A Connoisseur's Eye for Life's Little Melodies

Adieu

2012-02-03T11:28:00.000-08:00

Looming cloud drifts away,
Clearing for a new rainbow,
Wishing you good tide,
All the very best,
Drifting away without a trace.
As though I never existed,
But with memories as sweet as ever.
That lurks in deepest corner,
Will always stay in my heart.

To my God sculpted Cupid.......

2012-02-03T11:15:00.000-08:00

You walked into my life,
Holding on through years of high n low strife.
A myriad of emotions,
Shaking me with your sweet irritations,
Hugging me with your quick reconcile and love,
Arguing till your face turns dark,
And we graze each other stark.

Wringing my pride,
Tracing you in this world so wide,
To be smothered in your love,
Fluttered to you, like a dove,
To be safe in your arms,
Engulfed by your graceful charms.
Listening to every beat of yours,
Blissful in every movement to come.

Grandpa's Chevalier Award

2012-02-03T11:09:00.000-08:00

My long lost heritage,
Cherished and caressed you,
Bringing a smile to me, every time I stare at you,
Adorning a gold frame and scorning at me mightily,
Placid in my grandma’s drawing room.
Grew up gazing at you, curiously,
From the day I was born.
Both you and I go grow old day by day,
Realizing what you were,
Exuberated in joy.
Cherished and caressed you,
Till you shrivel.

Hurry they said, Preserve the Precious,
You swayed in mirth, at their folly,
Continuing to wither and wilt,
Holding on to your glory,
Till whoever completes the race first,
Either you or I!

More at
http://perpetualthinkings.blogspot.in/2011/12/varadha-veerappanchevalier-et-officer.html

Blessed with Twin babies

2011-03-08T20:13:00.000-08:00

We have been blessed with twin babies last week.

Had a c section last week and blessed with a baby boy and a girl.

God's way of answering our prayers. Sometimes we do not know why certain things happen and God's plan for us. We are gratefull and thankful for all the blessings.

Women's Web Contest

2010-10-20T21:57:00.000-07:00

This is my entry for Women's Web -My Favourite Female character.

My favourite female character is Draupadi from Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni's Pallace of Illusion.

All I know of great epics, from my small age of Draupadi, was sweet, fair lady and that role played by Roopa Ganguly in doordharsan's Mahabharat and gaping at the sweet baby face of Arun Govil in Ramayanam. All our school note books in 80s had ramayanam labels on it.

Chitra Banerjee has given Draupadi a powerful voice, its as if Panchalli is telling us her story. The original Panchalli is dark and attractive, fiery, wild tempered, haughty princess not the stereotypical docile, "fair" beauty that we get to see on TVs.

But this character has come a long way from her lonely childhood, with her beloved brother Dhri as her only companion and shares a special bond with Krishna, her childhood friend to her tricky marriage to Pandavas. Strangely, both of them are misled by the belief that they are born to fullfill their destiny- Panchali to bring about a war and Dhri to kill Drona.

This fiery princess surprisingly meekly accepts Kunti's decision(fooled by Vyasa's prediction of her life) of her being married to all Five Pandava Princes. This is where destiny changes her life...

Oh how she loves Karna. If only she had not insulted him at her swayamwar(which she does because of a strange folly and fate), her life would have gone in a different direction.

Those sad, ancient, unsettling eyes, his battered knuckles that she wished to touch and own. That forbidden love that she secrets for Karna even after her marriage. She goes to Duryodhana's palace just to catch a glimpse of Karna, without knowing the danger that awaited her and be shamed there. She cries over his death, finally the reader of the book, is at peace, by knowing that they get united in heaven.

Karna from his end, equally loves her. When the Panchalli and husbands live in exile for 12 years, he sleeps on the floor, refusing any comforts because Panchalli suffers in the forest. They continue to love each other, unknown to each other.

Her feelings at the time of his death- “It grew into a great radiance around me. A feeling emanated from it that I have no words for. It wasn’t sorrow or rage. Perhaps, freed of its mortal bondage, Karna’s spirit knew what I hadn’t ever been able to tell him.”

