Another Rainy Day!

Its past four and I am still indoor
I look out the window
To see the sun shine yellow
It’s been raining for 2 days
How I wish the sun stayed?
But not longer I say to myself
Coz I am all set to drench thyself
Its time for a treat
To beat the shining heat
I enter my kitchen
And see the sky darken
The road is wet, the sky is gray.
They dress me up, from head to toes
Drizzle, drip and drain
Heard the rhythm of the raindrops dripping to the ground.
Heard the rhythm of the raindrops dropping all around
And sweet the little breeze of melody
Sing with me softly
Now it’s past 6 the sun shines again
Making the mother earth dry again
I see the rainbow glow
From my window
Making the universe polish in colors
Its looks so brighter, dazzler, glazier
Its time for some bhaji and chai
For some it’s a way to enjoy
But for me it’s the moment of joy!

Something’s Cooking!

Foods are for God! Thats what I believe…. Because the art of cooking is so different from any other talent in the planet. I agree cooking is an art but you eat it too. Cooking is so imaginative and creative. While Cooking you make utilize all your senses be it the nose, ear, eyes, tongue, hands etc. Cooking is a form of flattery....a playful, deceiving, mean and ignoble activity, which cheats us by shapes and colors, by smoothing and draping...."

“By November I had convinced myself that I had better things to do than read and learn about Politics. Cook for instance.Its so rightly said "When men reach their sixties and retire, they go to places. Women go right on cooking." So I thought why not lay my hands on cooking right away in that way I can save some years before I withdraw.

For me cooking has always been my love. But untill my nupitals I disregarded it utterly. I was busy with my other love be it my carrer,shopping, friends etc, so I used to totally rely on my mothers delectable food. I was 24 when I started cooking, up untill then, I just ate. My mother was a entertaining cook, but what she basically alleged about cooking was that if you worked hard and prospered, someone else would do it for you.


No one cooks alone, Even at their most solitary, a cook in the kitchen is surrounded by generations of cooks past, the advice and menus of cooks present, the wisdom of cookbook writers. So its everybody’s effort which comes in action and a good meal is prepared. The right amount of spices added, the exact quantity of salt or sugar gives the food a exact taste.


After the grand appetizing cooking is done there comes the dishes… Eeerrrr washing them is one thing I hate to do. Washing the greased dishes is so not done. But the cook has to clean the dishes.

So life’s different now. I started driving again.I started cooking again. My cooking is better than my driving as of now. So now I am gonna go get one, fill it up with spices and fat, Fry them sinners brown and its gonna be good aint it.I guess I fell into cooking & there is always something new to discover.

NYC – The Wonderland

It’s the world where I was always amazed, how will the other kingdom seem like, how diverse will it be??? How unique are the natives going to be. Will they act in the same mode as we in India do??? All questions in my psyche were pondering. I have constantly seen the great US of A in movie flicks of Karan Johar; Yash Raj etc. where the settings are used for a romantic song or were the leading actors meet and initiate their love story. As a teen I forever hunted to be in that locations trot around those scenic looking yellow & red trees. OH how gorgeous they look!

Until I accomplish the wish has essentially come genuine as I spin 24 and geared up to bond, according to my folks. So here comes the Shahrukh Khan of my life and we fly to the wonderland after the nuptials. There is a little twirl in the story as compared to Karan Johar’s flick. But the falling in love with the boy and running around the trees was all alike.

As I land the realm of wonderland i.e. the US of A the JFK airport. The first thing I pronounce to myself loud is OH Gosh! It’s massive and orderly. I cherished the airdrome it was so well kept. But I was wrong the moment I checked out of the airport. The roads and the infrastructure were all so tidy and well designed.

Could scarcely see natives toddle though. Everybody in their car and the weather was just perfect. I used to love winter back in India, not until I grasped the perfect freezing frosty weather. New York the land of hallucination as all say! I visited this place @ midnight I fell in love with the place. Each construction standing tall and every structure has its own tale to enlighten… Each construction different from another and challenging each other. I see signboards which easily direct you to places without asking for guidelines. New York is divided by Uptown, Midtown and Downtown. Each of the tree town has its own beauty.

Crowded with citizens past midnight is what was astonishing. Lively, chirpy and full of life. Tourist clicking and covering every part of the site from their Dgcam. Rewinding few years backwards I could see people clicking pictures with their Cameras and owing a camera was a big thing then. But now one and all own a Dgcam. It’s such a universal thing now.

New York City charmed me with their outdoor media. The way the electronic Outdoor Media was put up against a tallest construction making it more attractive and vibrant. As I stroll by which I loved doing at midnight I draw closer towards museums of which I had read them in books. If you love visiting museums then Friday nights you get a free entry to museums.

