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Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Lonely Lights.

Light and dark, outside the window.
Loud noises and blasts.
Smoke and smog.
A charred smell.
A few sad statuses on facebook.
A dog running away, howling.
A shallow silence and then again a blast.

Damn, Its just a lonely diwali.

Monday, November 1, 2010

A blog worth mentioning: Usha's kitchen!

Hi guys! Check out this blog and facebook page!!/pages/Ushas-Kitchen/104713866254296

They belong to a experimental indian housewife who has decided to help others!
This is her form of charity and goodwill for the society!
With the world going gaga about indian food in the recent times and more and more indian kids/girls/ladies/men wanting to learn but not knowing how to cook indian food, this page shall be a god given boon! And I proudly say she's my aunt! On this page you can ask queries get home tried and tested recipe and other great tips!
When u ask a query for a recipe she will try it out with precise measurements take photos and upload it as soon as possible!


Do join , follow and publicize!

Friday, October 15, 2010

Coffee mania!!

I love coffee... and this is absolutely enthralling and exciting! A must check-out for everybody! Its like a coffee history and technique walk through with amazing cartoons! Must have taken a LOT OF WORK!


Sunday, October 10, 2010

She thinks she's like that. She isn't.

That time when she slept her shallow sleep, She dreamed of kainene lost in the war. She dreamed of all the things she lost and din't want back. She dreamed of feeling sad, even regretful for what happened.She dreamed of waking up and thinking of dying and not moving.She was in that state where she din't know what she was thinking was dreaming or reality. She felt hungry and longed for things whose taste she din't like. She dreamed writing about it. She knew would write and she knew nobody would understand what she wrote. But, she would write it still. This time, just for herself. It was important.

Tuesday, September 14, 2010


Yes, I have been back in the kitchen experimenting and actually trying out a new dish every day!
I am gonna upload photos and recipes of my ametuer attempts soon!

In the above photo, The bowl has a something known as a hummus. Its a leabense dish.
Served with lebanse bread, pickles, fresh mint, onions and tomatoes. The recipe goes as follows :

1 cup boiled chick peas
1 tablespoon tahini paste (It can be bought in specialty stores or see the reciepe below)
Lemon Juice
A few garlic pods to taste
Salt to taste

Put all the ingredients in the mixer and grind until smooth. You can also add some olive oil for flavour and sheen if you wish. Decorate with chilli/sumac powder and serve.

Recipe for tahini paste:
Heat 1 cup seasme seeds on the stove for a few minutes until they start getting a bit soggy and their oil starts  seeping, BUT THEY DONT GET BROWN or microwave for a few minutes. Let it cool then grind till a smooth paste with 1/4 cup vegetable oil. Store in an airtight container in the fridge.

Friday, September 10, 2010

The rainy aftermath

And do leave your comments or links of over flowing Ponds.. Rain etc you might have!

It really heavily yesterday! I rained the whole night and it was soo cold..
The entire city was flooded and seeing people wade through clogged up streets was a common sight.

I went out in the afternoon for some shopping to the near by food mall when I decided I would go out to the Highway and other rural areas to get some photos of this rain and it's sights!

Do check out that facebook link for more photos.. (It will work whether or not you have a facebook profile)

Sunday, September 5, 2010


Its 11.30 here in India. I'm sitting in my room with a newspaper beside me and a cup of coffee gone cold. Its late and yet I haven't been able to figure out what I want to blog about. I mean I WANT to blog. But I don't know what to blog about.

So I am just gonna write about the noises I can hear now.
Lately due to my insomnia I have started to stay awake a lot in the night and when I am silently lying in my bed, I hear noises. No, not of the ghostly supernatural kind, just general noises.

Like now I can hear a street dog howling. The T.V in the next room. Some kind of thudding. The constant whirring of my old a.c. and of course of me typing.

I am thinking and hoping someone will come online on facebook. Reading the newspaper on one side. I need a hot coffee now. Damn.

Sunday, August 22, 2010

How not to Study Accounts for an exam. (Top ten ways)

Well today is Sunday and I have my accountancy exam on Thursday so its only appropriate for me to write a guide on "How to NOT study accounts".