She sows vengence and reaps the bloody fruit of it. She loses her father, brother and her five sons in the war.

Sometimes we feel sorry for her, though married over five times, she doesnt find true love in her marriage. Bheem is the only one, who loves her, though her other husbands treat her with respect. She is passed like a drinking cup from one husband to another.

Panchalli choses her husband over her kids, when they leave for exile. Overcome with anger,lust and vengence to bring about the war, she goes along with them, so that they remain focussed and bring about the calamity.

All throughout their 12 years of exile, she remains with her matted hair, to constantly taunt her husbands of their failing to rescue her at the utmost time of her humilation. (Poor husbands, how they managed to bed her, with her matted, unclean hair).

Again after their exile and war, she longs to cherish and bond with her children, regretting their childhood that she had missed, so deeply. But fate plays a cruel hand here, Snatches them away from her forever...

All throughout her life she struggles for status, power and in the end, those were mere illusions. She dies alone and abandoned at the end.

This book leaves the reader contented, reading about a woman's initimate feelings, whom the world calls a Kritya. Read this book, you will change your view about Panchalli.

Air air everywhere, not a single bout for me....

2010-10-06T05:36:00.000-07:00

To make a long story short, I broke my nose. It was swollen and I couldn't Smell or Taste any food. It was BLANK for me. See, I didn't worry about my nose, it was food that mattered here. How could I live for an eternity, without tasting chicken, prawns or fish..

Two days, I was shivering with fright, covered in quilts and in bed. Too frightened, Whatever I ate, came out both ways. The old lady in my house tried to lure me with specially cooked spicy liver fry. It was just looking plain without any special odour. Spend the whole day in toilet out of fear. Nothing was going inside, it was only coming out.

What a bad karma, oh God.. my own toilet was not smelling to me..........

At night, my nose played a trick. Each side I turned, the bone moved to that side, blocking air way out of the other side. More fear....
I told my dear husband. The bone is lose, its moving this way and that way.

Frantic I called 2 of my medicos' friends, one was in cinema watching Ravan film. Didnt pick. Desperate, I messaged-"I'm dying". It worked. Another was in emergency room.

My friend Devi picked up and said:

"There are 2 outcomes A and B.
A is worst case scenario. B is positive
Lets hope its B, but still not rule out A.
It has to be either A or B.
Same time, lets not downsize A's possibility
Nevertheless its A or B, is not conclusive,
Lets wait for one more month"

Cool girl, You deserve a kiss for scaring the wits out of me.

My mom was more sweeter in scaring me. One of her office colleague had lost his sense of taste. That had the desired effect in me. My sis phoned and told me that she has read Kanda Sasti Kavasam 6 times for me. My nose will soon be alright. My mom asked me to listen to Shanmuga Kavasam. My home computer was blaring day and night with Shanmuga Kavasam in my otherwise atheist house. My neighbours gave us a weird look.

My mom told me that, "Lord Muruga has miraculously healed Pamban Swamigal's broken leg". My mom assured me, that god would heal it miraculously and still believes it.

Oh Maa Kali, you wrote on Kalidas tongue and made him learned person. Please come down with your thirusool and touch/dig and heal my nose...

Remember the tamil film Kandasamy, devotees throng to a place and tie their queries to a tree. Like that, a tree exist in kolanjeappar temple. My plea got placed to that god, as well, by my concerned mom.

Finally, after 4 days, a Small Whiff of Smell came in occasionally.

Like a baby, hearing its voice for the first time and experimenting it with delight. I went around the house and smelt every odd thing possible from recking garbage to onions, shoe polish, cinamon, cardamom, kitchen drain.. everything expect chaddis.. Getting excited at every baby step.

Silent prayers:God, Please don't make this person, who is reading this disgusted and hate me.

Wow, I can get something faint into my nostrils.

The septum got deviated and the bones where your specs rest, slightly moved down, as I did not operate it immediately. Planning it at my own sweet pace after 8 months. I already had a septoplasty four year back, so it broke easily.

God's Own Hands

2010-09-11T20:28:00.000-07:00

I'm dedicating this post to a very sweet and special person in my life- Dr.Nithya Ramamurthy.

