SD touch

some ties can never be severed..
even if you had thought of it as otherwise..
for on the surface of it, it might seem as the end, but dig a little bit deeper into it, and you'll see its all there.. alive..

and for me, what I thought or rather what I took to be as 'closed' because of the absence of a proper 'close', happens not really as 'closed' as I'd thought it to be.. or, sometomes I wonder, did I really want it to close forever? do I still not rejoice every time I see that 'sign'?

so, somethings can never be severed like that.. even if it happens to be on the other side of the world.. literally that too..

come December, I'll be keeping my end of the promise, made jn January.. to that One person..

December, you'll be my witness..

Reminiscence

This time last year
A frantic decision - "to meet where?"
And 10 minutes all that were
Because no more could we spare.

And it has already been a year
You are there and I'm here
Reminiscing of the days that were.

If only I had a snapshot of us on paper.

Flypside

It seems to me that they had a pact among themselves
to meet at a pre-determined finish-line

The flipside of being the youngest.

A to Z!

happiness is being back in my true self.

happiness is being able to indulge my collector's self.

happiness is having no one to stop in my indulgence of self in any damn manner.

happiness is that 'your order has been dispatched and will be reaching you on***' mail.

happiness is having new things.

happiness is having a gawd-damn reason to celebrate.

happiness is the feel of grandness.

happiness is A to Z!
 

Monday - 14/09/2015

Monday of insane proporations.
Monday of magnamious consequnces.
A lull before the storm.
The d-day.
The penultimate day of the entire event which was spread over for quite sometime.
The judgement day when all the work done finally gets ready to cross-over to the other side.

The day it finally comes to an end.

And the funny part of this monday?
Well, its equally valuable in all its dimensions and proportions for the both of us.

Me and my man.

Funny, how one day can hold so much significance simultaneously on both lives, which are otherwise separated by more than three decades.
To know that it all comes down to one day.
That very feel is uncomparable.

It gives a high. a very addictive kind of a high.

I have known many people who have worked for a cause for more than just their life. Yet, they have missed out on seeing that day, where what they'd started reach the finishing line. The day when the baby crosses over to the other side.

And from today, I'll be knowing two such people who can boast of such a claim.

For me it's the Monday before the day when all hell is poised to break loose.
For me it's the Monday which is the last day of liability.
For me it's the Monday I've worked for, since the past year and a bit more.
For me it's the Monday which makes all those previous counts of late nights and all-nighter-at-work worth it.
For me it's the Monday which is forgiving enough for all those forsaken leaves.

For me it's the Monday, which begins the start of new beinnings. a significant chnage in the very essence.

And for him, it's the Monday, which acts as the decider.

Yes.
It's the Monday, most sought after.

p.s. my best man decides on a house. another Monday yay for me.

09/09/2015

we believe in nothing mainstream.
we belive in rocking the unheard and unseen of.
and we are the kings in that!

so, keeping the birthday cake as a surprise till midnight is so mainstream, that, all care to keep it a secret is abandoned when yours truly enters with a big box and rings the bell knowing fully well as to who's going to be on the other side of the door!
and, waiting till midnight to cut the cake is so pedestrianly mainstream, that we do it well before the clock strikes twelve!

doesn't matter who gets the cake originally. doesn't matter even if yours truly doesnt get to be the one to make the first cut either (well, one side-effect of climbing up the age ladder).
wherever there be cake, yours truly always ends up being on the receiving end of it, with mouth wide open!
the tradition should always continue. else, how would it continue as one?

and the biggest advantage of being nothing like mainstream? well, you get to have your dinner with dessert.

meaning, the dessert becomes the dinner itself!

ain't we grand!

p.s. btw, the candles were defnitely blown by the birthday lady! that's also the tradition! :-P so, we stick to that bit.
p.p.s yours truly definitly believes in the concept of 'return-gifts'. a staunch believer. period.

freaky eight

i hate spiders. and there is no two way of saying this!
short legs. long legs. sinewy legs. thread-like legs. fat legs. jointed legs. legs with hairs on them.
fat body. black body. brown body. body with visible eyes. dot-esque body. barely there body.

*brrrrrr* recounting itself gives me the shivers.

and coming face to face with it in the morning ~ definitely not good. that too in my clean and properly arranged dresser. so not cool. i open it, and all i see is a flurry of movement, like a ball of dust rolled up, scurrying across the papered surface. and that one glimpse was enough for me to know what it was. and no not at all a pretty sight!

damn! i hate spiders!




 

Wishful Doing

It was a typical lazy winter morning. Foggy, damp and cold. It was a holiday. The much needed and sought for respite amidst the brouhaha and hullabaloo of the Court convened meetings of the Companies as per the High Court's direction.

So, a perfect setting for that epitome of laziness which necessarily happens in the morning. More if the Man indulges you with breakfast. More even so, if there happens to be another one with whom the day begins - inspite of the day ending for that person. *those were the days*

And i was reminiscing about same time same day exactly a year ago when i was with my favourite people, doing the favourite things.

And that's all where and when it started. The airfare being the main point of focus. For, the airfare to my favourite city and back was exceeding the airfare to the place of that person on the other side of the world (literally so). And that was motivation enough.

That happened to be January then.
What followed after was a series of things to be done (including answering some outrageous questions, battling nerves when things almost went horribly wrong and almost giving it up because I'd had enough and somehow the reason felt like losing its essence).

But, come August. And what I'd set out in January, finally rests in my possession, in colour print and a great pic (DSLR indeed!)

Yes.
Official right to plan.


p.s. the only cure for a vacation hangover is planning for another vacation.

the D-joke

a few years back, amidst a gala time with friends - old and new - over few drinks and bonhomie, a firang friend of mine (from Russia) leaned over and asked a question - which then seemed to me a very innocent question - "why would any parent name their kid 'Hardik'?" *if you're reading this, try reading it aloud in an american twang, and if you're smart enough, you'll immediately know what i'm getting at. if you don't, then, well, it's not for you.*

i guess, now i have the perfect answer to your question, Y.

ask me this question today, and i'll give you the detailed answer. and also, i have now taken after your way of calling out that name.

it's such a shame that we are probably and possibly the only tribe who loves the most to be labelled.. the tribe who really loves and loves to flaunt the 'kala dhabba' - both literally and metaphorically.

what's the point of education if this is the final outcome? for this sure aint looking like any forward marching development.. if at all, this is all a collective step towards a regressive land. and strangely that sems to be the consensus.

the ward had asked, 'what's in a name?' many centuries ago.

my favourite person (united by Date, separated by Year) had quoted in his song, 'our name is our virtue'

as i go back to Y's question to me from few years back, "why would any parent name their kid 'Hardik'?", the line from the song keeps playing in my head. "our name is our virtue". indeed.