New York never lets you down when it comes to shopping. All across I could see each store shouting me out. Each dress calling me as if they wanted me to own them. As I was walking down the aisle I could smell yummy Falaphals. Everything tastes better at night .As I try on those falaphals all my taste buds get alive as I enjoy every bite of it. She shows me a little slightly diverse planet were natives appear unlike but yet the same. She lets you try your hands with her ethnicity, food, civilization, people, coffee shops, museums.

Finally the night turns out to me and says Honey it’s time to say goodnight to her. The moon throws her light on me as if escorting me home. So I bid farewell to this charming city with a promise to be back to explore more of it. But the fact is no matter how many times I visit this great city I am always struck with the same thing: the Yellow taxi Cab!

Life was Lovely...Life is gorgeous…life will be Ravishing…

Life changes in seconds. I enjoyed the way my life was stirring. Weekdays being busy with work at my workplace. I love my workplace. It’s such a lovely space to be. Be it the mankind around who are so adorable and contributive in their own way. Whenever you are tormented just boom your eyes out to that splendid looking blue sea where you can see the ships and boats looking so Lilliputian form the 13th floor of my building. It mellows out all your stress and allays fashioning you revived and crystal-clear with all your thoughts. Be it spending luncheon with Meghna on 15th floor aside the canteen hogging food to glory and bitching about all possible humankind encircling or simply conversing typical girly stuffs. Battling for a cold coffee with the fellow who refuses to serve us cold coffee more than 2 cups…cant blame him we never give him redemption slip. My weekends are passed so comfortably with so little time to catch up friend’s kin. No wonder my folks keep cribbing about me not giving them acceptable time.

Unexpectedly all these days seem to be those fond memories I had. Life takes a 360 turn and my world starts orbiting. The prince of so-called my life flick sets foot in with very mysterious entrance to the screen. And within no time we start chatting and conversing over the phone and there we go leading and concluding to spend our perfect lives together. We dialogue about how our lives would be after our so-called wedlock and how both our lives will be transformed. My being instantly started getting roseate and every hymn I used to give ear felt like its expressly sung for me and the occasion. My god I am getting too filmy…. Well that’s what courtship epoch does to you. Giving small little surprise’s to each other. Those late night vocalizing over the phone. Not that I want my service provider to mint loads of money. But you can’t help but let them mint money. As that’s the only alternative left when both of us are surviving in two distinct spaceship earth and yet striving to get in touch with each others world.

Day dreaming about that D –day at which moment it will occur, to what end will it be and all that jazz…. Well the whole shopping thing is the marvelous time I am having. You get a legal license from your folks to go ahead and shop your heart out.

The whole facet from being a free bird and now being bonded with your beloved is an amazing feeling. Now my life is centered with this guy encircling. Anybody & everybody who acquaint you tying a knot will approach and interrogate you with the weirdest query you haven’t even thought off. Right from commenting how sweet a wedded pair we would make to how wedded life will be. According to some people married life is astounding while for others it’s as worst as it can get. So you get to hear all distinct kinds of conviction. All your kin start pouring to your place to visit and compliment you. Don’t know if they toasting me for the happiness docking my way or all that life have to present me.

Well I assume the best is to wait and watch. I am sure my life will be as lovely it is now and it was prior.


Have a Gr8 Monsoon!

Divs

It’s Time to Jhoom, Woh bhi Barabar Jhoom!

It was Saturday…time to Relax catch up on my sleep, eat and enjoi the atmospheric conditions. Well it was just one more usual Saturday where I woke up by noon after all the cribbing from my dad who since morning was trying to wake me up. Finally I gave up and had to compromise with my sleep. So here I go wake up for lunch starving to death. I could smell good cuisine being arranged by my mom. After tat good wholehearted feast I think of taking a nap. But on second thought I switch on d idiot box trying hard to find some absorbing stuff but all in vain. So an hour of surfing the channel I give up and decide to catch upon my nap.

Finally I make some plans with my friends and we conclude on going for this Hindi movie and then treat ourselves with good food. So we decide to meet @ 7 pm and the movie we decided to watch was “Jhoom Barabar Jhoom”. First we thought we wouldn’t manage to get the tickets, but see our luck we managed to get tickets…I was juss wishing that its worth the money that I have drained. Some 200 bucks for the ticket + 100 bucks for my Caramel popcorns. So finally after 15mins of waiting the movie begins.

Typical Yash Raj movie must say. OH! by the way for all SRK fans there is a funny video where he and some hockey chicks terrorizing you to death with their hockey sticks. Since the time dramatization started till the closing of it I was trying to figure out what is SRK doing??? And what’s the meaning of this entire dramatization??? Can anybody explain….I can understand the promotion part….but still….

