk to ousiders...u can call that my shyness (?) or somewhat detached attitude. I am just keen in finishing my journey and reach the destination ASAP.
however this time it was different. there was this lady in the train, who caught my attention. a serene expression set on her face. she seemed silent kinds...perceptions can be just so misleading at times ...but on the contrary, she had the talent of chatting without boring, recounting her experiences ( she was travelling for six years to and fro Goa to mumbai on weekends). her experiences ranged mostly about attitudes and human behaviour and the callous attitude of may people. but she had that something that many other people lacked. that was a heart, and a thinking mind, and an attitude of not tolerating wrong or any kind of injustice...she had me impressed I must say, since it is not every day when we meet people who just meet u and leave you inspired.
I just seemed to recollect the incident when she with all the guts and single handedly told a group of spoilt youngsters to not to smoke in the train...I did support her and so did my mom...but others just kept quiet...passive audience or active sufferers sans complaints ...
Yes you did insipre me aunty anonymous...you taught me...that its ok to speak up rather than staying mute and loosing your all dignity.
Hats off to you aunty...u will always be my inspiration...and a bright hope...that not every one has become as insensitive and unconcerned as a rhinocerous
what I want to say is it is journey that is important. it is in course of this journey that you get to know various things like the batata vadas of Karjat ( my absolutely favs) and meet various people. in short have various experiences.
I was visiting goa with my mother...and we both very much kept to ourself. contrary to my usual self, I am very quiet during the journey...and anyways whats the use shouting above train's noise???
So I am either with a book or my MP3 or just doze off. I dont normally talk to ousiders...u can call that my shyness (?) or somewhat detached attitude. I am just keen in finishing my journey and reach the destination ASAP.
however this time it was different. there was this lady in the train, who caught my attention. a serene expression set on her face. she seemed silent kinds...perceptions can be just so misleading at times ...but on the contrary, she had the talent of chatting without boring, recounting her experiences ( she was travelling for six years to and fro Goa to mumbai on weekends). her experiences ranged mostly about attitudes and human behaviour and the callous attitude of may people. but she had that something that many other people lacked. that was a heart, and a thinking mind, and an attitude of not tolerating wrong or any kind of injustice...she had me impressed I must say, since it is not every day when we meet people who just meet u and leave you inspired.
I just seemed to recollect the incident when she with all the guts and single handedly told a group of spoilt youngsters to not to smoke in the train...I did support her and so did my mom...but others just kept quiet...passive audience or active sufferers sans complaints ...
Yes you did insipre me aunty anonymous...you taught me...that its ok to speak up rather than staying mute and loosing your all dignity.
Hats off to you aunty...u will always be my inspiration...and a bright hope...that not every one has become as insensitive and unconcerned as a rhinocerous
if things were better
She loved friends. it was her favourate passtime. just hanging out with a friend for shopping or in the office, meeting for tea. the time would be perhaps 10 or 15 mins but that would rejunevate her.
But that day it turned like a nighmare come true. a long day after a long leave. a small tiff and make up with a friend had really drained her. and her thinking capacity was almost nil. and she got a phone call from a friend.
Incidently her this friend was an almost cactii. not many people could go along him. he was whimsical and always flaunting his qualities and absolutely crude. but with her he was different. she liked his care a damn and straightforward attitude, his self learner nature. and she maintained this friendship even when she received complaints from her colleagues and friends that he is getting unbearable day by day.
So this day she met him. she gave hime the required amount, and just when she was on her way to her seat, she met a very good friend of hers. who was docile, and mischevious. they sat down talking. she loved the wit and gossip and it was then taht she saw him. he came down and sat next to her. he paid back the loaned money, and since he had some more time, he joined them. but his manner of talking, his flaunting nature caught her attention. he purposely spoke in language that they both knew and completely left out her other friend out of the conversation. It hurt her. as much as she did, she didnt like her friend's uncomfortable expression. he managed to introduce himself. and got up to leave. she insisted him to stay but he left. taht just gave an opportunity to this person.... "do I have R****** written on my forehead?" he asked a bit irritated. it left her flabbergasted. she managed to laugh it off. but she also felt a need to leave the place as soon as possible. the luck was on her side . after a little conversion in which she had little heart. the friend left.
and she did too. her head aching...and she wondered at the situation. she didnt like what her friend did...but she had to be light about it...coz that friend was generally nice...it was just his attitude that was wrong...or perhaps she was just overreacting....she was left thinking.. whe wondered what needed to be done...
and then it struck to her. just be calm and non judgemental...anyways she didnt meet thsi fiend much so things were fine... she just wished that things would have been better. it brought her a certain sadness. which usually came when a beautiful thing like friendship just worsens into a nightmare.
she just gave a deep sigh...and resumed to her work.
But that day it turned like a nighmare come true. a long day after a long leave. a small tiff and make up with a friend had really drained her. and her thinking capacity was almost nil. and she got a phone call from a friend.
Incidently her this friend was an almost cactii. not many people could go along him. he was whimsical and always flaunting his qualities and absolutely crude. but with her he was different. she liked his care a damn and straightforward attitude, his self learner nature. and she maintained this friendship even when she received complaints from her colleagues and friends that he is getting unbearable day by day.
So this day she met him. she gave hime the required amount, and just when she was on her way to her seat, she met a very good friend of hers. who was docile, and mischevious. they sat down talking. she loved the wit and gossip and it was then taht she saw him. he came down and sat next to her. he paid back the loaned money, and since he had some more time, he joined them. but his manner of talking, his flaunting nature caught her attention. he purposely spoke in language that they both knew and completely left out her other friend out of the conversation. It hurt her. as much as she did, she didnt like her friend's uncomfortable expression. he managed to introduce himself. and got up to leave. she insisted him to stay but he left. taht just gave an opportunity to this person.... "do I have R****** written on my forehead?" he asked a bit irritated. it left her flabbergasted. she managed to laugh it off. but she also felt a need to leave the place as soon as possible. the luck was on her side . after a little conversion in which she had little heart. the friend left.
and she did too. her head aching...and she wondered at the situation. she didnt like what her friend did...but she had to be light about it...coz that friend was generally nice...it was just his attitude that was wrong...or perhaps she was just overreacting....she was left thinking.. whe wondered what needed to be done...
and then it struck to her. just be calm and non judgemental...anyways she didnt meet thsi fiend much so things were fine... she just wished that things would have been better. it brought her a certain sadness. which usually came when a beautiful thing like friendship just worsens into a nightmare.
she just gave a deep sigh...and resumed to her work.
sometimes
"chupana bhi nahi aata...
batana bhi nahi aata...
hume tumse mohabbat hain...
jatana bhi nahi aata..."
these and such lyrics sounded in the ears. explaining the current state of the mind...calm and quiet in the office...U want to tell so many things to this person but u cant....wishing to say that u think a lot about this one person and that its difficult to go on living like that...dying bit by bit every day..U know its vain...coz u cant say cant make ur self understood...wishing that this feeling will go away...