Divine touch with those blessed hands,
To those that grieved and sought her,
Blessed life through each of them,
Crafted through God’s own sweet hands.

Those that in pain, that sought you,
That little life,
That comes out, by God’s wish,
Through God’s own messenger,
Brought that little life out safely,

May your generations to come,
Be blessed by your noble deed,
Flutter on sweet angel,
Gentleness thy way.

Krishna Jayanthi

2010-09-01T11:22:00.000-07:00

This pic is from my sister's puja today. She is a health freak.

That's wheat payasam with splenda.

And those are out of proportion bondas. I did nothing other than drooling at this photo.......

Alter Ego

2010-08-11T01:14:00.000-07:00

I flew a little kite,
Painted it with hues so vivid and bright,
So proud of its beauty,
Soared it high and haughty,
Wind blew against her little face,
Tiring her, in full pace,
Branches gnawed and clutched,
A Tide high and wretched,
Washing her colors,

Back she came as a shattered piece,
Tainted with mud and grease,
Drained of her color,
Embraced her lovingly and kissed her pallor,
Sewed her back together,
With my nerves, so strong,
Never again to go wrong,
Filled her with blood so pure,
Painted her back in tears of gold for sure,
Flew her more high than ever,

If you ever, come across a little kite,
On a lonely site,
Wave to my little cherub.

Drop by Drop of Happiness

2010-05-21T13:49:00.000-07:00

Down she came with her dainty small steps, at first,
With her anklets jingling and pattering,
Drenching her lover’s quest,
Soaking him, with all her might,
He, lustily heaved out a waft of sweet earth breath.

The little boys, happy to be let out,
Joyfully and muddily,
With their paper boats,
In wavy lanes, born out of this union,
Mysteriously filling every crevices of his, with her happiness.

Gently she ruffles,
Sending out a pleasant breeze,
With the old and young smiling and breathing pure love,
Couples huddling for warmth,
There she crafts her magic wishfully,
Placing the seed of life on earth.

Madura Varutha Curry

2010-03-12T10:07:00.000-08:00

Of late, I'm showing an interest in tossing out new dishes. I visit my fellow foodie blogs and strangle them with my over extra dose of my love. Ask them cooking DOUBTS. These poor girls, do come back.. They do.. to clarify my doubts.

But seriously I read line by line of their recipe and alas..tried out a couple of them. Paniyaram(sweet and spicy one) and biryani.

Paniayaram came out well, aiding as a crushing stone coz of poor fermentation. Blame it on the fermentation, they didnt tell me that I had to keep the mixture, to set out for 8 hours.

Biryani was scrumptilicious. H and the old lady in my house(my house keeper, an old lady of 75) just polished the plate. Tried out a new version reading from different ones- Dum Biryani, different varities of mutton biryani. Added a mix of green chillies, garam masala and chilly powder. The end product was really thundering.

Health benefits :

Relieves ailing stomach
Helps to wake up early. Both H and that old lady woke up without an alarm around 5 and sprinted across to the rest room. I had never seen H run so fast in his life. That old lady too...

What you have been yearning for is finally here........

I decided to give something in return for all the love bestowed on me. I'm going to pass on a really, really authentic recipe.

Handed down by women from one generation to another in H's side. From the Kitchens of Madurai ('those black people’ like in Chetan Bhagat's book-Two States of my Marriage, would like to snub him for that). They say that the people of Madurai are violent, angry but affectionate ones(pasakaranga pasanga-meaning affectionate men)

A must in all kitchen: a small plate and a tea spoon to taste as you cook...

Pressure cook mutton with little ready made masala, onion, tomatoes, ginger garlic paste. By the way, Rush to your nearest reliance store and buy & try out Mother's recipie masala for chicken. Priced around 35 bucks, but Absolutely Heavenly.

No more attention deficit. Let me concentrate on the recipe. Splutter some cumin and red chillies in gingely oil in a kadai. Add the cooked mutton.

That sweet husband of mine, doesnt allow me to cook in peace. He has the feel that only his aunts and grandma(aiyama in tamil) can cook it better. He comes in with his folded lungi, takes the ladle from me.. With mopped brows and concentration spills out a generous amount of oil and fries it more.

