Friday, August 12, 2011

New Design...

Phew... I wanted to change the design of my blog for so long and today I finally got time and willingness to change it. It is so confusing... So many options, hit and trial, applying the changes, changing it again, experimenting and so on...
I have finally done the changes... Though the previous one still remains my favorite but this one is also not bad... What say???!!!
Give your feedbacks in the comments section but please, don't be too harsh on me... It took me almost an hour to get this decent design....
Akshay, I have finally recollected how to add the photo to the blog Title... To know more, kindly ping me on chat...

Monday, August 8, 2011


Some of the major accidents can take place in your very own kitchen… I learnt that lesson on this Sunday afternoon. I could have done away with our patented lunch menu for weekend- daal-chawal but then thought to follow the family tradition of Sunday kadi-chawal. I have never made kadi in my life, don't like it much and so have not even seen my mother preparing it.
Since it is made a little differently by my mom from what my M-I-L (mother-in-law) prepares, I thought to learn it from my MIL rather than Jaipur Mummy. Even though she was not well, she explained me the process.
For those who don't know what kadi is, please help yourself at this link:
It started off okay. The pakoras were a bit tight so I frantically call her again (this is call#2 and I may use the word "frantically" very repeatedly in this blog 'coz it was a frantic day).
She calmly tells me that it may happen, don't worry and soak them in some water. They would be fine. Phew…!!!
Then the next step- I took some besan and mixed it with curd and water and other ingredients. Ever since I had taken the besan in the utensil, I had that something-is-wrong kinda feeling. Nevertheless, I went ahead and that's when I made Frantic Call#3 to my ailing M-I-L. She again tells me not to panic and add some more water. Only problem might be that we may end up with huge quantity.
We added more water and again tried to bring it to boil. WE = I + Nimit. But it again solidifies. How much water will we add? I knew I have added too much of besan. God, for how many days will we eat it? Forget about eating, even after eating it for four days, we may have to throw it away… And how will we eat it, it is smelling only besan and no other aroma…? That's when I realized that I have committed the worst blunder in the kitchen. Tonnes of tasteless kadi = one cooker almost full of this thing. And yes, then I started crying like a child who has just wasted some very precious resource or have screwed up the most important exam of life.
Nimit had to push me out of the kitchen and into the bathroom. Stupids!!! He was not punishing me but wanted me to take my bath while he does some damage control.
He might have made (frantic) Call#4 to my M-I-L and after almost 40 minutes, when I came out of the bathroom, he greeted me with the manageable kadi, not amazing but decent in taste; not as liquid as it should be but atleast not a solid pancake.
You can avert a major accident in kitchen if you have a personal disaster management team, your understanding husband and your on-line F1: M-I-L J
I am still in the shock of what happened yesterday but I must inform you that the kadi was not that bad. I even brought it in my tiffin today… It was good and we may have to eat it just one more time. So, it was a manageable quantity.
Also, most of the experiments done by me in the kitchen have been more than successful (except dosa, which I am very close to master now). So, those of you who have been thinking to visit me and taste my food, I have shown you both sides of the coin (I am such an honest girl). Toss it and leave the rest to God, me and your kismat!!! Hu Ha Ha Ha…

Thursday, August 4, 2011


Hey All,
First of all let me clarify that I rarely read newspaper and my previous post on Fairness creams have nothing to do with the article published in Delhi and Pune Times on the almost same topic. I don't read Bangalore paper itself. So, it was my original post.
Second of all, nothing… Well, I was just getting bored so thought to again bother you guys here. It's my personal platform and I can write any crap on this blog.
While coming to office today in the Volvo bus, just when I was almost admiring one fellow's nicely polished pointed shoes, he stepped on my left foot so badly that I actually felt numb for few minutes and whatever little admiration for his shoes was building up, just vanished…Puff…!!! It is hurting me even now.
If anyone of you have not yet travelled in public transportation and have some time to kill and want some free entertainment, my advice is to give it a try. The way people start marching towards any vacant seat can actually scare away any terrorist also. Even if someone is adjusting his/her bag just like that, some of the standing passengers would take it for granted that the current occupant is getting down on the next stop and run to block that seat. At times it becomes difficult to climb down from your seat since 3 people are blocking your way!!!
Some of them have to talk over the mobile LOUDLY. Whenever I get on the bus, I make sure to keep my mobile on vibration 'coz I don't know if it rings will I be able to pick it up or not. Why bother all the passengers with my ringtone?? But most of them don't follow this practice and you ought to listen to their irritating ringtones ever since their phones start ringing, them realizing that it's their own phone which is ringing, then taking it out of their untraceable pockets, looking at the screen to make out who is the caller and then clicking that Green/Accept Call button…
Another thing that I noticed (just now one fellow strengthened my observation)… Most of the population just ignores whatever is written on the doors in CAPITAL and bold letters. If the door says PUSH, majority of the people have to PULL the door and vice-versa. When I say majority, I mean 90% of the educated population. Few days back when I was about to open the door to the staircase in my office building, one boy/man tried to overtake me in full style (goggles, headphones, funky bag, cool walk etc) and tried 3-4 times to push the door and finally turned towards me to say that "it is locked. Sorry, have to take the lift". I just stepped forward and PULLED the door and walked in… Funny… So there I could think of one tagline: "Dikhaave pe mat jao, apni akal lagao"
There are so many such incidents which we see around us daily. It's up-to us to take it lightly and laugh about it silently or let these people irritate us with their stupidities. It depends on my mood how I take these incidents but right now sitting in front of my system, I am just laughing out loud… LOL!!!

Tuesday, August 2, 2011


Oh… I am getting depressed… Advertisement industry is making me feel depressed. Actually now only I have realized the actual reason of why I was not able to become the MD of my company even after working tirelessly for 3 years here... Why I was rejected in some of the interviews… Why I did not top my college and was not the Head of the Student Council. Thanks to these Ads for opening up my eyes. Gosh, I missed it….
I did not use the Fairness creams!!!!
Had I just invested more money in buying and more time in rubbing those fairness creams on my uneven dark face, I might have either been working in Bollywood or holding the highest designation in my office. Oh, and not to forget; Mr. Husband would have been getting expensive gifts for me every day!!! Oh God, what do I do now?? Oh yes, I can start using them now also. It will take what, max of 7 days to get that GLOWING skin and I could even roam about under the sun without the umbrella. And people, let us not forget that the world respects only those who have glowing fair skin and not some darkish loser. After 7 days I am sure I would get what I want in my life, sure shot…
Okay now, what exactly do these fairness cream ads want to tell us? Specially, in a country where the natural complexion of majority of the population is not WHITE but brown. We were discriminated by the firangi population based on our color and our grand-fathers fought against them and on every 15th Aug we feel proud for them. And what's with this concept of applying these creams for "instant" fairness to get immediate success? Oh, on top of that, these creams are endorsed by those heroines who do not dare to walk under the sun without their spot boys running behind them with the umbrella… And if you don't believe your celebrity idols, they have amazing graphics/animations to show how their creams just penetrate deep into your dark skin and destroy those dark cells and give you the complexion which the world regards…
Agreed that now there are loads of people who want to become fairer but why are they insulting those who are happy with whatever skin tone they have?? Girls in India are, at times, still rejected because of dark skin but please, using Fair n Lovely does not guarantee job or fan-following or boyfriends or respect…