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Change is good!

We change and we evolve.
So must this blog.

As winston Churchill once said “There is nothing wrong with change, if it is in the right direction”, this blog is going foward and will achieve new heights!
More applications and widgets coming soon! Also a new Blog photo! Do leave your comments

Wednesday, August 18, 2010


I solemnly swear everyword written in this article is the truth.

So.. addictions huh? what does it bring to your mind? Coccaine.. heroin? sniffing? smoking drinking?

I am addicted to something even more grave and dangerous.

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Science Vs Commerce! (ARGH)


We all have those times in our lives, when at some age we believe in something.
Like when we are 5 we believe in Santa
Like when we are 10 we believe school will never end.
And 16 if you are a science student you think you are superior than the others and that commerce/arts people are dumb, they never need to study and their life is a piece of cake.


Wednesday, August 4, 2010

The day the dog entered our class!

I still can't STOP laughing on the epic scene that took place in my economics tuition two days ago.. A DOG ENTERED OUR CLASS!

Monday, August 2, 2010

Delhi gets itself a new airport!
(See this link!)

I have travelled to a lot of places in this world.. And obviously, I have been to many airports.. I have always found the Indian airports less than satisfactory... and they offered no extra services.. heck, they din't even provide the basics.

Now I am a frequent user of the Mumbai airport, But I have heard that the Delhi airport is worst.. in fact even voted one of the worst in this world!

Delhi's new and renovated terminal seems like a breath of fresh air to the world passenger. For One of the most busiest airports in the South Asian Subcontinent, this was a well deserved and long over due treat.

Do check it out..!! I am so excited.. Hopefully, I will get a chance to use it!

Friday, July 30, 2010

Conteplatative thoughts...

I have realised that when I try really hard.. nothing seems to come off from it.
But when I give up all the trying and I couldn't care less, that time everyone seems to suddenly like me... Its not only shocking but recurring..

So, I was wondering.. When we are trying really hard.. Do we give up being "us", and become some other person instead? Some other person who we think would be liked better by everyone?

Thursday, July 29, 2010

A new find! :D

Do you know how it feels when you stumble upon an artist playing a soothing a tune.. you google the name.. download a few songs.. and feel your life has been written by someone else in the form lyrics?

Well, this is how I felt when I first Jaymay's song "Sea Green, See blue" on the season finale of How I met your mother (Second season).

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

The Eternal Unearthly Question!

OK. so again today someone asked me "Why do you write a blog when you can post the same stuff on facebook and ACTUALLY GET responses"

Sunday, July 25, 2010

An old memoir

Maybe If I had a guitar,

I would have been singing a song.

I took a step forward and drowned my world in a chocolate bar.

But since I can't sing, so I decided to write a poem all night long.

And tell you about all the million ways,

You left me morosely alone.

I raise the white flag in defeat, console myself and say "Misery pays"

I tried to cry but the tears won't come, so instead I just gave into a groan.

Trial and error is not the design.

Relationships don't need to have a pattern.

They are just supposed to be filled in with sunshine.

You go along the path and you fall and you learn.

Who doesn't go through bad times and gloom?

But I will always remember you for something, blessed or cursed.

Coz you will be the only person with whom,

I would share many phrases starting with the word - "First."

I tried to guess the tint,

But maybe I never looked into your eyes.

Whisky and soda or lemon and mint?

I should have held your hands and stared into them before the goodbyes.

I felt like hiding in a room,

Dark and musty and crumbling,

When I first thought of how I would resume.

Two months down and you think of coming back, stumbling.

I was never sure but sometimes I thought you took pity.

I still have that red rose,

and those memories 30 kilometers away from the city.

Tell me something, When I stuck up my bull nose

Did it make you also feel so giddy?

It was all so clear,

too simple from the start.

We tried to hard, dear.

I guess we were meant to part.

But After 5 months of trying,

Maybe you became one of my addictions.

Coz whenever we were away, I'd spend my time just lying.

I always believed in horoscope predictions.

The rights, the wrongs , the time spent in judgement.

The future , Our lives, The careers , The flow

We confined ourselves to some metaphoric parchment.