The Thumb Rule is to add bits/pieces of red chillies, gingely oil for every stir along with a dash of cumin seeds. As he cooks, I look on patiently like a hungry dog. Now and then, he places a small meat on that plate. Eagerly we take turns to taste.

After an hour of stiring & oiling(with cumin & red chili), you get a condensed and tasty madurai curry. Condensed as you would be savouring each step of yours...

Now the secret is out... that's a real one.. I swear............try it out girls.........

Whispers to the Wind

2010-01-15T07:14:00.000-08:00

Read it as a beautiful verse and forget it. Nothing to hurt or upset anyone. This had been lying in my drafts for a long time. I neither wanted to publish it nor delete it. Pass on to my other new post.

Sleep little one,
Your eyes tightly shut,
Hands clasped,
In God’s little world,
With little heavens like you.
To there, only innocent souls venture.

I dreamt a dream
Drizzy with frenzied happiness,
Though for a brief moment,
But to last a life time.

Holded you briefly,
Kissed you,
Till my heart ached,
Wishing a hundred times,
That how different it would be,
If you were here.

Sleep little one,
Gently snore your pains away,
Till its time for you,
To bubble in me.

Domestic Goddess

2010-01-10T08:48:00.000-08:00

Not going to talk about any Sigmond Frued's personality types or any other stuff. Just my observations of compulsive domestic behaviours.

Baby Kangaroos- What do we do with waned bits of soaps. If you cost conservative, well you can stick it to your new bar like a baby kangaroos. In some houses, all used soap goes to kitchen/Toilet for washing hands, after you deal with dirty dishes/things.

Toothbrushes- Some people will chew their brushes. Their brushes will battered and bruised or look like a ruffled hair. In one go, they strain, strain and polish their teeth. Imagining that within one day, their teeth will become like Wrigley's Orbit White cow.
Some brush looks like it untouched for days(like Mine). May be they put it in their mouth and dream and let go of it.

Penny Savings: I have observed some ladies rinse the milk covers to drain even the last drop of milk sticking to it. And the cover will be stuck to the sink wall, to let it dry. It could give you some bucks. This has never worked out with me, stopped it, once my kitchen stinked of drippy, stale milk from the covers.

Cleaning Cloth: Square bits of clothes cut out from any nighties or sarees can serve as drab cleaning cloth to polish your floors. Dirts accumulated can be washed once in a while to make the sink, still more cleaner and fresh with all forms of invisible life.

Pleasing your Senses :: Ready??

2009-11-13T10:43:00.000-08:00

Kiran, my little bro had tagged me sometime back. Only now the time has come for it. This is the tagggggggggg:

'THINGS THAT IRRITATE ME QUICKLY'

1. Those murky corners striking your nose with the pungent smell. All the Worlds a Toilet. Only in India, we are gifted with free Open Door Toilets. As you travel by in a bus, you can see heroes doodling out their hoses on walls, almost anywhere every 10 feet down the line.

2. Allow me to sit pleazzzzzzzzeeeeee: Rude Ladies, who don’t allow me to sit on the edge seat in a city bus. I request them, telling them that I’ll have to get down in the next 2 stops. Declined, I push myself and my cushions & extra baggage into that narrow crevice and place myself onto the seat. The moment I sit, the place where I have to get down comes. Then I really struggle again. Well for a moment, my Chance, I brush roughly heaving my weight on that sweet lady, until her face contorts.

If you have a stiletto, it would be great. You can also scratch & poke for that rudeness. But unfortunately, I wear a flat sole. Also thinking that it will end of in a fracture if I even touch the sweet lady with my gentle foot.

Clicking my tongue (chow chow), I turn my sad face seeming to say: “You see, God has sculpted me REALLY BIG, what to do. I told you”

3. That random stray hair that somehow finds its way into my food. How in the world that I, only I, get to see it. Or Am I gifted with Attention to Details. I’m just pissed off and never touch that food.