"...tumhise pyar karte hain...tumhi se kyon chupate hain..."
U simle...a crooked, helpless smile...really things are difficult...its like this..."aakhon mein nami, hasi labon par"...(groan...) whats worng with me.....................
I just shrug and resume my work...another song is playing on the system......."dekha jo tujhe yaar...dil mein baji sitar....."
batana bhi nahi aata...
hume tumse mohabbat hain...
jatana bhi nahi aata..."
these and such lyrics sounded in the ears. explaining the current state of the mind...calm and quiet in the office...U want to tell so many things to this person but u cant....wishing to say that u think a lot about this one person and that its difficult to go on living like that...dying bit by bit every day..U know its vain...coz u cant say cant make ur self understood...wishing that this feeling will go away...
"...tumhise pyar karte hain...tumhi se kyon chupate hain..."
U simle...a crooked, helpless smile...really things are difficult...its like this..."aakhon mein nami, hasi labon par"...(groan...) whats worng with me.....................
I just shrug and resume my work...another song is playing on the system......."dekha jo tujhe yaar...dil mein baji sitar....."
To think of it
(this is the second of the two poems that I coined at the time of my exams, on the last of the papers of the revision book...and had decided that this is going to find its place in the blog the first thing on the BLOG...so see the Mays additions )
How can I say what u mean to me?
You came in my life when everything else was dark and bleak
you just brightned it
I felt scared to dream before
but u turned my dreams to a hue of colors that I am still facinated to see.
Life is silent music when u r around me and defening silence when u r not
and ur scent haunts me long after u r gone.
I know that u dont feel the same coz ur eyes still search for some one,
I know that u dont feel the same, coz u are same with me as with anyone else.
I am just some one whom u know, someone who walked with u for sometime.
I am just a friend and I am happy that way,
but thoughts of life without u just takes my breath away,
eyes bleeding in mute silence the hurt of what my heart felt.
Its a real pain , I say to my self.
Damn, if this is love and if its always with pain.....
I would still fall in love, if the person I love is u
How can I say what u mean to me?
You came in my life when everything else was dark and bleak
you just brightned it
I felt scared to dream before
but u turned my dreams to a hue of colors that I am still facinated to see.
Life is silent music when u r around me and defening silence when u r not
and ur scent haunts me long after u r gone.
I know that u dont feel the same coz ur eyes still search for some one,
I know that u dont feel the same, coz u are same with me as with anyone else.
I am just some one whom u know, someone who walked with u for sometime.
I am just a friend and I am happy that way,
but thoughts of life without u just takes my breath away,
eyes bleeding in mute silence the hurt of what my heart felt.
Its a real pain , I say to my self.
Damn, if this is love and if its always with pain.....
I would still fall in love, if the person I love is u
Hatchets buried finally :)
well, life was going on just the usual...monday afternoon...working after a real long holiday...and a friend mailed...after a real long time. not that she minded. she had long stopped doing that. burying her OVER sensitive self...under sheaths of carelessness, care a damn...and chalta hain attitude.
with equal vigor she answered the mail...and in the course she understood that beneath the usual calmness for which her friend was known , he did carry a lot of hurt and a lot more of it was given by her.
Incidently her friend has got engaged...but she didnt wish him. the cause was small but equally important and the hurt deep.
She realised that she needed to clear air...it was needed...for her, for him...and above all for their friendship.
This friend was her very good friend. they had shared similar interests and she loved his company...but like she had flawed, he had flawed too...and her action was just a an echo of his.....
without keeping pretenses, feigning innocence, asking for false apology, she decided she needed to be honest... that would surely help or hoped to help...
she drafted a mail, leaving aside the formalities she told of her feelings, how his informing her though a third person hurt her deeply and though she tried to forget the whole incident, she couldnt.....
she knew...perhaops the friend wont replay back......perhaps she should have been more sugary...but she immediatly shrugged off those thoughts...she was what she was...direct and no falsity...
and then.....................she saw his mail...that had real and heartfelt apologies...tears blurred her vision...she smiled...and sat back...reading the mail again and again...glad that the things were straightened up...back to normal
with equal vigor she answered the mail...and in the course she understood that beneath the usual calmness for which her friend was known , he did carry a lot of hurt and a lot more of it was given by her.
Incidently her friend has got engaged...but she didnt wish him. the cause was small but equally important and the hurt deep.
She realised that she needed to clear air...it was needed...for her, for him...and above all for their friendship.
This friend was her very good friend. they had shared similar interests and she loved his company...but like she had flawed, he had flawed too...and her action was just a an echo of his.....
without keeping pretenses, feigning innocence, asking for false apology, she decided she needed to be honest... that would surely help or hoped to help...
she drafted a mail, leaving aside the formalities she told of her feelings, how his informing her though a third person hurt her deeply and though she tried to forget the whole incident, she couldnt.....
she knew...perhaops the friend wont replay back......perhaps she should have been more sugary...but she immediatly shrugged off those thoughts...she was what she was...direct and no falsity...
and then.....................she saw his mail...that had real and heartfelt apologies...tears blurred her vision...she smiled...and sat back...reading the mail again and again...glad that the things were straightened up...back to normal
Blushing pleasures : lychees
Not more than a small fist of a child, these fruits oringinally are from china, one of the few beauties that came from china, along with silk.
they look like bulbs on dried thick grass, that are incidently their stems. coming from a colder climate that suits their growth,they grow, as if they are hanging on for some support. heart shaped, they have rough skins. but once ripened, they look like reddish green, to be preciase, dark pink.
a bit costly for an ordinary man's pocket, they almost vying for competition with or old king "hapus amba".
squash or eaten just like that they evoke same pleasures. just peel from the stem, and a translucent fruit, with a seed embeded deep in the heart comes out.
when u pop the fruit flesh in the mouth its sheer ambrosia. a mix of tender coconut "malai" infused with sugar syrup...or honey to be precise....its really devils food...and the experience is so intoxicating that u come to earth when all the lychees get over making u wish for more...
so those are lychees.......blushing pleasures
they look like bulbs on dried thick grass, that are incidently their stems. coming from a colder climate that suits their growth,they grow, as if they are hanging on for some support. heart shaped, they have rough skins. but once ripened, they look like reddish green, to be preciase, dark pink.
a bit costly for an ordinary man's pocket, they almost vying for competition with or old king "hapus amba".
squash or eaten just like that they evoke same pleasures. just peel from the stem, and a translucent fruit, with a seed embeded deep in the heart comes out.
when u pop the fruit flesh in the mouth its sheer ambrosia. a mix of tender coconut "malai" infused with sugar syrup...or honey to be precise....its really devils food...and the experience is so intoxicating that u come to earth when all the lychees get over making u wish for more...
so those are lychees.......blushing pleasures
Journey in search of vada pav.