Through all those times, We should have remembered what we let go.

I wish I had some more time to be nice to you.

Some more time to tell you about,

all the wonderful things that you do.

I wish I had a photo of the day you took me out.

Subway and McDonald's coke thrown on the road,

Honey, I swear when I'm in front of you ,

My heart comes to my throat.

Can I still have that shirt stripped in blue?

Do these all seem like random pen actions

Thrown in with a rhyming scheme?

I know I'll be successful in writing poem if it provokes a reaction.

So tell me, What do I get? - A tear , a smile or A big beam?

I know. I know. I'm Sorry!!!

Hey-low, folks!
So I have been busy and sick.. and I know I haven't posted anything in a week!!! I'm so sorry!

Anyways , the recent book on my bookshelf is Julie and Julia by Julie Powell..
Even though I am a BIG CULINARY FAN and my TV schedule consists of cooking shows on the travel channel and some desperate house wives/How I met your mother, Julie completely DISAPPOINTED ME!!! The book is boring and dragging and even the rave reviews couldn't keep me going on this one.

She uses big words and complicates what should be written simply. Also, she confuses the reader with past and present and I for one REALLY do not understand all her tantrums in the book. So, at page no 197 I have finally given up reading it!

My friend says the movie is very nice, so I guess for the FIRST TIME ever, Ill keep the book aside and just catch the movie with some buttered pop corn.

And she calls her blog readers "bleaders"!!! Ew!! Don't worry, folks! I'd never put you through SUCH mental torture! That ghastly word just reminds me of blood and guts and earthworms!! Eeeeeewwwwwww!!! I wonder what was so wrong in "Blog readers." Maybe if she took the ending of the first word and the starting of second she would have come up with "Ogre". Ruthless, Ain't it?!

OK, OK, OK. I know I'm rambling now.. But , I cant help it! I'm blogging after AN ENTIRE WEEK!

So take care , Bleaders (Ew.. did I just say that?.. I am soo sorry! Now ill have to sanitize my hands).. I mean.. er.. BLOG READERS!!!

Sunday, July 18, 2010

What's the time?

The Deep blue sky
A wall just a few bricks shy
A lonesome math class
The delicate green grass
A sparse wide field
Integration concealed
An out of place brick
A writer critic
A calculus affair
Some warm sun and the air
They are calling me
Like some piping hot mountain tea
On the notebook – A ink spill
The only thing between us – A grill
I put my hands through the hole
A theorem by Rolle
A land of surprises, locked
A tower in the distance, clocked
Regret written all over my face
And the bell rings, finishing this drowsy phase.

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

I Hate Love storys - A review

The Verdict - ★★★

The Review

CHEESY - This is only word which sums up this entire movie. YET, it’s a cute gooey and crazy kinda cheesy... like a good, well matured gruyere. The protagonist himself reveals the entire story in the starting itself. This is that kind of a movie in which the love stories starts with hatred..turns into friendship... the girl falls in love with the guy.. the guy is the casanova type.. and says "Maine to tumha hamesha ek dost ki nazar se dekha hain".. the girl cries.. moves on.. the guy sees her with another guy.. gets jealous.. realises he really loves her.. proposes.. she cries.. they hug.. THE E.N.D.

This is that kind of a movie and MUCH MORE.
The main character Jay, played by Imraan Khan is just one of those guy friends who you have known your entire life... The kind of friend who has made you laugh when you needed it, the kind who always knew how to get into trouble and out of it... the guy who always got teased for his ever changing taste in the better half of the world. The girl Simran, played by Sonam kapoor is again like the best friend who you almost had. The one who was always perfect and got the most perfect things(Damn, that bedroom made me go weak in the knees) and was yet down to earth and oh-so-nice.

The actors have done a good job. The acting has some pockets of bad emotions but otherwise a good and well layered act. The movie is bright and colourful, punctuated with witty remarks and sarcastic comebacks. The sets are well chosen , the clothes well tailored and the jokes on bollywood well spiced. The music is seasoned enough to go with the temperament of the actors. The script is nothing great, new or refreshing, but what holds the movie together is probably the chemistry of all the actors share.