4. Squirmy, orange betel juice sprayed carelessly over the bus. Lucky if you escape it. As a kid, I used to wonder, whether they gobble some water along with the betel leaves. They churn out such Enormous Production. It dribbles down the lanes, orangy, reddish squash….. Forming various Amoebic forms
It lovely to watch it take vivid forms, unless you horrendously realize that’s SALIVA.

5. Unclean toilets (let me not dwell into details, considering the peace of my fellow bloggers), that brings your gut to your mouth.

You wanna me to write? Eh

2009-09-09T10:38:00.001-07:00

Oh what do I write? Nothing strikes me.
The old Well behind my house doesn’t kindle me,
Our back house little boy's peeing like a fountain, doesn't awe me,
The Old man who keeps staring, staring at our window until his eyes bulge out,
Neither does it anger me.

Devoid of emotions,
What Am I to do,
His mom's visits dwindling out nowadays,
Doesn't make me jump and yell with delight.
That brat of a boy, who scratches my new car daily with his cycle,
My hands doesn't twitch to twist his ears red.

Oh What I'm to fill out here,
For you to read,
Or to tell you about the old salwars in my closet I pull down on me effortlessly,
That seams and curves that finally releaved that I have a hip,
Do I brag about that achievement.

Oh What do I write,
Have I been drained of emotions?

Technlogy has improved very much AAAaaaaah

2009-07-09T23:19:00.000-07:00

You get a computer installed at your home for your office work. You hardly allow your inquisitive mom to touch it.

Thinking what these baby boomers have to do with computer. They grown up in an era of luxury of working in a Government Office know nothing of these Millenials.

Oh la, then feel sorry for her, teach her to use the mouse painstackingly( like how she taught you to hold ur pencil). Get irritated at times, if the mouse sqeaks out of the screen or if a simple ARROW KEY is not known. Or she stares at the screen if you ask to do a PAGE DOWN, thinking that something has to be done at the monitor to scroll down the page.

You think, URL doesn;t make sense to them, teach only Google & Yahoo messenger.

Weeks later, she teaches you to download songs from a devotional site that you had tried for ages & ages & let go futile.

Feeling embrassed that she is reading ur blog, tried to block off its access from Googe. Like a teenage daughter hiding her boy friends details. THINKING THAT ONLY GOOGLE IS KNOWN TO HER.

Alas little did You know, that she knows to type it correctly,Add it to My Favourites, browses for medicinal information, uses WIKI extensively, watches her daily Tamil Soaps-Arasi, Siva Sakthi in it. Reads your post as soon as it is posted.

GASSPPPPPPPPPPPPP & SIGHHHHHHH

Premonitions or dismiss it as churnout of an Overworked out mind

2009-06-26T03:19:00.000-07:00

Call it premonitions or psychic. I have the unusual habit of imagining as the bus goes over a flyover or bridge. What happens if it falls. Where I will be when it happens, caught in it or heroically saving people. I can see stones hurled my way. Fine, I have been used to this strange thinking habit of thinking about my co travelers, imagining how their day to day lives will be.

I had a 1 year plan, 5 year tentative road map & long term objective for my lost little one. H screams at me, if I ever utter a word.
I ‘m blessed this way

There is a house in Adyar, a very old one, it somehow drives me mad. A very old, white washed house, with a portico having 2 big white pillars. It has a small lawn in the front. First floor has a quaint window, a small balcony in first floor.
May be I fancied the house, it has subconsciously struck me.

Sweet Memories

2009-05-27T11:52:00.000-07:00

How did we all click. Well to make a long,long story short, we all "back benchers" in sixth were always under the scrutiny of the teachers.
We had something in common, We HATED PLAYING SPORTS(but watching it from a far, far distance), loved books-------oops story books.

We 5 of us-fought, hit, had fun & became friends. We never thought we would come this long.

Messie & I used to make magnificient sand castles & cakes, with water deligently dropped from a water bottle cap.

Marie, you had the sweet habit of scratching with ur finger nails and take a bit of flesh with it. One quick moment, leaves u with small red imprints.

You can find all bits of odd items like inland letters, cards, pieces of brown book covering paper flying, key chains & earnings out of messie's school bag.