vada pav. uttering these two words itself, make my mouth water...crisp and hot deeply fried batata vada in between an innocent pav, made fiery demon by generous sprinking of lasan chutney ( dry powder that will surely make ur eyes water and make u ask for water), green chutney ( younger brother of lasan chutney) and khajoor chutney ( the sweetest of the chutney brothers)
made from boiled, mashed alu/ or potato, its a mix of lasan, chopped green chilles, cilantro or coriander, haldi and salt, dipped in gram flour batter and fried till golden crisp in oil...
give me a blazing hot vada pav anytime...I just love it, its much more humble, and anytime tolerable than the bland Macdonald burger, and cheaper too. thats why its still reigns as an ultimate choice for the college students.
discovery starts at home. one of the savouries my mother is famous in all my relatives is her batata vada...and when that hot smell waifes at my self, it surely has me absolutely captivated
the next stop is one of the many ubiqutous stalls that specialse in all the roadside fare...including mouth watering bhajias, and samosas. but we will get back to that stuff some other time. hot vada with pav is good anywhere...but some grandest ones I had were as follows;
@mithibai college, next to the chaiwalla...they are absolutely melt in mouth but what makes them real special from all the others is that they add a blob of butter to the pav...the combination of chutenys, pav and butter ( maska to b precise) and the real mcoy, batata vada, piping hot....makes a real deadly combination.
chutneys ...are varied...but batata vadas with cocunut chutneys is one another deadly combination, for which many of vile parle (east) and dadar hotels are famous...but truely the atom bombs of of manju vade vala or shree krishna vada vala are absolutely great. tucked in one of the buzy lanes of ever buzy dadar, this vada are a fond memory or anytime favourate after some shopping at dadar.
the last stop is vada vala outside VT station who actually offers kachumbar in the vada pav...that combi is healthy and absoultely sinful.
Vada pav has evolved for a street or common mans food to something of an icon, see jumbo vada pav...
but still...give me piping hot vada pav, with lasun chutney and I will surely say..." paradise is here"
made from boiled, mashed alu/ or potato, its a mix of lasan, chopped green chilles, cilantro or coriander, haldi and salt, dipped in gram flour batter and fried till golden crisp in oil...
give me a blazing hot vada pav anytime...I just love it, its much more humble, and anytime tolerable than the bland Macdonald burger, and cheaper too. thats why its still reigns as an ultimate choice for the college students.
discovery starts at home. one of the savouries my mother is famous in all my relatives is her batata vada...and when that hot smell waifes at my self, it surely has me absolutely captivated
the next stop is one of the many ubiqutous stalls that specialse in all the roadside fare...including mouth watering bhajias, and samosas. but we will get back to that stuff some other time. hot vada with pav is good anywhere...but some grandest ones I had were as follows;
@mithibai college, next to the chaiwalla...they are absolutely melt in mouth but what makes them real special from all the others is that they add a blob of butter to the pav...the combination of chutenys, pav and butter ( maska to b precise) and the real mcoy, batata vada, piping hot....makes a real deadly combination.
chutneys ...are varied...but batata vadas with cocunut chutneys is one another deadly combination, for which many of vile parle (east) and dadar hotels are famous...but truely the atom bombs of of manju vade vala or shree krishna vada vala are absolutely great. tucked in one of the buzy lanes of ever buzy dadar, this vada are a fond memory or anytime favourate after some shopping at dadar.
the last stop is vada vala outside VT station who actually offers kachumbar in the vada pav...that combi is healthy and absoultely sinful.
Vada pav has evolved for a street or common mans food to something of an icon, see jumbo vada pav...
but still...give me piping hot vada pav, with lasun chutney and I will surely say..." paradise is here"
The devil
She looked at the child again. he did seem to be a bit wierd. the way he was rolling his eyes .the mother was visibly sick and sleeping in exhaustion. She glanced again at the child. his eyes were deep grey , a wiered kind of mark on his neck...and he looked sturdy. somehow his mother didn't suit him. she shivered . there was something wrong somewhere. she thought. Just then her station came and in a hurry to go to the class, her thoughts on the child and his mother were erazed somewhere. but someow she knew that this was not the end.
She had a gift that she always thought of as the curse. she could foresee future or speculate it, and she could interpret what would happen by dreams that she got. but she rarely told this to anyone. as it was unnerving. people found her bubbly and talkative. but this side no one knew. not even her parents. it was scary for her but she had to live with it. she had foreseen her friend's accident in form of a dream. the futures of various persons in form of a dream...and she hated when such intutions or dreams came, since it was always a nightmare later, when all these bad things came true. thatswhy she became more and more religious. she had conversations with god and gradually her fears subsided. but yes at times like this one, she felt scared...no one to really discuss all this...but yes, she stayed more alone at such times, till such events happened so that she could be normal again. she tried to find out as much as she could on such topics. and yes, in a way making her weakness her strength. sometimes she failed, sometimes she succeeded. she only a handful friends who could empathise with her,and one of her was her best friend Nina.
She didn't read the newspaper next day. she didn't like to read it much. otherwise a small article would have caught her attention. A mother with a child was found dead at the station. the causes of the death were not known. miraculously the child was alive. and was sent to the orphanage. this orphanage was so very near her place.....................
months passed after the incident. and one find day she got a call from her mother's friend. they both used to help in an orphanage and it had some programme, which she wanted to attend. she set to leave with her mother. ....
They met the friend outside the orphanage. seeing her face, they understood that something was wrong. one of the sisters had committed a suicide...so there would be no programme. somewhere it was related to that child...she wondered which child. and when she saw the baby, she knew she had seen it somewhere...wasn't that the same child that she had seen in the train???????
It started raining heavily when they were coming home....rains in february were completely unheard of...one more coincidence perhaps...but it rained whole of that night...
it may be because of rains or god knows what...her mom fell ill...the doctors couldnot diagnose the disorder....finally they had to resort to other means. they meet the priest of the temple, who told them that there was some kind of "baadha" or possessing, due to which her mother was losing health rapidly, and that if something was not done rapidly, she would loose her mother...
she almost laughed it off...and continued the medicines...but in vain...nothing was helping and something needed to be done...and something needed to be done really very fast.....