 

Ami ekhon Raga!

barking dogs seldom bite. well, that might be true.
hell, let's say that is true. but let's also be very clear on one very important thing. seldom is never to be equated with "never". period.

and for those extra particular folks, barking bitches bite bad!

if the tone of this begining is anything to go by, yes, i'm defnitely pissed. and as my beloved neice used to phrase it when she was a toddler "ami ekhon raga"!

• started with my mamma messing around with my stuffs. as result me not finding them, ergo, a delay of 5 mins in the already time-crunched morning.
• idiots on the streets, this time uncle on the bike, doesnt move forward nor sideways.
• cows! damned cows! who the hell ever made them holy, i wonder! damn him too.. and also damn the cow herd. staying with the cows has made him a cow too!
• the train that took forever to cross!
• damn auto poeple, who have no regard whatsoever of the "side" of the road!

and that was the last straw! that auto fellow definitely chose a wrong "side" of the bed while getting up. got a piece of my mind! in pure expletives. i'm sure he never saw that coming!
also, it's not everyday that an auto-wala is shut up by a female! and that too in this part of the country. and you have to be here to know what i really mean by this!

and for me, today was not the day to mess with me. so, make that 2 auto-walas, one Swift wala, one Innova wala and one idiot mamu of a traffic cop!
people should buy big cars if they are sure that they can manouver them within the city limits. if not, then they should not. period.
it is as simple as that. doesn't involve any rocket science. somehow this very simple fact acts as the most puzzling piece of information for these folks inhabiting this sad shit-hole of a place!

so yes, the swift wala, the innova wala and also the Mamu, happened to be on the wrong side of the argument today! and yes, i can be really evil!

thanks to that certain someone for those lessons in expletives! yes, i owe you!

so yes, the everyday distance which takes 20 mins, took double the time.
so, the feeling on reaching the destination was nothing short of that of a Champion.


p.s. and all this fuming and smoking dissolved in laughter when i saw my erstwhile stalker turing up in pink chequered shirt for the day!
p.p.s. the venting out still happened, not on him, but, with him. and, he aint the 'stalker' anymore, but i still love to call him that.
p.p.p.s the most interestng discussion on monkeys with him!

p.p.p.p.s My Best Man plans to moves in my city! 10 years later, Encore! yes, definitely Tuesday worth living!
 

Rogan josh!

No.3 of the list. Strike!

The longest day of the year, and this is what it translates into!

Presenting, "Roganjosh"

And having this bowl full of bliss in front of me and not eating is a sacrilege, which me not gonna commit.

so, bon appétit, folks!

p.s. Him and I are definitely awesome!

The Good, the Bad, the Fat-Ass!

Somehow or other, the Fat-Ass is always an interesting proposition to write about! And this proves it too!
So then, a lot of stuffs have been going around yours truly for the past few weeks. And I sincerely mean an LOT. Both on the work front and otherwise. The 'otherwise' part is also related with the work front, though it is strictly limited to 'not-work' front. Well, I won't discourage you to go on a wild goose chase. To each his own. I've decided to stick with this. Makes my life a lot simpler. And truth be told, I've had enough of complications, and definitely can do with some less. So, why not?
Apparently, "change is the only constant", and not-so-apparently-but-heavily-contested-against "all change is good", which futher draws upon the corollary "whatever happens, happens for the good".
Therefore, let me also start with the change(s) that yours truly had been a witness to in the recent past.

It is, in every right, a major shift, which involved 'uprooting' of quite a few (in numbers) people within a radius of  250-odd kms from one place to another. Oh! And not to forget the major change in status! We are a "sarkari daftar" nowadays. A major (sad) shift towards being "dehaati". Yes, especially the new lot of people who have come in, barring a few (single-digit) exceptions.

Which eventually brings me to Fat-Ass. Yes, I never 'liked' the person, even before the formal association. And my stance still stands unchanged. So, I figured, I have to do what I do best. I can be very evil when I get bitchy. And unfortunately, the person in context here, doesn't know that I'm not the one to be messed with! The person here is the Fat-Ass! Yes. In every possible interpetations that you can make out of this term. He has this "I'm the boss, and you all are mere mortals and I don't liason with you mere mortals, as I'm so very above your league" attitude. Which is horribly contradictory with his actions. Unfotunately actions speak louder than words, sometimes even precede words. And this person doesn't have nor ever had and is neither even attempting to work towards them. Which backfires real bad. And the funny part, everybody else gets it, except the person, resulting in those unspoken yet so glaringly apparent jokes! The Fat-Ass did try to throw his weight around yours truly, and well, I like to be happy and I like to live and operate in peace. so, I didn't create any fuss, as I didn't want to put my dear Boss Lady in any further awkward position (yes, the Fat-Ass managed to do that in his first day) and did as I was told. But, I made sure that the Fat-Ass becomes the butt of jokes accross departments! *Told you, I am evil!*

Also, the universe conspired with me. The utility (read: system and network related stuffs) also refused to comply. And icing of the cake happened when his 'assholery' was made evident by his grace to that one person you never wanna mess with - the CEO's hand! And well well! That was pure vendetta!
And well, I say Fat-Ass not (only) because of my dislike. But because that person is a Fat-Ass. The person was not able to accomodate his Fat-Ass in the chair! So, the Admin had to get a separate chair for him! *That definitely earned some silent laughs between yours truly, the IT guys, the Admin people and of course, the CEO's hand!*

And well, my Boss Lady is a wise woman herself. She puts her education to good and perfect use. So, she also quips in between with "pura sarkari ho gaya ab toh.. har jagah bas potle and papers" in front of the person (the Fat-Ass was previously in a 'sarkari' workplace) in her trademark innuendo style!

The universe further conspired with me. And no, I won't go on in any further details here. I figure, this is enough bitching for one post!


And the Fat-Ass is not here with his fat-ass today! A perfect "yay" way to end the 21 days week!

p.s. : thus begins the period of visits by my favourite people. Yesterday was my ex-CFO. Today is my ex-Internal Audit Head (who was also my Black Love's White partner!)

Chicken Blossoms

We cook. Yes. We love to cook. Its just that it takes a week of sitting on the idea of cooking for us to actually get down to the business of cooking. A week because, with both of us getting back home around 9-ish and the Saturdays being 'working' *oh the woes* it eventually boils down (sic) on the Sundays. So, this was the Sunday.

The idea or the inspiration, as my Man would rather say, struck in the wee hours of one fine day in the beginning of the week. So, over our cups of morning tea (him) and coffee (me), the idea came into being, and the week was spent in sourcing the various stuffs that would go into it.. Umm, nothing fancy, its all everyday stuffs, handy stuffs, easily available stuffs, just that, it's two real lazy ass people here, so we do all the pre-cooking stuffs in installments. Even if it means taking the steamer out from some corner of the shelf! there you go!