During evening hours after other girls have left, me & messie will dig our hand into it and if lucky, will find a Rs 50 note or even Rs100. Like queens, the same day it goes into canteen.

I had the sweetest temper of all, bark & fight with u girls.

We never bothered abt high scoring, scrapping was sufficient, to put a wide grin. Ofcourse, our gang too had a class topper, an exceptional case. THe heart beat a bit too fast as your name is called, but is instantly gratified with any mark. Coz we were humble & satisfied with what god gave, unlike the other girls(heeeeeeeee).

We all felt elated when Amlu used to get the profiency certificate, as if we ourselves got it. 7th & 8th Std-Sitting next to Amlu, I pretended really hard during those french classes, listening, coz the miss' attention was always on us, as she was a topper. Amlu's purse used to be loaded with suckcee, & these orange toffees(pulipumittai in tamil). Our mouth generously loaded those during those french class & put on an intent hard working look.

The countless number of Secret Seven, Five Find Outers, Famous Five, St Clares, Nancy Drews, Hardy Boys, Sherlock Holmes---------from there started our never ending thirst for books.

Remember how we searched our school library for the second volume of Count of Monto Cristo. It was those days, when I would come home & finish off a full novel within an evening with devoted attention, only getting up for dinner. How I tried to read "God of Small Things" by arundhati roy, you girls followed suit, but gave up half way.

Sighhh, if only we showed it in studies,we wud have been somewhere.

That cycle shed behind the canteen where we hid ourselves from PET class. Coz, If caught, u had to jog & of course play volley ball. Basket ball was different affair. You can pretend, that u play, u can dribble and not give the ball to others.

Prici had a different story altogether. If caught by PET miss, her long nails carefully nurtured & polished will be chopped off on the spot. Then where goes the different colours of bottles stacked up.

We'd liked to sit, warm beneath & chat.

How we(mary & I) used to run all the way to canteen during that 10 mins break to sip that Rs 1 COLA(a long bar of frozen,essenced water packed in a wrapper) & samosa. Those days, my papa used to give me just Rs5 or 10 every day or less, correctly counted to the decimal of each value.

I think I'm the only one who used to participate year on year in running race, until ONE DAY in 9th I came in FIFO(First in First Out) was running alone last in the race.

We were an unique breed, tall, bulky mistook for sports girls. Marie's mom used to joke, whether we formed into a gang becoz to elude away our complexes of being plumpy, "BIG AUNTIES".

Wish to write more & more------------------. Will catch up in another post-:)

A beautiful poem from a lovely lady

2009-05-16T10:56:00.000-07:00

This poem is from a very sweet & lovely lady called Mary. My sis' friend. I love you dear. Thanks for including me in your prayers.

I have a friend so pure and so true..
Her name is Tota (berry) and I love her so..

She also has a dream

I am praying for her, too
I feel so old.. a lot older than she & you
I have seen many griefs and tasted pain every day anew
My heart was torn apart in different ways
for me, for others, and for people whom I never knew
I assure you that the sun will rise
Just lift up your eyes to Heaven and ask Him who created you
Tell Him I am a soul that is searching for you...I am looking everywhere high and low

Do I get to meet with you?
Do I get to see you?
Do I get to touch my dream bestowed upon me from you..?
You care for the sparrows and teach them to flyyou care for even the worms and feed them when they are behinds rocks..
The mountains are so beautiful, but how can I see beauty?
My heart is griefing and I am bringing it to you

Cluttered Mind

2009-05-07T05:56:00.000-07:00

Sometimes I wonder why it happened,
Does somebody have an answer for me,
Alone I stand on the top of a mountain,
Bleak & foreboding, emptiness & darkness below,
I'm driving on a lonely night,
Endlessly, the route gets darker & darker,
WIll atleast he come till the end,
This feeling sends creep & chills down my spine

Its like you go to a death,
The grief & remorse of the people there makes you scared of life,
One moment, I saw a mirage, in the wink of an eye, it vanished,
Crudely waken out of a beautiful dream,
I called you my angel,
You truly became one.