The day was decided...somethings were to be thrown away in her moms name...BUT...on few conditions. firstly the things should be thrown on the 13th day from the day one which she receives the things..secondly she should'nt open the parcel, not keep it down untill she reaches the destination. thirdly, the things should be thrown on an intersection of 3 roads. and lastly come what may happen, she should not look behind....
the days were advancing in a fast pace to the D-day. and so was the reoccurence of wierd dreams that didnt have any meaning. but one othem reoccured a lot....that she is lost in a lonely place...something like in horror films...
finally the day arrived. she got dressed. and left her place with those things....she felt a movemnt inside the bundle...she just took a deep breath and walked in the drection of the road. she felt something cold creeping from the bundle. she caught the bundle in one hand and wiped her sweating another hand. The bundle almost slipped. she gripped it with all her strength and walked ahead. She felt that as she advanced the destination,the bundle felt heavy and heavy...it was 9..00pm and the road was already lonely. she found it wierd since that was the most crowded road and the crowd ceased only after 12.00 am. The air was cold and a bit windy. she left all the horror thoughts aside and concentrated on the road. whatever cold was in the bundle gripped her hands, and it was so tight that she felt her hands go numb. she still didnt stop. after what seemed aeons, the intersection arrived. She kept the parcel there. and turned behind. this was the most difficult part and she knew it. suddenly she heard someone call her. Dad??/she wondered...her dad who had died when she was only 2 years old???not possible.....perhaps her friend Nina??? she stayed nearby...she almost turned...but then it stuck to her...Nina had left for USA, just a day back, she must have not yet reached her destination. she smiled, she knew her brains was playing tricks with her. she went some distance ahead... this time it was louder...Nina...but she didnt turn behind. she heard foot steps...she increased her speed but the dsiatnce just didnt cease to end...she heard a huff next to her . " where were u? in which world" Nina asked her. she had tears in her eyes and almost hugged her. she told all the story to Nina. she smiled and said. " do u believe in all this?" and they both laughed. " how come u r here?" she asked. "ohhhhhhh the flight got cancelled because of some envoirnmental imbalance". this explained the wierd climate. they chatted a bit, and her home came. " come in" she said. " nope...got to go, I am already late...I just wanted to meet you once before I leave" saying this Nina just smiled and left. she opened the door and went in. she had not noticed that the climate was freezing in april??? and so were nina's hands when she shaked them...but nina always had cold hands.... she had not looked behind once. she smiled. " nina u helped me" she thought.
she slept out of sheer mental exhaustion, half believing the priest. she got up really late the next day. she had slept non stop for 12 hours. and she got up with her mom's call. "tea is ready" her mom said. her mom looked well, fit as fiddle. "how are u feeling now?" she asked. " fantastic.." her mom said.but she didnt smile. " what happened?" she asked.." u have to be calm. but this I have to say...yesterday the flight that was taking Nina crashed, ....and no one survived..." " what????" she cried..."but we spoke only yesterday..." she tried to reason it out. " what time was the flight?" she asked. " at 9.30...the crash took place approximately at 10.00pm" she gulped..." but nina met me at around 10.00 pm..." she managed to say " how that possible...she took that same flight... her parents called up...her mother was almost on the verge of going crazy..." she did'nt hear what her mother was saying...tears rolled on her cheeks...Nina...her best friend...not with her??? but then who met her yesterday???Nina or her soul???she tried to remember what Nina had said. Nina, who loved to come to her place, had declined to do so...saying that she was late and had to leave...that she wanted to meet her once before she leaves...so what that Nina's soul??? who came to hep her out when finally the things were turning the wrong way? that she felt taht she was failing in the task she was assigned???she just took a deep breath and got ready to go to Nina's place...her parents needed her...she would'nt tell them a thing...but she would be with them...aways...just as Nina was there for her...
Again she did'nt read the newspaper...or she would'nt have found it as a concidence that in that orphanage..wher her mom and herself had visited...there was sudden death of a child..at approximately 10.00-05pm .causes were not not known...but doctors speculated that it was SIDS( sudden infant death syndrome) almost a nill possibility in India where children die of mal nutrition and not SIDS. The child was 6 months old, and was brought to the orphanage by police some months back when it was found with his dead mother...
Was it just a concidence or was it something more than that???
She had a gift that she always thought of as the curse. she could foresee future or speculate it, and she could interpret what would happen by dreams that she got. but she rarely told this to anyone. as it was unnerving. people found her bubbly and talkative. but this side no one knew. not even her parents. it was scary for her but she had to live with it. she had foreseen her friend's accident in form of a dream. the futures of various persons in form of a dream...and she hated when such intutions or dreams came, since it was always a nightmare later, when all these bad things came true. thatswhy she became more and more religious. she had conversations with god and gradually her fears subsided. but yes at times like this one, she felt scared...no one to really discuss all this...but yes, she stayed more alone at such times, till such events happened so that she could be normal again. she tried to find out as much as she could on such topics. and yes, in a way making her weakness her strength. sometimes she failed, sometimes she succeeded. she only a handful friends who could empathise with her,and one of her was her best friend Nina.
She didn't read the newspaper next day. she didn't like to read it much. otherwise a small article would have caught her attention. A mother with a child was found dead at the station. the causes of the death were not known. miraculously the child was alive. and was sent to the orphanage. this orphanage was so very near her place.....................
months passed after the incident. and one find day she got a call from her mother's friend. they both used to help in an orphanage and it had some programme, which she wanted to attend. she set to leave with her mother. ....
They met the friend outside the orphanage. seeing her face, they understood that something was wrong. one of the sisters had committed a suicide...so there would be no programme. somewhere it was related to that child...she wondered which child. and when she saw the baby, she knew she had seen it somewhere...wasn't that the same child that she had seen in the train???????
It started raining heavily when they were coming home....rains in february were completely unheard of...one more coincidence perhaps...but it rained whole of that night...
it may be because of rains or god knows what...her mom fell ill...the doctors couldnot diagnose the disorder....finally they had to resort to other means. they meet the priest of the temple, who told them that there was some kind of "baadha" or possessing, due to which her mother was losing health rapidly, and that if something was not done rapidly, she would loose her mother...
she almost laughed it off...and continued the medicines...but in vain...nothing was helping and something needed to be done...and something needed to be done really very fast.....
The day was decided...somethings were to be thrown away in her moms name...BUT...on few conditions. firstly the things should be thrown on the 13th day from the day one which she receives the things..secondly she should'nt open the parcel, not keep it down untill she reaches the destination. thirdly, the things should be thrown on an intersection of 3 roads. and lastly come what may happen, she should not look behind....
the days were advancing in a fast pace to the D-day. and so was the reoccurence of wierd dreams that didnt have any meaning. but one othem reoccured a lot....that she is lost in a lonely place...something like in horror films...