Anyway buying back to the so-called JBJ movie…the only thing I liked about the entire film was the Direction, which I think, was marvelous. By the way Yash Raj is honored for the kind of location he has in his film…If you haven’t been for a world tour…worry not. There’s Yash uncle for you…he captures the best location in the universe… How lucky can the cast of characters get…man..for this I wish I were an performer…. Though nobody would want to cast me….

Yeah back to the movie…so there is no tale to the entire soo called film, where in you can see Mr. Amitabh Bachan coming out of no where and dancing to glory on this particular theme number; which goes on in the entire movie after every 15min wearing that absurd looking feather hat and a belt outside the shirt like The Superman style. I guess Yash uncle had too much money to spend or was it a baggage deal of Father & Son Jodi… Then y not the Bahu…Miss World....

Continuing with the screenplay where the entire movie doesn’t make any reason except for the Intermission part…which was brilliantly done…What a superb way to do it?? Muss watch… and not to miss the Jai Veeru new version part played by Bobby & Abhishek. It’s the most cutest thing and very funnily done.

Alas not to miss the beautiful song “Bol Na Halke Halke” where Preity & Abhi have acted well. The gorgeous looking Taj Mahal is surely not to be missed. And if you haven’t been to Delhi & Agra then this flick takes you there.

Well I guess enough of Jhoom happened…. Barabar Ghooma diya…Saabko…


Have a Gr8 Monsoon!


Divs

Mom this one is 4 U!

She’s got these hundred names through which I call her, yet she doesn’t mind. Be it Ma, Mummy, Mum, Amma, Mom, Mommy, Mimmy. I call her according to my mood and she will only acknowledge to all of them. I have seen her from the day I was born reasoning if she was an angel which God has sent to take care of me in this gigantic spacious world. Mom you had a life of your own until we were born and since then we became the center of your world. She cribs but yet accomplishes whatever we want from her. Mother you fulfill all our dreams. Mom I apologize for all those sleepless nights you had during our exams.

Mum you make the most appetizing cuisine on earth of which nothing can pacify my taste bud except for your homemade yummy food. Though I know I crib about it always coz you come up with Avial, Sambar and those entire south Indian Mallu food, including the idli which I used to hate. But my friends used to desire for your mouth-watering food. But trust me Mum I missed your food when I was away from you for a year. I missed the cuddling and pampering that used to make me feel like heaven. Though I haven’t visited that world yet. Okai fine juss exaggerating…

I remember whenever you and dad had a debate it would be for our upgrading and all those little reparation you both have made for us are spectacular. I wonder sometimes how can u guys can be so remarkable and give your entire life for your kids who in return battle, crib and act rebellious to whatever you guys do or say.

You have known me so well that juss with that expression on my face and you examined it all. Be it a bad day in school, enjoyment with friends, conflict with best pals, 1st day of college or work. You know it all.

Mom I miss you when you aren’t around. I look for you in all possible places thinking if you aren’t hiding from me. Mom you have learnt lessons for us when we had our exams. I wonder if God has given you 10 hands of which isn’t visible to us. Mum you succeed your work and home apart from taking care of dad and us. Mom you are the most meaningful part of the family, which is yonder, words. Most delicate of all, she knows more of paradise than angels can recall.

Mom you are not only beautiful, but passionately young. You are playful as a kid, yet wise as one who has lived long. Mom it is far beyond defining you, it defies all explanation,
And it still you remain a secret like the mysteries of creation . . .


Thanks a loottt Mom for everything…. All that you have done for me & all that you will keep doing.


Have a Gr8 Monsoon!

Divs

Expiry Date...

It’s the most phenomenal feeling to fall in love. The feeling of being loved and to love is just beyond words. It’s where suddenly a stranger enters your life and your entire life takes a 360-degree spin. He turns out to be the most meaningful soul in your life. You cannot even picture life without your loved. Life around suddenly seems pretty and roseate. Every morning is a worthy morning where your adored wakes you with a goodmorning call and then from then on your day starts with every half n hour call from your loved.

Actually I have been thinking lately that whatever occur in our life happens for a reason. I know it’s too much a philosophical communication from my end. But sometimes my mind says you should meditate like an intellect. So all those boyfriends/girlfriends, crushes one had may not be for a reason. But the ones where in you were so called deeply madly in love that happened for a reason. It can be a good thing for him/her or for your own good.

But everything has an expiry date. That’s what advertising teaches you. There is a mandatory line or Conditions Apply* which is all unsaid or written in miniscule font size which wont be readable. So that’s the trap. The whole thing about life being roseate soon turns out to be black and it gets dissenting when the date expires. You listen to sad music, you booze till you get slouched. You feel like weeping hard. Finally the fact remains that the product has expired. So love story ends for whatever reason be it no compatibility, parental issue, marriage commitment, possessiveness blah blah blah.

So every thing has an expiry date be it Love, Life or Food…
Conditions Apply*

Happy cupping!

Divs