So finally come Sunday. And finally we cook!

And we being the generous one, give out the directions too! Happy cooking!



All you'll need:

1. boneless chicken
2. spring onions (we didn't have any, so regular onions it was for us. and it'll do just fine), finely diced
3. garlic, finely diced
4. salt
5. garam masala
6. Kerala pepper (generous amounts)
7. cornflour (just for binding)
8. rice (soaked for a few hours)

The easy steps that follows:

• Take the boneless chicken and mince it, like a paste, with uniform consistency. The normal faithful age-old mixer grinder will serve the purpose just fine.
• In a bowl, put the minced chicken. Add the finely chopped / diced onions (spring or otherwise), garlic, Kerala pepper (black variant in the crushed form), garam masala, salt and a little bit of cornflour.
• Mix it thoroughly, and the best way to do it with your hands.. 
• Take the rice out of the water, and put it on a sieve to allow the additional water to drain.
• Make small balls of that chicken mix, preferably of uniform size. 
• Roll those balls in the rice, just so that it sticks to the sides of the ball.

• Take a steamer and fill it with water.
• In another perforated container, place a banana leaf at the base (to avoid direct contact with the utensil and also the steam).
• Place the balls gently.

• Put the lid on. In our case, the lid also happened to have holes, so we covered those up with another piece of the banana leaf cut-out.
• Finally, put the lid on the steamer, and let it be for about 10-15 mins.

the 'Blossoms'

And then, all you have to do is get them out, and EAT!

The "Murg Ke Phool"

Presenting ~ "Murg Ke Phool" as my Man likes to say!

Bon appétit!

Chef : my Man

Sous chef : yours truly.

M-post

Happy Birthday my dearest M

Welcome Twenty-sixth from 'round the street
Hasten it with open arms
Put aside your daily qualms.

Another year for you to greet
Full of magic, raw & sweet
May it ply you with such affairs
That disperse your worldly cares.

May it bring you sunny days anew
May wintery ones be rare & few
I wish for you a noodle soup
And an enchanted cantaloupe
A journey on a flying spoon
To the craters of the fullest moon
Travels to the strangest lands
Where stories hide in grains of sand.

I raise a toast
A merry brew
of joy
of peace
of love
to you...

*♥*

Fat Post

Disclaimer : I will not come across as someone who can be even remotely called "fat". Au contraire. I'm often branded as the tiniest being in any surrounding.. Doesn't help my cause further as I'm known among all the 4 floors of my 'official' place, including the ground floor, and also the other part of the 'official' place located a good 30-odd kms away, as "Chhotu"! (I can already visualize the the other one gloating away to glory)
And the fact that I'm forever left searching for clothes my size, again doesn't help my cause.
It further hurts, when the sister gets clothes size 0 for me, and they fit! *too much bleh, I tell you*
And hence the "disclaimer".

Coming back to the post. "Fat Post". Yes. And I mean very word of it.

I am hard wired to have my fat-days. Yes. And there's no cutting across it. So yes, fat days. And therefore fat-days-clothes (read : those very specific denims, tees, shapeless dresses(for a better and a more accurate fashion term: shift dresses), shorts(yes, i even have shorts for my fat days), even certain formal pants(fat-pants, as i call them) and my all time fav pyjamas and my Man's tees)! Whoa! That almost described a third of my warbrobe!
And then I am a sucker for good food, both good-looking and good-tasting. Which further doesn't help my cause, as any day-out or night-out or any-kind-of-out venturing with my Man, by default, involves food. And no, not the regular kinds. We are definitely posh. And we don't care about the rest in such matters. And the days which don't involve any kind of outs, we cook! And yes, that's also additionally fancy, for we eat up the entire volume that we cook! And not to mention, those infinite in-between indulgence by him (read : chocholates of the darker variety, and like stuffs). And it's absolutely gut-wrenchingly heartbreaking to say no to him. So, another reason for my fat days. Rather "feeling fat" days, when the guilt takes control!

And the latest being my mother's obsession dangerously bordering on fanaticism. For about half -a-year now, her sole goal has been to fatten me up. And she's been relentlessly going at it. It started from incresing the oil amout, increasing the number of dabbas in my lunch, and so on.. But of late, it has taken a turn towards hysteria.. sudden fear that since her daughter is really skinny, she might drop dead any moment! And she won't even realise! *Moms, I tell you!* To be fair on her, a certain real-life incident (and NO, yours truly is NOT involved) has made her more paranoid. Do you still take your vitamins? Do you take that tonic? Everyday? Or do you skip? and the likes of it.

Plus these days, it is being backed by another valid reason. "You have to look presentable for the wedding! At least, sari porle jano bhadro laage. puro kaath emni tei"

so yes. i am entitled to my fat days.
picture can always lie!

"May"be - Definitely!

May be:
puting in the papers - Check!
counting it down - Double Check!!

*promise kept*
**glee**

woot!

being the largest in the country gets a quarter page coloured feature in the leading english daily!
#TOI

*super gloat*

US-ual.

good morning at noon. coffee at a little past noon. crazy hodge-podge thrown in together to form the most comfort food spelt as lunch. terrible movie ("Kisna") for matinee Sunday only because it's HD print and we are posh. conversations with the Man in the secret language and those crazy mad laughs. afternoon hunt for that barber. finally tasting success on the barber front. happy Man. munchies shopping for the evening munches. the cake bake. yes, we're grand. movie because it's Sunday and we need some warming up for the great final. Jobs. this time, the non HD, for its too hot and the ac is so damn comforting. the match. the shifting from one couch to the next. oh what fun it is to mute the TV and do our own commentary. the oohs and the aahs. the rushed gobbling down of dinner. the cheers, the choicest words and the expletives. the mandatory Sunday evening/night sulk 'coz its Monday tomorrow. and the late night movie to call it a Sunday. The Big Wedding.

p.s. don't keep searching *wink!

p.p.s keeping promises is so much fun. more so, when you have company! *love*

Adventures in the Dream Trade

I don’t think that I’ve been in love as such
Although I liked a few folk pretty well
Love must be vaster than my smiles or touch
for brave men died and empires rose and fell
For love, girls follow boys to foreign lands
and men have followed women into hell
In plays and poems someone understands
there’s something makes us more than blood and bone
and more than biological demands
For me love’s like the wind, unseen, unknown
I see the trees are bending where it’s been
I know that it leaves wreckage where it’s blown
I really don’t know what "I love you" means
I think it means "don’t leave me here alone".

-N.G.

When Happiness spelt as Sunday!