finally the day arrived. she got dressed. and left her place with those things....she felt a movemnt inside the bundle...she just took a deep breath and walked in the drection of the road. she felt something cold creeping from the bundle. she caught the bundle in one hand and wiped her sweating another hand. The bundle almost slipped. she gripped it with all her strength and walked ahead. She felt that as she advanced the destination,the bundle felt heavy and heavy...it was 9..00pm and the road was already lonely. she found it wierd since that was the most crowded road and the crowd ceased only after 12.00 am. The air was cold and a bit windy. she left all the horror thoughts aside and concentrated on the road. whatever cold was in the bundle gripped her hands, and it was so tight that she felt her hands go numb. she still didnt stop. after what seemed aeons, the intersection arrived. She kept the parcel there. and turned behind. this was the most difficult part and she knew it. suddenly she heard someone call her. Dad??/she wondered...her dad who had died when she was only 2 years old???not possible.....perhaps her friend Nina??? she stayed nearby...she almost turned...but then it stuck to her...Nina had left for USA, just a day back, she must have not yet reached her destination. she smiled, she knew her brains was playing tricks with her. she went some distance ahead... this time it was louder...Nina...but she didnt turn behind. she heard foot steps...she increased her speed but the dsiatnce just didnt cease to end...she heard a huff next to her . " where were u? in which world" Nina asked her. she had tears in her eyes and almost hugged her. she told all the story to Nina. she smiled and said. " do u believe in all this?" and they both laughed. " how come u r here?" she asked. "ohhhhhhh the flight got cancelled because of some envoirnmental imbalance". this explained the wierd climate. they chatted a bit, and her home came. " come in" she said. " nope...got to go, I am already late...I just wanted to meet you once before I leave" saying this Nina just smiled and left. she opened the door and went in. she had not noticed that the climate was freezing in april??? and so were nina's hands when she shaked them...but nina always had cold hands.... she had not looked behind once. she smiled. " nina u helped me" she thought.
she slept out of sheer mental exhaustion, half believing the priest. she got up really late the next day. she had slept non stop for 12 hours. and she got up with her mom's call. "tea is ready" her mom said. her mom looked well, fit as fiddle. "how are u feeling now?" she asked. " fantastic.." her mom said.but she didnt smile. " what happened?" she asked.." u have to be calm. but this I have to say...yesterday the flight that was taking Nina crashed, ....and no one survived..." " what????" she cried..."but we spoke only yesterday..." she tried to reason it out. " what time was the flight?" she asked. " at 9.30...the crash took place approximately at 10.00pm" she gulped..." but nina met me at around 10.00 pm..." she managed to say " how that possible...she took that same flight... her parents called up...her mother was almost on the verge of going crazy..." she did'nt hear what her mother was saying...tears rolled on her cheeks...Nina...her best friend...not with her??? but then who met her yesterday???Nina or her soul???she tried to remember what Nina had said. Nina, who loved to come to her place, had declined to do so...saying that she was late and had to leave...that she wanted to meet her once before she leaves...so what that Nina's soul??? who came to hep her out when finally the things were turning the wrong way? that she felt taht she was failing in the task she was assigned???she just took a deep breath and got ready to go to Nina's place...her parents needed her...she would'nt tell them a thing...but she would be with them...aways...just as Nina was there for her...
Again she did'nt read the newspaper...or she would'nt have found it as a concidence that in that orphanage..wher her mom and herself had visited...there was sudden death of a child..at approximately 10.00-05pm .causes were not not known...but doctors speculated that it was SIDS( sudden infant death syndrome) almost a nill possibility in India where children die of mal nutrition and not SIDS. The child was 6 months old, and was brought to the orphanage by police some months back when it was found with his dead mother...
Was it just a concidence or was it something more than that???
I am there (song)
(I have always loved composing (sad songs) so its not a surprise....but if one of my friends reads it, he will surely kill me :):) so sorry...but I just couldnt resist posting this}
its a long time now, I tell my heart,
U already have someone, and I have no place in your life
but my heart still cries at night, when memories of you flood in front of my eyes
Loneliness is the only friend I have,and life has become a foe
I wonder if i am living and if so why.
heart ache, I never asked for, a little of your
love is all I expected and thats all
its lucky that you dont feel the way I do, coz if u did, u would understand, that death seems to be the only solution at such times, living just looks so hard.
I am there, on the very same road,standing in the sun,closing my eyesI am there, not knowing what to do, coz I had never imagined my life without you
I am there.
sometimes I think that its a nightmare,
and when I wake up, I will have you in my arms again
But my mind just knows that it will never happen, and those are just idle thoughts of my heart.
sometimes I am happy that you didnt feel the way I did.
that you were never that involved as I was.
coz if you did, it would be even more difficult for us to part.
I am just here, caught in the web of loneliness,
I am just here, on the very same road, watching you faze away in life,watching you as I do, tears blindning my eyes
I am there
the cold is just seeping in my life, the darkness and melancoly just dont leave me alone
and I weep and weep, of what has happened of my life
I just cant pick up the pieces,but just stare at them, wondering what to do with them with emptyness in my heart
Give me atleast a reason of why we partedc
oz I dont have a clue
give me a reason of your unfaithfulness
coz I havent an idea
give me a reason that why was I betrayed
coz, i just dont believe it in the heart
give me a reason to hate youcoz my heart still loves you more than myself
and I cant just bear the pain of staying apart
I am there where you left me, seeing the back of you, wishing that once you would turn and take me in your arms
I am there, wishing that all this that was happening would just be one of the jokes, and that you would soon laugh,
I am there wishing if I could just get my own life back, which didnt have you but was peaceful, and not as unsure as is now.
its a long time now, I tell my heart,
U already have someone, and I have no place in your life
but my heart still cries at night, when memories of you flood in front of my eyes
Loneliness is the only friend I have,and life has become a foe
I wonder if i am living and if so why.
heart ache, I never asked for, a little of your
love is all I expected and thats all
its lucky that you dont feel the way I do, coz if u did, u would understand, that death seems to be the only solution at such times, living just looks so hard.
I am there, on the very same road,standing in the sun,closing my eyesI am there, not knowing what to do, coz I had never imagined my life without you
I am there.
sometimes I think that its a nightmare,
and when I wake up, I will have you in my arms again
But my mind just knows that it will never happen, and those are just idle thoughts of my heart.
sometimes I am happy that you didnt feel the way I did.
that you were never that involved as I was.
coz if you did, it would be even more difficult for us to part.
I am just here, caught in the web of loneliness,
I am just here, on the very same road, watching you faze away in life,watching you as I do, tears blindning my eyes
I am there
the cold is just seeping in my life, the darkness and melancoly just dont leave me alone
and I weep and weep, of what has happened of my life
I just cant pick up the pieces,but just stare at them, wondering what to do with them with emptyness in my heart
Give me atleast a reason of why we partedc
oz I dont have a clue
give me a reason of your unfaithfulness
coz I havent an idea
give me a reason that why was I betrayed
coz, i just dont believe it in the heart
give me a reason to hate youcoz my heart still loves you more than myself
and I cant just bear the pain of staying apart
I am there where you left me, seeing the back of you, wishing that once you would turn and take me in your arms
I am there, wishing that all this that was happening would just be one of the jokes, and that you would soon laugh,
I am there wishing if I could just get my own life back, which didnt have you but was peaceful, and not as unsure as is now.