Supercalifragilistic Expialidocious

2009-04-27T08:22:00.000-07:00

Back in 2006, our MBA class had a group assignment, to sell a imaginary product to a target audience.Our class had lots of innovative ideas like -selling packaged drinking water through pipes.

Ours was a truly innovative one. Sparked out of my thinking cap. I think u people should accept it, it occasionaly does ???? Sometimes,Never, Rarely.

ONce i had a dream of watching a Walt disney show with my sis, open air on the terrace. It was showcasted not on the projector, it was showcasted on the sky. The picture floated and bended on the curves. Like a kite floating. It was perfectly seaming with the clouds. I just need to get it patented, before Walt Disney steals my idea -:) .

We refined the idea to a LCD TV, ideal for hostel people, portable, u can just project it on a wall & watch. We used a calculator, pretented to switch & change channels. We made nice gimmicks.

It was those lovely days, when u did not care or bother abt anything. U had ur parents to pamper, clothes readily washed & ironed & neatly placed, meals ready.

Guess what, our team won the best marks. No, You are wrong, there were other better entries.

Nitty-Gritties of Ready Made Cooking

2009-04-14T03:12:00.000-07:00

Cooking--------. Its a subject of passion for some of my blogger friends. Well, to boast abt my culinary skills, I'm a pathetic cook.

My sis used to watch different TV shows, scoop up all cook books in the market. When she was in college, she had a collection of books by Malika badrinath. Whenever a show of hers was telecasted, we used to make fun of her, saying her MIL's show is going on.

My lunch items are as follows:
1. Carrot Rice
2. Tomato Rice
3. Egg Rice
4. Lemon RIce
5. Dhall

With any veggie with each of those.You can mix, toss & make any of these easily.
Ideal for office goers.

My refrigerator & shelves will be stocked up with
brown bread, eggs and kellogs & maggi atta
noodles, ready made rice noodles, puttu flour,
raggi flour.

Other essential must have are Ginger garlic
pastes, rasam powder, parrupu podi ------------

i think i'm a far better cook than my friend, who
used to make tea, by boiling hot water & milk
separately and mixing both together in a tumber
to be served -:)

Candles, Caramels et Love

2009-03-06T03:54:00.000-08:00

For each of my bday, he cuts me a surprise midnight cake(though it was a surprise only the first time)Immediately within days after our marriage, my bday, it was a real pleasant happiness for me, when he woke me up in the middle of the night. It was mushy, mushy and gushy night.

The first year after our marriage, I had a small belief that my Scarlet Pimpernal will repeat it. Yes, I saw him bring it in stealthily,as secretly as possible,... Hide it in the other room. All the cloak & dagger, left no surprise. Though I had to pretend all along for my cherub that I didn't know. Give a fake surprise, a loud cry of happiness to dupe it all.

The Second year, my smarty learnt the trick. He came home,didn't notice any bulge in his bag. Nothing to betray on his face.Angry that this fellow forgot it. We had our dinner. He should have forgotten it.

Clock ticked on, 11.30 nothing

11.45, no signs of any emotions. He kept on to watch TV

12.00, he slept peacefully. Every now & then, I cocked my head to see if he is stirring. Nothing , nothing happend.

12.15, I got frustrated, I shook him up, he didn;t stir a bone. I gave him a sidelong kick & slept.
Suddenly around 1.3o, he woke me up and took me to the other room. My heart touched to see the small table pulled up and the baby candles.

Signs that you are in a Writing Profession/PreSales:

2009-02-24T21:10:00.001-08:00

- You unconsciously highlight and color all areas, even in ur blog

- As soon as u drop something on the floor or disturbed a well arranged pile of clothes( You mind raucously urges u to do a CTRL + z)

- As u talk to ur hubby, ur senses consciously spells out each word and imagines TYPING EACH WORD

- When H touches u, give him a blank stare in the middle of the night and ur mind quickly races asking which technology he is made out of Java or .NET. When is the DEADLINE FOR COMPLETION.

Stepping on to the Third Year

2009-02-01T05:05:00.000-08:00

This 3rd Feb, we are successfully completing 3 years of ruckus, hubbub, hugs, smiles, clamor, hullabaloo et all. On this day, 3 years back, we rounded the homam hand in hand.