1. Happiness is the Sunday morning rush after waking up
2. Happiness is the getting dressed while still being groggy after just waking up because you have a deadline to meet
3. Happiness is the sheer ability to raid the ancestral wardrobe
4. Happiness is being pretty in blue
5. Happiness is Naniji's saree on a summer day out
6. Happiness is having someone to ward off those stares directed at you
7. Happiness is Subway with extra fillings
8. Happiness is D-Day shopping
9. Happiness is D-Day shopping for someone else too
10. Happiness is temple jewellery and an entire set to go with it
11. Happiness is pure indulgence with colors
12. Happiness is 'happy feet'
13. Happiness is the favourite Label coming to town
14. Happiness is finally getting hold of that particular color at less than a 100 bucks *maybe she's born with it*
15. Happiness is walking hand in hand, matching steps to steps
16. Happiness is whistling about without a care, in a crowded place, with the Man
17. Happiness is Black Currant ice-cream in a Chocolate cone
18. Happiness is an entire evening of suttewali chai and conversations

when happiness spelt Sunday!

p.s. "approaching" soon!

14.5.15

I never knew him, but I know his son.
What happened to him, can never be undone.
And, I'm sure that's something which he'd never bargained for.

I can't say much, for I don't know what to say
to make him feel, that we're all here to stay.
But I think he knows.

So all I can say to you-
(And you'll hear me out, and that I know)
I hope you find peace to wherever that you've gone
for I can tell, that's the only thing that he'd ever want.


Be at peace.

Old fun

so, i've officially reached that stage wherein i can ask the one trudging a litle bit ahead (read : a little more than 365 days) of me, "how does it feel getting 'old'?"
and GLOAT!

muhahahahahahahahaha!

p.s. getting 'old' is so much fun!
p.p.s i'm not sure if the other one agrees *mischievous grin*

Thursday Trivia

Approaching the end of the five-day week, the wing wears a deserted look! It's just the two of us, me and my Boss Lady. And with the internet crashing and no I.T. people around, it's as good as "chhutti!"

So we chat for sometime.. There's always that one person to bitch about, and women can definitely get bitchy! Also, privacy helps! *we are mad*

Subsequently, two's company gives way to three, when joined by Krishnan, my most favourite person! And it even rhymes! So, now it's the three of us. Sitting and chatting. Words interspersed with laughter. And it doesn't stop there. Conference call with the Boss Lady and Krishnan, with all three of us sitting together within a distance of hardly a metre. Because, our phones are "smart"!

Oh, and the net seems to be back on!

Don't I just love Thursdays!

p.s. What's in a name? "Bengali" in his and a "tree" in mine!

"Saturday" be fun!

Saturday..
Morning meeting.. Sombre mood.. Serious talks.. And not exactly pleasant deliberations.
Chilling atmosphere (pun?) in the cabin.. The arrival awaited.. And then it happens..

A round of "good mornings" with the ONLY exception of a "Hi, A*****e :)" directed (and meant) only at yours truly!

The only one to come in a bright yellow (guys') tee that glorifies "chill..hmm" (of innuendos and euphemisms) and be there in the middle of all the hierarchial top-notch~ yours truly, once again!

After that's done with, one of those belonging in "the" hierarchy simply decides to "chat"! And the joy of discovering a shared passion and love! Yours truly being in the limelight, and the stares follow! But, it's all worth it! For, a relaxed chat with a certain Mr. A**** K**n is always a prized posession!

Then, in the afternoon, my Man gets to meet my Lady! *it's a small world, indeed*

p.s. About the outcome of that morning meeting, well it was not like everyone was awaiting a whacking from the Head. It was just an updation of things to do, things that have already been done, and the pressing things that need to be done even at the cost of putting the 'Babus' at gunpoint!

p.p.s The last bit is a standing secret between yours truly and her Lady. And a crazy laugh was shared in the confines of the four walls and the closed door! Women can definitely get bitchy! And #HariSadu took the first position in that list!

On an entirely separate note, the certain Mr. A**** K**n also decides to call yours truly "Tree"! sigh! so much for the unique name!

"May" be!

May be, when I put in the papers
May be, when I have the reason
May be, when I start the countdown
May be, when it all comes down~

to joy, to laugh
to those infinite plans, once formed in a brough
of those countless moments
of those shared happiness
with the clinks of the silver, in them night's fervour!

May be, when it all begins.

Twinkling Toes and Happy Feet

Time and again, I've made the confession of that being a nomad. Something which was not by choice, but which eventually became the only choice. And later on, the very source of love.

The consequence took form in the way of busy feet. Almost literally.
The rythm of life slowly transcended through the expression of feet. The rythm came to life, and I was alive!

My earliest training started at the age of five. My first lesson in dance! And it happened to be Bharatnatyam. For about a year, I was the happy five year old, who got to dress up in her mom's red "dupatta" and tie those "ghungrus" to her feet, and groove to the beat!

Then, the change of place, and change of routine. Bharatnatyam gave way to Odissi. The feet stompings gave way to the various bends a six year old's body can indulge in. And "grace" was born. The erstwhile white and red ensemle gave way to a light pink dress. It was a pretty girl's wardrobe, sans the ghungrus. But that bereavement was made up with the introduction of stage and limelight. The first dance constumes. My first dance recital. Those beautiful bright blue silk sarees from Odhisha, silver dance jewellery and that beautiful head gear, those heavy kohl-lines eyes and alta adorned hands and feet! And the danseuse was born. And just when I was growing in the form, the nomadic life called again.

Another change of place. And another change of form. But this time, it was going back in time. Farewell to Odissi and hello Bharatnatyam, all over again! New place, new face, new dress, but the old beats.. Aah! The familiarity. And the return of the ghungrus! And happiness found its way back. Starting afresh, from the first stage. And thus began my gradual ascent in the form. Those long classes, those aching feet simply disappeared when faced with the chance of being the centre-stage. And the performance! The costumes. The bright yellow-red silks, those red stones encrusted gold jewellery, even for the hair and head, those heavily detailed hair-garlands and those mesmerising ghungrus! And I fell in love with all the chaos. It was the adolescence love gaining momentum.

Alas, it was the nomad life that took possession. Another change of place. But the form remained. New place, but same old love. And this time, it was no longer an adolescent love. It took its true roots. Finally, in my city of love, my love for rythm flourished like it was meant to be. More rigorous trainings with each passing day. More hours spent in the confinment of those four walls of the basement, many battles fought with people who came in the way, yes, love was never easy. It had to be fought for, at every stage. And fight I did! And my first elaborate solo recital. And the first ever recital my parents were an audience to! And yes. I made my point! They were stupefied! Bewildered! Astounded! It took me 16 years to prove my love! And it took them only 2 hours to realise the magic which unfolded in front of their eyes!

That one performance, made all the difference.

Yes, I am a trained dancer. Trained in the archaic manner, in the archaic dance forms. And I'm proud of my training. For now I can say, I own the rythm.
And I owe this to all those gurus, I was fortunate enough to have come across in my life, blessed enough to have their blessings showered on me.