Office on monday morning...nooooooooo..just some sleep please:)
Grrrrrrrroan :(:(
Monday morning :) a true nightmare come true...It was the same when I used to go to school or now when I am working...I love fridays..but the best day according to me is saturday...when u know that you have one more glorious day ahead of you...and sunday passes in a POOF...and like the turn of the magic wand...monday is there at your doorstep...making you wonder that were you really dreaming that it was a sunday
Sunday is plain lazing according for me...but since its a luxary... its good to have it once in a while...I love working and sundays is no exception to it...after sleeping in late...I really wonder what to do...possibilities are many but laziness just runs in the blood at that one time...and all you want to do is just sit and passively do something...or rather nothing:)
I love sundays coz its a wonderful new day with nothing to do...usually...just catching up a movie...and preferably a morning show since mean while you come home you still have half a day ahead of you...which can be spent reading books...surfing the net ( last option if you care to ask me:)) listening to music...and evenings can be spent in just going out for a leisurely walk
But monday is a great nighmare come true.........why is today monday, I wonder as I get up for the day...just wishing the impossible for those sleep laden moments that just magically the monday would turn miraculously into a sunday...
Life would have been so much better then :)
Monday morning :) a true nightmare come true...It was the same when I used to go to school or now when I am working...I love fridays..but the best day according to me is saturday...when u know that you have one more glorious day ahead of you...and sunday passes in a POOF...and like the turn of the magic wand...monday is there at your doorstep...making you wonder that were you really dreaming that it was a sunday
Sunday is plain lazing according for me...but since its a luxary... its good to have it once in a while...I love working and sundays is no exception to it...after sleeping in late...I really wonder what to do...possibilities are many but laziness just runs in the blood at that one time...and all you want to do is just sit and passively do something...or rather nothing:)
I love sundays coz its a wonderful new day with nothing to do...usually...just catching up a movie...and preferably a morning show since mean while you come home you still have half a day ahead of you...which can be spent reading books...surfing the net ( last option if you care to ask me:)) listening to music...and evenings can be spent in just going out for a leisurely walk
But monday is a great nighmare come true.........why is today monday, I wonder as I get up for the day...just wishing the impossible for those sleep laden moments that just magically the monday would turn miraculously into a sunday...
Life would have been so much better then :)
Fasting and feasting
Smacking fingers at the food that I had at lunch, I wondered why I dont fast much :) all the goodies are there. there is grated sweet potato veggie, or potato chips, potato fingers "thalipeeth" or pancake, then there is my favourate food sabudana khichdi or sago preparation..mmm thats life...its not really the fasting I wait for...though I do fast properly ( not eating anything throughout the day and breaking the fast at sun down)...but these fasts I enjoy...its not fasting actually but feasting...perhaps because such food stuffs are rarely prepared otherwise or that they just taste so good...{leaving aside the calories though...I dont think of them then:):)}
Laughter over chinise tea:)
Five friends finally gathered over a dinner one fine day...Finally was because all of them were buzy lots...with working and flourishing careers..and with one of the friends leaving for USA the two days later...the only option they had was that day.
Finally they all assembled together. after giving order for the dinner, they settled over akward conversation. though later the conversation took a nice turn, still something was lacking.....and that was genuine mirth....there were jokes but they had to be contended with few smiles and fewer giggles.
The conversation dwindled further to occasional question and answer over dinner. uncomfortably they looked at each other. just then one of the friends thought of dessert. though all of them were stuffed to the gills...they decided to have some...and one of the desserts was chinise tea....it came in beautiful white porcelain chinise cups adorned with red dragons and golden rim. they almost looked out of a play teaset. the tea was fragrant with cinnamon...But...it didnt have sugar...They didnt mind it though. sip by sip they finished the first and the second round...towards the third one they started wondering..."why the hec the tea is not getting over...and why is it turning visibly darker"???? Then they realized...much to their dismay that the tea was not stirred:):):) they had to finish the remaining tea in the cups, so as not to sound complaining. they glanced at each other covertly...gauging each other's actions...one of them who was skeptical in ordering the tea, started gently taunting the others for ordering the same... just then,gathering courage one them swallowed the brew...and the relief was so instanenous, she said aloud..."over ....finally"
That broke the ice...and all of them started laughing...giggles mixed with laughter, hiccuping , talking and chuckling and lots and lots of chortling...they were short of falling off their seats with all those guffaws:):)...
Finally the ice was broken between them....over a cup of chinise tea
Finally they all assembled together. after giving order for the dinner, they settled over akward conversation. though later the conversation took a nice turn, still something was lacking.....and that was genuine mirth....there were jokes but they had to be contended with few smiles and fewer giggles.
The conversation dwindled further to occasional question and answer over dinner. uncomfortably they looked at each other. just then one of the friends thought of dessert. though all of them were stuffed to the gills...they decided to have some...and one of the desserts was chinise tea....it came in beautiful white porcelain chinise cups adorned with red dragons and golden rim. they almost looked out of a play teaset. the tea was fragrant with cinnamon...But...it didnt have sugar...They didnt mind it though. sip by sip they finished the first and the second round...towards the third one they started wondering..."why the hec the tea is not getting over...and why is it turning visibly darker"???? Then they realized...much to their dismay that the tea was not stirred:):):) they had to finish the remaining tea in the cups, so as not to sound complaining. they glanced at each other covertly...gauging each other's actions...one of them who was skeptical in ordering the tea, started gently taunting the others for ordering the same... just then,gathering courage one them swallowed the brew...and the relief was so instanenous, she said aloud..."over ....finally"
That broke the ice...and all of them started laughing...giggles mixed with laughter, hiccuping , talking and chuckling and lots and lots of chortling...they were short of falling off their seats with all those guffaws:):)...
Finally the ice was broken between them....over a cup of chinise tea
Designing a dress.
When she started fashion designing as a career, she had many ideas in the mind. working with best designers, have fashion shows all over the world...in short, known all over the four corners of the world...but then reality hit her. it was not as easy as it seemed to reach the top...she had no godfathers or not much money to set up a business or open a boutique.
she started working under a designer, and also freelancing her designs.....and then she went in the usual drab of the schedule...designing the same old kinds of fashion and imitations of dresses worn in films and dramas...life seemed to be closing on her.
It was on one such day that she was sitting in the boutique that she heard some buzz...she turned behind to see the object of every one attention. it was none other than mrs.Kolah, the most cantankerous clients of the boutique who never seemed to like whatever designed ...a "real old witch". one of the old colleagues had told her. no one liked her, even if she was one of the regular and trusted clients of the boutique. and this time it was her who was given the job of dressing up Mrs kolah..."drat" she said mentally.
she didnt know but how, she felt the need of showing her individuality ...that she was not like the other designers at the boutique....and she did...her natural flare for fashion and a keen eye for details and colors, copuled with a need to stand out, made a rich combination..she worked days and nights... her efforts bore fruit and her designs were approved my The mrs Kolah...without much usual tantrums
That was the time when she felt happy and satisfied....that she had found the lost way, though success seemed far fetched, the strength to go on
she started working under a designer, and also freelancing her designs.....and then she went in the usual drab of the schedule...designing the same old kinds of fashion and imitations of dresses worn in films and dramas...life seemed to be closing on her.