This is movie is recommended if you have a day off and nothing better to do.. or maybe you would just like to watch a light movie ... or for a dose of laughter.. or for some nice memories with friends?

Just find a damn reason and get to the halls! It’s a must one time watch.

See the movie for - The clothes, the one liners, Imran Khan (sigh) and The beautiful sets
Miss the movie for - The same old and predictable story.

Friday, July 2, 2010

RAIN RAIN, Don't go away!

I just love the entire monsoon weather! Maybe that's because my name means rain...
Or maybe just one of those things in life you really connect to..

I love drinking hot and sour soup.. and rain dancing... and cuddling in a blanket and falling blissfully asleep at odd hours while listening to the rain..


What a feeling of enraptured delight...!!!

Before the rains when the winds are blowing and the clouds are gathering, I close my eyes and wish they don't drift away!

The kids playing on the street... the dogs barking.. the latest gossip being discussed and brewed along with tea and some hot pakoras!!!

I always wondered what I would answer if someone ever asked me about my ideal day..
I guess I know one thing now... That whatever may be the day, if it has the word "rain" it.. thats what will be my ideal day!

Saturday, June 26, 2010

Fredinand and Wayward girl...

I am ABSOLUTELY in LOVE with Piazza, new york catcher (A song) from Belle and sebastian, a scottish indie pop band from 1996 who play 1960's pop , indie-pop anti folk and various other forms of music. Their lyrics are quite complexed, well structered and have this tinge of reality which makes them beliavable. Listen to their music if you like quirky singers with random lyrics like kimya dawson etc.

*This track was also featured in the movie, juno

Piazza, New York Catcher
Elope with me Miss Private and we’ll sail around the world
I will be your Ferdinand and you my wayward girl
How many nights of talking in hotel rooms can you take?
How many nights of limping round on pagan holidays?
Oh elope with me in private and we’ll set something ablaze
A trail for the devil to erase

San Francisco’s calling us, the Giants and Mets will play
Piazza, New York catcher, are you straight or are you gay?
We hung about the stadium, we’ve got no place to stay
We hung about the tenderloin and tenderly you tell
About the saddest ending of a book you ever had to read
The statue’s crying too and well he may

I love you I’ve a drowning grip on your adoring face
I love you my responsibility has found a place
Beside you and strong warnings in the guise of gentle words
Come wave upon me from the wider family net absurd
“You’ll take care of her, I know it, you will do a better job”
Maybe, but not what she deserves

Elope with me Miss Private and we’ll drink ourselves awake
We’ll taste the coffee houses and award certificates
A privy seal to keep the feel of 1960 style
We’ll comment on the decor and we’ll help the passer by
And at dusk when work is over we’ll continue the debate
In a borrowed bedroom virginal and spare

The catcher hits for .318 and catches every day
The pitcher puts religion first and rests on holidays
He goes into cathedrals and lies prostrate on the floor
He knows the drink affects his speed he’s praying for
a doorway
Back into the life he wants and the confession of the bench
Life outside the diamond is a wrench

I wish that you were here with me to pass the dull weekend
I know it wouldn’t come to love, my heroine pretend
A lady stepping from the songs we love until this day
You’d settle for an epitaph like “Walk Away, Renee”
The sun upon the roof in winter will draw you out like
a flower
Meet you at the statue in an hour
Meet you at the statue in an hour

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

An Insomniac

My existence is getting hazy.
The lines of distinction between imagination and reality are fading.

The water colours are drowning.
The sounds are making waves.

My mind feels numb.
My body, grasped by horror.

And then, that blissful silent sigh.
I am finally asleep.

Monday, June 14, 2010

Happy Birthday , DIABLO CODY!

I almost forgot...

Have a great life and keep writing many more amazing scripts like this epic one!
You are the writer of my MOST FAV MOVIE OF ALL TIMES , JUNO!!!!

To all those of you who haven't seen the movie , do see!!
Its about a 16 year old getting pregnant , getting stuck in a pickle and eventually growing up by facing the little bumps in life!

A very sweet , cute , Pathetically well made feel-good-for-yourself kinda movie!!!