The nomadic trait still continues. It's been a long time since formal training. I still yearn for those stick-beat-rehearsals that used to be my evenings.
But I still have my ghungrus. And on days when the blues ovrwhelm, all it takes is, the twinkling toes and the ghungrus beat. and I'm ready to take on life again!

Because, a danseuse was born then. And a dancer still lives.

The Romantics

She didn't want to be comfortable yet. No matter how her heart still kept trying to convince her to let her guards down, just a little bit. To open the door a peek. Her mind kept trying to bring her back to reality. To pull her back and root her to earth so that she doesn't fly away too far and too quickly, before it became too late.

She liked his brand of cheesiness. How he'd turn up at her doorstep and tell her that he liked her "berry much", handing over a box full of her favourite berries and a single rose, and then proceeding to kiss her chastely on her cheek. She could never grow tired of his boyish charm.

But these things, these familiarity scared her. She didn't want either of them to come off hurt in the end. She wanted this to be her "end game", but she was too afraid to even dip her toe into water, let alone go in all the way. They were alike in so many ways, and were like perfect strangers in many others, and this bothered her.

She found herself sitting at the edge of the bed, holding her phone in one hand and the rose and the berries in the other. She looked away into the distance, thinking about what she was going to say to him.

Maybe this was an indicator of things to come.

the Bong eats!

And a complete food post to follow the previous not-a-food-post!
'coz thats what weekends are all about. Especially when the man is in a mood to don the chef's apron! *Yes, it's the apron in this household, as there's no chef's hat, per se!*

So whats follows is a complete food-trippin' weekend.
Sautrday begins with the lazy black coffee followed by the classic toast-cheese-jam-sunny-side-up combo. The lunch being the usual Bong weekend lunch ~ "Maangsho Bhaat". For food like these, it really pays to be a Bong! Even the "pseudo" part! *chuckle* And an indulgent man as your company, its followed by a complete shopping extravaganze. And yes, I still stand firmly by it ~ "weddings are so much fun!" Of course, the ice-creams (read : Dark Passion), coffees (read : Iced Eskimo) and coolers (read : Classic Lemonade) are always featured. A food trip, afterall!
And after a hard day's work (yes, "shopping" is classified as work. period.) coming back home to that Bong comfort food ~ "Maangsho Bhaat". And this concludes Saturday!

Sunday begins the same way. black coffee followed by soft boiled egg *the warm gooey feeling*. And my Man with a renewed vigour for being the full fledged chef and declaring 'Lunch' on him! And again, a complete trad Bong Sunday feature.
Starting with "maach bhaaja".

drool-worthy "maach bhaja"

Those were a beauty ~ both in terms of sight as well as the drool factor. Followed by, "aloo-phulkopi-matarshuti diye daal", "maacher-jhol", "bhaat". And yes, nothing special, but him cooking always adds the "special" touch to even the most ordinary fare. *Yes, I'm extremely partial to him*

Such a happy-food-lunch demands a sunday nap! And so we spend the afternoon, snoring away to glory. The evening is rescued with sweet wafer biscuits and coffee. Yeah, the sweet tooth features as desperate measures. And then it's again on to the 'final leg to make the food-trail-weekend end on a grand note.'

and grand it was.

cheese and pepperoni pizza, chicken dominator pizza (definitely living up to the name with Five kinds of chicken toppings), spicy grilled chicken legs. and for the dessert, a box full of custom made dark chocolates with nuts (yesh yesh, we're lavish) and "Blockbuster" Almond Mocha icecream!

you can never go wrong with pepperoni and cheese!

definitely dominating!

and thus, bringing down the curtains on the weekend.

p.s. the earthquake also featured in between though! and on both the days, thereby making it a real "rocking" weekend in every sense!
p.p.s. for all the non Bongs reading this, you're advised to get hold of your Bong friends to make you understand the true essence of the food mentioned herein, because i simply refuse to translate them! *narcissist me much*

not-a-food-post!

Maggie lover
Bread hogger
The dal-chawal romantic
Oh, but not the usual food-fanatic!

The pancake eater, but crepe hater
The cup-cake drooler
The donuts gobbler
Oh, but not at all a sweet girl.

Doesn't live to eat
Neither eats for it

Nor a foodie, and doesn't even aspire to be.

Them being just her whims and fancies
To suit her in them day specifics
For she believes life's all about fun
Else, what's the point of living in one?

p.s. not a #Food post! *hehe*

all of me loves all of you!

What would I do without your smart mouth?
Drawing me in, and you kicking me out
You've got my head spinning, no kidding, I can't pin you down
What's going on in that beautiful mind
I'm on your magical mystery ride
And I'm so dizzy, don't know what hit me, but I'll be alright

My head's under water
But I'm breathing fine
You're crazy and I'm out of my mind

'Cause all of me
Loves all of you
Love your curves and all your edges
All your perfect imperfections
Give your all to me
I'll give my all to you
You're my end and my beginning
Even when I lose I'm winning
'Cause I give you all of me
And you give me all of you, ohoh

How many times do I have to tell you
Even when you're crying you're beautiful too
The world is beating you down, I'm around through every mood
You're my downfall, you're my muse
My worst distraction, my rhythm and blues
I can't stop singing, it's ringing, in my head for you

My head's under water
But I'm breathing fine
You're crazy and I'm out of my mind

'Cause all of me
Loves all of you
Love your curves and all your edges
All your perfect imperfections
Give your all to me
I'll give my all to you
You're my end and my beginning
Even when I lose I'm winning
'Cause I give you all of me
And you give me all of you, ohoh

Give me all of you
Cards on the table, we're both showing hearts
Risking it all, though it's hard

'Cause all of me
Loves all of you
Love your curves and all your edges
All your perfect imperfections
Give your all to me
I'll give my all to you
You're my end and my beginning
Even when I lose I'm winning
'Cause I give you all of me
And you give me all of you

I give you all of me
And you give me all of you, ohoh

the NEW moi!

day 365 of 1421. one of those very days of my life wherein i  made a vow, keeping the favourite one as witness.. a promise made to the favourite one.
my promise of being "happy". come. what. may.
the promise made in my city of #Love.

so, 1422.. this day, this year, i swear to live by my those words, spoken to you.
i swear to happiness..

i begin anew..with new people.
i begin afresh. with old favourites.


1422.
yes.
I love you!

#ShubhoNaboBarsho

Broken

Theirs was a bond of promises. Of promises made. Of the time waited upon for them promises to be lived. Of those moments to be relived.

And so, the hardest thing ever that she'd to bring herself to do, was to write a letter to that someone with whom it was all so efforetless once.

The toughest letter she ever wrote had just the one line in it.