It was on one such day that she was sitting in the boutique that she heard some buzz...she turned behind to see the object of every one attention. it was none other than mrs.Kolah, the most cantankerous clients of the boutique who never seemed to like whatever designed ...a "real old witch". one of the old colleagues had told her. no one liked her, even if she was one of the regular and trusted clients of the boutique. and this time it was her who was given the job of dressing up Mrs kolah..."drat" she said mentally.
she didnt know but how, she felt the need of showing her individuality ...that she was not like the other designers at the boutique....and she did...her natural flare for fashion and a keen eye for details and colors, copuled with a need to stand out, made a rich combination..she worked days and nights... her efforts bore fruit and her designs were approved my The mrs Kolah...without much usual tantrums
That was the time when she felt happy and satisfied....that she had found the lost way, though success seemed far fetched, the strength to go on
Naked tree:)
There is a tree near my place called 'badam' tree or almond tree. A near perfect in formation having branches at regular intervals,like mushrooms a top of each other...fruits of a perfect oval shape, red when ripe...the flesh of this fruit is almost sour taste. and inside there is...obviously almond or atleast some tasty nut...the blooms are white preety smallish kinds...like a small stem and teeny weeny flowers forming a mini creamish conical tree in themselves and the leaves , of same size and color. So much is the oneness that one fine day in winter the tree decides to shed its perfect leaves. but how? the earlier day all leaves turn deep ruby red...like the tree is real annoyed with itself...like a perfectionist gets annoyed with others.
and the next day the whole tree is real naked...with only its scrawny, gaunt branches can be seen....Wait for two more days and you will see on the branches, leaves in clumps will slowly find their way, as if some kind of wierd green leafy flowers almost like roses are grown on the surface of the branches...
A week later, the tree gets its new green clothes back:)
and the next day the whole tree is real naked...with only its scrawny, gaunt branches can be seen....Wait for two more days and you will see on the branches, leaves in clumps will slowly find their way, as if some kind of wierd green leafy flowers almost like roses are grown on the surface of the branches...
A week later, the tree gets its new green clothes back:)
fistful of delight:)
Have you ever found summer delightful???well, well...I can truely see...I mean picture in my mind's eye many raised eyebrows...how can summer be delightful???? may be the many and similar questions raised...but yes I truely find summer fantastic....
Now there are many reasons for that...Firstly, summer is the season of all the sweet flowers blooms...mmm...champa of different hues and intoxicating smells, and roses....and if you hail from Goa you must be knowing bakuli and surangi....truely mind blowing flowers...as tiny or perhaps more tiny than the nail of your pinkie or last finger, these are potent olfactory bombs.......true honey...and a smell that will put the most of famous perfumes to shame :) absolutely delightful.....
Summer is also the season when gulmohur blooms...known at some places as the flame tree.....maybe because of the color of fully bloomed flowers looks like the tree is on fire....but surely it looks like that...absolutely gorgeous:)...not a single leaf can be seen and only flowers....or rather various shades of red and deep orange. Like strokes of some real crazy artist who has fallen in love...with reds and oranges....According to me it really indicates what summer is really like...sweltering...but Oh so beautiful.
And last but not the least...summer is the season of most of the best fruits....of lychees and pears but also of my dearest hapus or alphonso mango....people prefer this in icecream and in lassis but give me any time a neatly cut alphonso mango and I will forget the world....mmm sheer ambrosia:)...its for what I wait for the whole year...
nope I am not a freak of alphonso but surely nothing beats this fruit....It forms a perfect hefty shape when you see it, warm and smooth, fitting barely in the palm of the hand....the color is pale yellow but having deep lines and sometimes having real beautiful orange fecks...at times even freckled with brownish dots....nope the mango has not gone bad...still a firm fruit, with some wrinkles, mainly near the stem, the outside is no indication of the taste inside...take the mango to your nose....and it will give a hint, a purely truely ripe mango will give a different honey like smell...when the fruit is cut open...the secret is out...and you wont resist...patience is damned at times:) the taste is real great...not artificial sugary kind but real fruity kind...a treat to all the five senses....you tend to get so lost in it that you realise the satisfying experience only when the whole fruit is gone....in your stomach:) making you smack your lips ...wanting for more and more...and thats why for me its like a fistful of delight
Now there are many reasons for that...Firstly, summer is the season of all the sweet flowers blooms...mmm...champa of different hues and intoxicating smells, and roses....and if you hail from Goa you must be knowing bakuli and surangi....truely mind blowing flowers...as tiny or perhaps more tiny than the nail of your pinkie or last finger, these are potent olfactory bombs.......true honey...and a smell that will put the most of famous perfumes to shame :) absolutely delightful.....
Summer is also the season when gulmohur blooms...known at some places as the flame tree.....maybe because of the color of fully bloomed flowers looks like the tree is on fire....but surely it looks like that...absolutely gorgeous:)...not a single leaf can be seen and only flowers....or rather various shades of red and deep orange. Like strokes of some real crazy artist who has fallen in love...with reds and oranges....According to me it really indicates what summer is really like...sweltering...but Oh so beautiful.
And last but not the least...summer is the season of most of the best fruits....of lychees and pears but also of my dearest hapus or alphonso mango....people prefer this in icecream and in lassis but give me any time a neatly cut alphonso mango and I will forget the world....mmm sheer ambrosia:)...its for what I wait for the whole year...
nope I am not a freak of alphonso but surely nothing beats this fruit....It forms a perfect hefty shape when you see it, warm and smooth, fitting barely in the palm of the hand....the color is pale yellow but having deep lines and sometimes having real beautiful orange fecks...at times even freckled with brownish dots....nope the mango has not gone bad...still a firm fruit, with some wrinkles, mainly near the stem, the outside is no indication of the taste inside...take the mango to your nose....and it will give a hint, a purely truely ripe mango will give a different honey like smell...when the fruit is cut open...the secret is out...and you wont resist...patience is damned at times:) the taste is real great...not artificial sugary kind but real fruity kind...a treat to all the five senses....you tend to get so lost in it that you realise the satisfying experience only when the whole fruit is gone....in your stomach:) making you smack your lips ...wanting for more and more...and thats why for me its like a fistful of delight
Silence
Silence.........one world and so many different types ...and so very different meanings
silence of contentment between 2 people, words just seem so unnecessary here
silence of anger and resentment, when u just dont want to speak whatever it may cost
silence of death in the cemetaries, silence of sickness in the hospitals...death really reigns here
the forced silence, spills an urge to speak
silence of discipline in schools...making it almost a rule to giggle....
silence of sleep at night on the roads,
silence of buziness in the offices,
silence of loneliness in an apartment as u enter,...when u wish u were anywhere else but not there
the silence of tears and the noise of mirth
the noise of life and the silence of death
the noise of freedom and the silence of discipline
the silence of rain and the booming of thunder
silence and noise are part of life,silence is at the background when the song of life begins,
but becomes the music when we die.
silence of contentment between 2 people, words just seem so unnecessary here
silence of anger and resentment, when u just dont want to speak whatever it may cost
silence of death in the cemetaries, silence of sickness in the hospitals...death really reigns here
the forced silence, spills an urge to speak
silence of discipline in schools...making it almost a rule to giggle....
silence of sleep at night on the roads,
silence of buziness in the offices,
silence of loneliness in an apartment as u enter,...when u wish u were anywhere else but not there
the silence of tears and the noise of mirth
the noise of life and the silence of death
the noise of freedom and the silence of discipline
the silence of rain and the booming of thunder
silence and noise are part of life,silence is at the background when the song of life begins,
but becomes the music when we die.