Wish you a Happy Anniversary and love, with all my wild and unconditional love and wildest temper to you with your tempest and sweetest nature(interchangably).

One Night @ the Call Center

2009-01-19T20:26:00.000-08:00

I happened to read this book on Sunday. My reviews about this book.
Its a mellow, bubble gum flavoured personal events that happen within one night in a call center. Its weaved with a typical type of events that happen in our day to day office life.

The characters are youthful-Shyam(our Protagonist), Priyanka(his ex lady love), Radhika, Esha, Vroom.
- Shyam has all talents, but 'NIL CONFIDENCE',
- Priyanka(dumps him after a 4 yr stunt with Shyam for well settled guy in US)
- Esha(aspiring model who is bent on doing anything for a modeling career)
- Vrooooooom(cool guy)
- Bakshi(their incomptent Boss)

Its like a Paul Cohen Novel. Chetan inspires us with some confidence as the book progresses. He leaves us positive & satisfied in life. To count on the superior power. Overall its a good read.

He or She

2009-01-15T01:26:00.000-08:00

Everytime, we go for a scan, My over inquisitive mom & dad,will ask us to pry & find out the sex of the baby.

Everytime I stare & peer at the screen with the sole intent, all I get to see is a black bubly image staring at us & slowly moving.

In Almost 2 consecutive scans, the radiologist egged on that the baby is sleeping with its one hand under the head and legs crossed one over the other. Just like ur lazy dada.

Oldies said, 8th month scan, things will be clear. But the smart radiologist,asked H to sit down & wait, said will show at the end of the scan.

At the end, elle dit-'this is the head, eyes, noses, hands et oh la, elle arrêté là. In a flash of a second, just brought it down and took it back'.

In a lightning moment , I think I saw something tiny, weeny, dangling out there.

Time Flies by

2009-01-10T14:16:00.000-08:00

It looked as if in June, we were patiently checking out the kit for a small invisible positive line. See it grow faithfully day by day.The bolder the line, the happier, I became-'A Mom'. As soon as slight, feeble trace showed up, my parents, sis started to pray fervently.

God heard them !!! H & I choked. He was happy & relieved more of giving a grandson to his father.

U r a miracle to me. Unlike all mothers, I watched u grow from the time u were just 1.1 mm smal, like a small seed grow. Aggressive prayers of ur granpa, granma & ur gitama, saw u burst & join. Each day on the scan, was a miracle of God. My papa fought with his god and made him answer.

The time I knew u were formed into life,breathing, u were 40mm in size.

God sent his angel to make this happen. The day I started to consult, Dr. NR,things started to grow positive. Gods hands through her, blessed life into me.
You gave me recognition, breathing space & relief.

This year, Feb end, I await you joyously.

Am I really interested in blogging

2008-12-25T22:38:00.000-08:00

My sis read my posts & said that there is a lot of negative emotions in the blogs. Somehow I feel reading blogs is interesting rather than writing.

I regularly read blog of my friend on twins, she records their daily activities. That's where i got the motivation to record. But nothing ever interesting happens to me.

SOme blogs, like a blog called phoenix Ritu, has excellent and humorously written posts. Well I tell my sis that I blog just for me. Dont bother, if people read or not.

I have blocked traffic to my blog from search engine. Well Gita, I can hear you say-'Even if u block, no one will ever try to read yours'. No issues. Grrrrrr.

There is one poor soul in the whole world, who will read whatever I write. Its you. Remember those days in school, when you used to test your culinary skills on me(guinea pig). I used to patiently used to bear with it. Coz once in every 3 days, you make something ok, remaining 90% of days, it will taste horrible. I bore you, coz only then you will make me some snack, the next day. This is the difficult part of being a younger sis.

Now you have a reputed blog on cooking. Credit goes to me. How many days, you have trail tested that half baked poli of yours on me. My God, remember that stuff with maida, egg and sugar, you used to make a sweet and juju(our dog) will sniff at it and run away for miles.

You will whack juju, but poor me, used to endure everthing. So here goes without saying, you need to read my blog however dull it is.