Yes.
Promises should never be made to her. Especially, when they can't be held on to.
Especially.

the ending 'March'

happiness is

• pink blossoms on my side of the planet
• a three day week
• a cat-person converting to a dog-person and watching a dog movie with me
• and, trip-y happy in TWO!

over-the-damn-moon!

'Exception'al Tradition

We keep up.. We are consistent.. Not the otherwise believers of sticking to traditions, at least on the face of it.. We somehow do stick to ours.. Our almost annual meeting tradition! *hark!*

So yes, exception-al it has always been.. Since all these years.
And this time around, the only one to see my place, both before and after! The furnishings, I meant!

And the traditions were of course met with.

• elaborate plans since a day prior.
• getting rid of my folks for an us time.
• actually somehow managing to stick to the "original" plan *we managed the last 4 runs of the final! and we did a high-five on that!*
• movie and smokes
• forgetting all about the chips up till the last 30 mins of the movie
• bubble-wrap bliss
• gossip
• mad rush to get rid of those "evidence" *i still have to destroy the evidence*
• catching up with my folks

And a BLAST in the house to end the evening with! Like literally!

So yeah! We are pretty much there in keeping up our tradition alive.. 

Exception, after all.

*smiles*

Black is the colour of Love!

eight years back, you first came to my life
and i was all smiles, coz you were all shines

i had my best with you.. and i had you with me in my worst..
had many firsts with you.. even the very "inroduction"..

you were the rock support in every scene, across all genres.

from that first ever solo drive, to that late night ride, to those infinite trips to-n-fro during those great times, to that one crazy drive through to that city all alone, to the first 100, to the first many numbers, to that bad crash, to the heartbreak and the tears that followed, to the first Valentine, to the moon-ride and the first great memory, to those hideous sing-alongs to equally hideous songs, to the many plans and the many joy-rides..

to that legendary trip to the dessert land, which is waiting down the line
and to many many more of such awesomeness that's yet to be lived.

you deserve the candle and the love..
for, you've always been my forever #BlackLove!

#8-0-0-5.

sudden burst of HAPPINESS!

April be meeting the Girlfriend
May be putting in the papers
June be the Happiness
and, July be the Grandest!

then August, September, October
and November be the Celebrations

for December be the Encore
and make way for a new year!

*i'm simply so bleh!*


 

that kind of a day!

what do you do when it's that kind of a day?
that kind of a day which doesnt come everyday, so it's "that kind of a day".

• you get up early and beat everyone to shower.. that kind of a day.
• you leave late for work and yet be among those first ones to reach.. that kind of a day.
• you still don't get your favourite parking spot, inspite of being among the early ones.. yeah, that kind of a day.
• pressing matters at hand regarding tomorrow's agenda, and yet enough distractions to not let you do your work.. that kind of a day.
• and still managing somehow not to get in the bad books of the boss lady and the boss lady's boss, when they're constantly hovering around you during your mostest distracted self.. that kind of a day.
• and when, inspite of a packed VC room, all through the day (at least, the better part of the day, that is) when the team disappoints, you still don't want to let go of all the excitement that you'd initally built on around the day.. that kind of the day, it is!

so, that last few hours, over the fag end of the 'official' day, when you decide today's not going to be that kind of a day when you end on a disappointed note, you get hold of the youngest member of your "family" and play volley!
oh boy! what fun!

youngest member, read : yours truly!
play volley, read : the most distorted version of truth and dare!
and the players are all those rest of the "family" members! fortunately the top three of the hierarchy (read : the boss lady, the boss lady's boss, and RAT) are not there! (phew!)

and so, as i'd said previously too, the questions continued.. *hah!*
and then yours truly gets the gift too!

p.s. and a very favourite one of yours truly from among the rest of the family members, paired the stalker with yours truly, to double the fun! heheeheehehehehe! all i can say is, it's no fun being the second youngest!

and a chocolate treat to end the day with.. he is my favourite one of the lot for a reason, you see!

proshnoye osthir!

shajina toh shajina..
ar shajleo moha mushkil.. lokjoner proshner r shesh nei!
lokjon toh tao lokjon.. barir lokerao kichu kom jae na..

r kothaye jai!

and to think that i was actually happy with a perfect winged tip!

shey r boltey.. sheta jodio onek diner cheshta.. roj-i praaye chalie jetam cheshta ta.. after all, i can be very persisting.. r e shob byapare toh aroi.. r ajke finally, ota thik kore hoeche.. tao abar first attempt-ei.. toh aro anondo.. kichu khon aayenar shamne darie lafiyeo nilam.. eta jana shotteo je etar jonno ektu deri-o hoye jabe berobar jonno.. tarpor shob thikthak kore jei berobo, eker-por-ek question!

r parina!

p.s. ei success ta recurring holei bhalo.. shey din obdi chaliye jete hobe..tarpor dakha galo je shey dinei puro flop-show! "jaundiced-look" ba "panda-eyes" niye ghurlam.. ota khub-i baje byapar hobe.. na hoye jano..

p.p.s r proshno gulo apaoto thambe boleo mone hocche na!

wedding crashers

Remember that Bharat Matrimony ad wherein the dad runs after every guy he lays his eyes on with that red turban, much to the daughter's embarrassment?

Yeah well, the ad does get the embarrassment part right.. Bull's eye with the daughter part too!

So, yes.. It's the wedding season.. Again! And it seems, the place I live in, never runs short of wedding season! Too much wedding happening around me! All year long.. On the plus side of it, I get to be pretty and tall and eat good food and be the sexy chauffeur. On the not so plus side, 7 out of 10 times, I miss out on doing the above mentioned things.. Bad misses for me..

So anyway, that track has been put on the correct mode.. Been attending them regularly.. Dressing up, being tall, sitting pretty and being the sexy chauffeur anyone has ever seen.
Just the one flip side, though.

By now, with so many close ones getting married or starting on that path, my mother also seems to be of the opinion that she needs to get busy too!

So, I'm kinda being the fair one here.

A shout out to them who fall in that bracket of my mother's "zone of interest".. Stay out!
Take cover.. Duck! Run for your lives!

And till then, ah well, I'm gonna bask in all the royal treatment that comes my way! Got a wedding to plan, after all! *chuckle*

amidst butterflies, fortune tellers and palm-readers, this one was long overdue!

p.s. caution to/for a certain J, to be very precise!

Familiarity

She doesn't like change.. She never liked change..

She doesn't do change.

She doesn't like surprises.. Because, that also relates to change.. Change will bring forth the surprise.. So, never the fan of change in the first place.

She loves familiarity.

She had always found comfort in familiarity.

She finds her peace, her solace in those cold folds of familiarity.

She breathes life into familiarity.

It's her orange, her familiarity.