Yipee the exam results:)
The moment finally comes when all that is to be done is to check...:) time of waiting which was thought to be like a snail...oooh, so slow moving, has finally got over, and you stand in the front of the notice board ready to check your name in the list of passes...the heart is beating as if at anytime it will just burst out...hands and feet numb cold, sometimes sweaty and shaking, head a bit giddy, you swallow and ignore that nauseating feeling, you blink back and try to concentrate in finding your name, keeping cross fingers .....mentally bribing all the gods, even if you visit god's home only once in the blue moon.
And then........................you find your name.......you have passed....for two seconds you are too surprised ...your mouth drops wide open...u open the mouth and shut it again....as you come back to your senses....you just have that feeling of euphoria....your feet are not on earth...u r flying and flying...having a megawatt smile...success starts glowing within you....Congratulations...you have just won....
And then........................you find your name.......you have passed....for two seconds you are too surprised ...your mouth drops wide open...u open the mouth and shut it again....as you come back to your senses....you just have that feeling of euphoria....your feet are not on earth...u r flying and flying...having a megawatt smile...success starts glowing within you....Congratulations...you have just won....
Questions and quest for answers
When I read one of my fantastic friend's recent blogs, it felt as if she said what I thought and these thoughts which I thought that made only me almost psychotic, were also shared by some one else.
" Marriage" the topic that I find just like an impending dread. A dead end to all my plans and hopes. but something inevitable. but I feel that its just like bidding time.
Coming to think of it , marriage should be pleasant. something that should be welcomed when you finally find the person of your dreams. but what happens when you dont find the person of your dreams? do you just wait wondering if you are really doing right and not passing all those 'golden' opportunities that arranged marriage has to offer...perhaps by just adjusting a bit....but why should I adjust? why should I live my life, stranged, and moulded in a really ill fitting mould, the wings of freedom, already cut off. why should I really feel that marriage is a dead end from where there is no return???
Is companionship really that very important? yes sometimes it is...esp when you have no one to hang out with or when u need someone to just to talk to....but what if the one whom u get married to, is not receptive to you and your needs? is lifetime of suffocation more important than moments of loneliness???
Marriage, the more I hear of it, the more I run away from it, honestly, I dont want to compromise, not on the aspects I dont want to. but even if I dont feel like getting married, will I be left alone???(I am happy with my self, I dont find loneliness like a pain, I love it)
yes my questions sound so silly. marriage is a gamble and you never know what do you get. Its really like a surprise gift. but should it really be that way???? especially when you dont want to gamble in the first place
" Marriage" the topic that I find just like an impending dread. A dead end to all my plans and hopes. but something inevitable. but I feel that its just like bidding time.
Coming to think of it , marriage should be pleasant. something that should be welcomed when you finally find the person of your dreams. but what happens when you dont find the person of your dreams? do you just wait wondering if you are really doing right and not passing all those 'golden' opportunities that arranged marriage has to offer...perhaps by just adjusting a bit....but why should I adjust? why should I live my life, stranged, and moulded in a really ill fitting mould, the wings of freedom, already cut off. why should I really feel that marriage is a dead end from where there is no return???
Is companionship really that very important? yes sometimes it is...esp when you have no one to hang out with or when u need someone to just to talk to....but what if the one whom u get married to, is not receptive to you and your needs? is lifetime of suffocation more important than moments of loneliness???
Marriage, the more I hear of it, the more I run away from it, honestly, I dont want to compromise, not on the aspects I dont want to. but even if I dont feel like getting married, will I be left alone???(I am happy with my self, I dont find loneliness like a pain, I love it)
yes my questions sound so silly. marriage is a gamble and you never know what do you get. Its really like a surprise gift. but should it really be that way???? especially when you dont want to gamble in the first place
Adieu
The final adieu was said over the phone
u were calm and I held back my tears
I tried to hate u
I tried to remove you out of my mind
but you did'nt leave me any reason to hate
You were clear from the first
it was me who kept a small hope nurtured
today even that hope crashed
I feel like crying but cant
I feel like shouting but I am mute
ADIEU I will find a small reason to hate u
Adieu I will be strong and try to forget you
Adieu I will try to unlove you
adieu...I can never........... stop loving you
u were calm and I held back my tears
I tried to hate u
I tried to remove you out of my mind
but you did'nt leave me any reason to hate
You were clear from the first
it was me who kept a small hope nurtured
today even that hope crashed
I feel like crying but cant
I feel like shouting but I am mute
ADIEU I will find a small reason to hate u
Adieu I will be strong and try to forget you
Adieu I will try to unlove you
adieu...I can never........... stop loving you
Start of a new day:)
A wonderful feeling, seeing that as soon as the sun is up, the street lights are switched off...
a nice blend of technology and nature starts indeed a brand new day :)
a nice blend of technology and nature starts indeed a brand new day :)
My first day @ blog
"blog...what is that?" was the first question I asked a very good talented friend of mine who incidently posted real good stuff:)
as usual she explained to me all the minutest details and finalement I started trying to create the blog
Hmmm...clear confusion...when I really started blogging...too many faux pas and too many confusions for a computer analphabet (french for illiterate for me) keeping cross fingers I wondered hope this time it works out.
It really did feel great when I finally started blogging and a bit quickened heartbeats when I typed my first post....huff its finally over I thought:)
and then... good ...a good way of taming the thoughts running like wild horses...Blog gave me a chance to express my thoughts more elaborately, and use my free time more fruitfully:)
as usual she explained to me all the minutest details and finalement I started trying to create the blog
Hmmm...clear confusion...when I really started blogging...too many faux pas and too many confusions for a computer analphabet (french for illiterate for me) keeping cross fingers I wondered hope this time it works out.
It really did feel great when I finally started blogging and a bit quickened heartbeats when I typed my first post....huff its finally over I thought:)
and then... good ...a good way of taming the thoughts running like wild horses...Blog gave me a chance to express my thoughts more elaborately, and use my free time more fruitfully:)
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