She thought maybe, for once, she can give a try to a certain change. After all, there's always a first, eh?

She realised the folly.

The change was never her orange..

The change was her brown. She never liked brown.

The change went from back and forth and back again and it was too much and too many of changes for her to keep changing with.

Made her dizzy.

Made her head spin.

Made her lose her footing.

She hates that. She likes to have her feet firmly placed on the ground. The real reason why she still votes for her keds even with sari and not her sky-high heels. firm and sure footing.

That's familiar to her.

Danseuse likes her footing strong.

She breathes life again. In her orange of familiarity. In the reds and the blacks.. In the violets and the teals.. In her orange kaleidoscope. 

No room for change.. Only exception if the change decides to ground itself and stops changing back and forth. Only if the change becomes red.

She likes red.

Comes a close orange.

She lives orange. 

She loves orange. 

No change for her. 

Magic of Three!

Third month is the 5-day week month! Into the third week already and I'm starting to soften in my hard stance with which I began this month. Charm of three is working it's way into me, apparently.

Yes, I kinda love three.
Third world country, to start with.
A family of three.
The third letter makes up my initials.
Part of a trio among cousins.
Group-of-three featuring my favoutite people.
Three best friends to have spent literally half of my life with.
Three in the favourite date, and the favourite month being the multiple.
Coincidentally, the third super moon of the year as well.

Hah! also, it's now a wait of three, from this day on! *cheeky*

I can safely say that I am a girl besotted with "three".. Or maybe, that's the OCD speaking? Heck, even OCD has three letters! Just saying.

p.s. also, one of the above mentioned "three" gives a brilliant reason to be happy! 
 

the "NOT" list

Not an English professor
Not a doctor
Not a dentist (being specific here)
Not a squeaker (yes, i'm big on people standing up for their cause with conviction)
Not a herbivore (a definite not this one!)
Not a purist (i love my water coloured and grass brown)
Not a kid / 'man-boy' (*shudders*)
Not a pretentious douche-bag
Not a grammar retard ("then" and "than" are NOT to be interchanged, ever!)

Exceptions to the above "not":
Surgeon can be considered.
Bong too, but that comes tremendously loaded with a lot of pre-conditions.

p.s. the wedding season does this to me..

Tipsy

so even if i do somehow manage to end up there, there's still a whole fuckin' state between my place and his.
and to top that, i'll be on the north end of one state, then there will be the "monkey-in-the-middle" kinda state, and then he will be in the south end of his state.

simply brilliant!


US and A,
read this in whichever way,
as you may
for there's an A in my name to say
and S finds its place
in your name too, just 'round the A!

after all, there's a song too that goes
"Let's go get lost anywhere in the U.S(and)A"

and the only piece of green on me is in my eyes. #StPatricks

on an unrelated note, and a HIGHER note as well
there is an "us" in "Narcissus"! i miss "US". *oh the hell*


p.s. ajker din ta dayitto niye daru kheye getting drunk types day.. and what did i do? last 48 hrs dhore i'm in the esteemed company of red, yellow, green and other colored strips of rows with 10 spreadsheets simultaneously open, and numbers.. millions and millions bordering on the zillions kinda numbers.. with the end result being, ami basic add-subtract bhule jacchi.. shei r ki. oh yes, also, pulling off almost an all-nighter, two nights a row! and no, this ain't something me proud of. *grrrrr!*

and now that i'm reading this entire piece of shit i've written, taking out all my frustrations on the keyboard, i realise that it's the most incoherent piece of crap that i've written! nothing makes sense from the start till the end.. ergo, her "highness" is coming down.. that's bad.. i could have gladly done with a bit more of her "highness". *sigh!*

also, it's REALLY bugging me now.

Hateful Reasons

reasons to HATE the other side of the world:

• it is literally on the other side, to start with.
• there is a lot of land and water which gets in the way of everthing.. too much of it in fact.
• the sun and moon are always at loggerheads.
• calenders never sync.
• people who matter (a.k.a. all my favourite people) have crossed over to that (hateful)other side.
• the fact that it's constantly featuring on "Blabbermouth" and is the standing reason for the uncanny and most abnormal spike in numbers, which, (by now)after a week, has (now) started to get on my nerves (i dun do well with surprises.. and this is of the order of too much of suspense and i no likey).

on an entirely different note, JUNE should REALLY come soon.

Shoe-ing the Saturday

"Every piece of garment you wear tells a story. The shoes make sure it's a happy ending."

Shoeaholic.
Me.
Yours truly.
Self-confessed.
And proud.
Supremely.

The definition of a shoeaholic may not be fitting me to the 'T'.. I'm still short of the required numbers.. *I'm catching up.. Will eventually do so too..*

And this time around, I had a valid reason.. I have a BIG event coming up.. A GALA event in fact.. And that deserves sexy shoes! Which will be taken due care of in my impending trip to #MY city of love.
Also, I was short of the most important shoe.. And I had to have that in my closet..*Of course! duh-uh!*

So, come Saturday,and I get these beauties!

My long standing wish and desire stands fulfilled. Another item checked off the list! *Happiness*


p.s. And she says, "Mathaye kore rakhbe ebar tumi.. Biye te shudu ei guloi jaabe taahole.. Shobai k    bolbo shudhu juto dite.. Juto r boi.. Biyer por tomar bor-er kopale dukkho ache.. Shara barite ki na shudhu trunk bhorti juto; ek-gushti tomar baccha-bucchi, jegulo etodin ami porishkar kore esechi; r almari bhorti boi. Uff!"

p.p.s. The irate her!

p.p.p.s. I simply love them!!! *Gushing uncontrollably*

Would've beens!

On what would have been ..

• would have been a day of "1210 calling 1310" -- a first, on the last.
• would have been the evening of fond reminisce of the five years lived.
• would have been a night of celebrations over wine under the starlit sky.
• would have been the perfect frame of happy faces lit with jubiliance.
• would have been the gateway for a trippy weekend.

But no.. It was not to be.
And so it all remains, the would-have-beens.


Instead, it turned out to be the day when

• I woke up to my girl-friend's call *what a beginning to the day*
• Me and my 'stalker' in identical clothes *WTF!* on a "chequered" day Friday.
• I gave wings to my plans *#MY cities of #LOVE beckon!*
• Bitching session with fellow females over food can be a brilliant stress-buster!
• I sang in front of an audience, after ages!
• U.S of A turned a big time "audience" (for two days on the trot, more than a century hits!)

But a glass of wine at the end of the day would sure have been fun.
And I wait.
For I know, that it will be.
One day.

p.s. I LOVE Friday, the Thirteenth(sic)! Period.

p.p.s Also, it was the day when THIS happened :

Deutsche Love!

food-trail-weekend!

and finally it began.. this time from the fourth day itself.. well yes, certain perks of calling in a half day when you decide that you've really had enough.. plus, added advantage if you are greeted with good news in the very beginning of the day!

 

and that's exactly what happened.. and that was clear enough indication for me to know that this time, it will be a good one.

 

so, come Friday, and an early morning start of the day, only to pick up a favourite person and thus bring in the weekend.. and Friday also being Holi, was the added fun! and the day began with my Man cooking up a deliciously inviting breakfast for everyone in the house!

The day begining like this is bound to be good! Double-Sunny-side-Up!

we followed that up with an equally awesome lunch by mamma.. it was haven!(sorry no photographic evidence of that.. clearly showing how engrossed and busy we were while eating!) and the curtains were brought on by the evening baking adventure, much publicised and broadcasted in the previous post and also a lot of other places!(*me the show-off! shamelessly!*)

and come Saturday.. begining the day on a "sweet" note (food-wise), and then a rendezvous with the "Flying Instructor", followed by the lesser "cousin" of the "flying instructor" with the long long drive.. even the hot sun was no match.. and of course, my Deutsche Love in the limelight!

a pit stop for some more "flying instructions" along with some cold stuffs to beat the heat, we headed for again the most important part---food!

and M.A.D. it was for us! perfect on so many levels!

Pan-grilled fish for the hungry souls, after the long drive in the hot afternoon sun.

too full and too comfortable, we headed back to the cool comforts of another "red" love of mine.. plus, an empty house is always a perfect den for all the afternoon gossips!

come evening, and our love for roads overpowered everything else.. and this time it was the glitters and the colors.. and of course, food is never left behind.. and when on the streets, you have to have "street foods".. and what better than tangy-spicey "pani puri"?

returning home happy (also, stomach happy!) and some more food.. this time finding solace in the all time favourite "dal-chawal".

that was Saturday.. also, a lot of conversations on a lot of topics and a lot of views on a lot of "viewed" objects and subjects!

Sunday started sometime around noon, courtesy too much of "flying" the previous day.. and then who in their proper senses can say no to these beauties?

homemade indulgence for the perfect Sunday

The swelling happiness

and as we say in Bong, "robbar shokal gorom gorom motor-shuti'r kochuri"! and times like this, it really feels awesome to be a Bong! this, with tea and also, the remnants of my Cake. and if you think that we're nicely sorted for sometime till afternoon, well, stop.

because, afternoon was devoted to the Trad Gujju Affair! also, my first time to that place.. it was a wait of 15 mins, but it was worth it! too much of food! simply put. and delicious too! more simply put. by the end of which, it was that sweet ache of satiation and happiness!

Going the trad way for the Sunday afternoon. F-E-A-S-T!

and then the evening ride.. for (again) the flying instructions! cool breeze on the face, awesome company around you, the laughs.. and a pretty setting is the added bonus!

'grass'-y evening by the Waterside!

and calling it a day, with the setting sun!

the orange company

it's when I end and You begin.

it was a perfect weekend for me in a long time. a much needed oxygen break.. emotionally, physically, mentally.

p.s. but you can't stop thinking, can you? i couldn't. it was always there. but at least, i had the option of not thinking about it then.

*Here's to more such awesome impromptu weekends! Cheers!*

 

Food-i-e (puns)

"One of the side benefits of being a foodie and freaking out about food is that you stand a fair chance of losing weight instead of gaining it!"
Said my favourite columnist of my English Daily Newspaper.

And no, before you start thinking along the lines that this is a post by a "foodie"(meant as FOODIE in the coventional terms, per se, and NOT as definied by the said 'my fav columnist of my English Daily Newspaper), bragging about the awesome food eaten and/ or cooked, then you should STOP immediately on those tracks and retrace back to that point when you were this absolute idle person, having nothing significant to do and were therefore going through this tedious bit of bullshit.

OK.. I really tend to digress.. Sincere apologies, as i'm having too many thoughts right now inside my skull and very single one of them is vying for attention! *'nuff said!*

Getting back, this is not really a "food" post by a "foodie".. But again, a something akin to a food post, definitely.

This was on hold since the Valentine's of 2015.. The planning for which began a week prior.. So ideally, the time line should have been met.. But, procrastinating me much.
So, about three weeks later, this happens.

Voila!

bon appétit!

p.s clarifications that are in order:

• You have to be smart enough to really decode the puns (condescending me much? Nah. I'd rather, narcissictic me much(more)!)
• The above piece of pure and absolute deliciousness was not for anything {"thing"(?)} significant on Valentine's. That day just happened to be a Saturday which also happened to be my day off, which also (again) happened to be my ONLY day off in almost an eternity! And, which, according to my standards, definitely deserved a celebration!
• This being my first ever attempt at baking! Me much-o proud-o!

p.p.s i'm definitely marrying someone (mandatorily a carnivore) who knows his way around the kitchen. and knowing the ropes about fancy stuffs would be added advantage! *hee-haw!*

National Grammar Day

I am a self proclaimed grammar nazi. I am extremely fond of "is", "be", "are". More fond of my "then" and "than". And most fond of their distinct usage.

During my formal and mandatory educational days, I remember my 'grammar' books ("Grammar Master", to be precise) more fondly than anything else. Also, maybe that's due to the fact that they were never a part of my course curriculum. Kendriya Vidyalaya alumni, you see! And even later on, when I moved to posh-er environment (read : Change of School, further read : Air-Conditioned classrooms), it was still the old version of CBSE, in which grammar was best not talked about!

But, I still turned out alright. With all my grammar intact.
And I owe it to Tintin, Captain Haddock (especially! You see, I always was drawn to the limelight) and in the later years, to Enid Blyton.

Then came the movies.
And I simply hated the Americans. Partly because, at the beginning of my English Movie period, I barely understood what they're saying (K.V upbringing, you see) and it always used to be subtitles to the rescue (and that's the reason why I'm so good with foreign language movies with subtitles). And other partly because, later on, after I've had pretty decent exposure to those "English" movies and those "British" people, I hated the americans for the way they speak. I still do. Hate them, that is. The other part also holds true equally. I love the Brits. Falling-head-over-heels-and-swooning-in-love kind of love them. And primarily because of that absolutely irresistable way they speak.

They feed my fantasy of a grammar nazi.

I'm known as the "Angrez" of the family, by my folks.

But it all goes out of the window when it comes to love.
Because, "Love still exist. Gammar not."
Apparently.


p.s. The 'Brit' part holds true. Even in love.

Obituary "Food" Note

To that #Candies lunch

To that #Leopold's dinner

To that #Yoko's escape

To that #Imbiss retreat

To that #HardRock love

To that #Mangii delight

You were loved in a way I'd never loved before.

And now that you're no more, they'll never be the same as before!

- A #Heartbroken Soul.