Just to mention one of my fav quotes from this movie :
"Honey , Doctors are sadists who like to play god and watch lesser people scream"

Do you need any more reasons to watch the movie?


Farewell, My love...

There is this quote I read a couple of days back , and I thought I had to write something on it...

“Sometimes we need to hold our head high, blink back the tears , and just say GOOD-BYE.”

Good byes have been the thorn of our society since time immemorial.I hate goodbyes, and truthfully speaking I have had my fair share of them. I hate the pathetic crying and saying "I'm gonna miss you", "Keep in touch" , "I love you". Bullshit. All lies.
It never happens. You say good bye and maybe for some time you do feel bad , regretful and you make an attempt to "stay in touch".... But how long does that last?

So , coming back to the topic. I thought I would dedicate this article to all the people I really did miss (for a period of time , mind you)after they left or I did.

If you have followed this blog then I guess you know the reason as to why I take great pride in being called a vagabond. (And if you don't know, then please take the pains to scroll down and read the first ever post on this blog!)...Moving on is NOT easy , specially if the person has become your habit. But at times, you just need to stop thinking from your heart and do the morally right thing. As they say, Be an adult. Grow up. Move on. Sooner or later the complacency sets in. Distances grow, time elapses, it becomes easier. Survival seems like a possibility.

In my opinion you say goodbye for three reasons or how I like to call them the "The 3 D's" which are


Now, the last two might be conquerable but the first, is a situation set in stone. Final. (Unless of course, you are a black magic expert or you hire one. But lets rule out this possibility.)

The lesson I have learnt is that everything is temporary. No one stays in your life forever. So when they go , forgive and forget.... because friendship and love may survive distance... but hatred, never does. Start afresh. Leave the memories behind.. and remember, They are memories now, NOT reality. Stop living in them and give yourself a big chance. You will make it, Eventually.

Best of luck,dear readers. This life is a sea, but to survive hold on tight to your surf board and wait for the happy waves. They will come, they ALWAYS DO.

P.s - Sometime back , I dint say goodbye to a person even though they were leaving. (The reason being differences).. so here it goes, if you are reading this.. this is for you..

I miss you , in an uncanny way. I dunno if I want you back or not. But for sometime, we need to stay apart. Farewell, My love... <3

Sunday, May 16, 2010

The end.

Blue , red , maroon , brown.

Then the world goes black.

Submerged in dark and muddy water.

No breath left in my lungs.

I gasp, choke more and swallow.

My lungs feel like they will explode.

My mind feels numb.

Death, an easier option.

A mistake, a shallow mistake and everything falls apart.

A soul sent above.

Memories , they R.I.P.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010


I feel claustrophobic inside...
I feel clogged up...
Drained out of everything good and sane.

My horoscope tells me to stay calm.
To stay focused and to ignore the little trivialities of life.

You must think this is a Goth's blog.
No , It isn't
Its probably an average 17 year old's.

Are we all like that?
Confused? flustered? tangled? perplexed?
You must be laughing on the irony displayed in the above question.
All synonyms of the same word.

Monday, May 10, 2010


The grey grass touches my knees
The darkness makes me stagger
I walk , Count my steps
Destitute , Estranged

I smell a rotting building
I look for a light
The narcotic seems to work
I fall down , Power drained

I look around myself
I am stuck in a city of zombies
Where hollow eyes stare
They speak of my alienity

Then I feel a touch
I turn around
Scared , Excited , Terrified , Panicked
I see a ray of light

I see your brilliant eyes
Not hollow , Not dark , Not empty
Just lonely
Rather solitary

You offer your hand
I hesitate, I look back
Then you hum a melody
I remember it , Distantly

I let go of my fears
I grasp your hand
You seem like a blessing
I am sure, I am sure of YOU

Years later I am standing
Here again
Feeling the same way
But you are still beside me

The grass is taller now
The rot still eminent
The black still alive
But we are still holding hands

You take a first step
I follow
We cross the land of sorrow,

We see no more of darkness
The devil is dead
The enemy defeated
The game , OVER

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Losing hope...

Sometimes I might act clueless and sometimes I might get lost. That time I would want you to help me and find me. Sometimes I might try... really try. But that's just coz I don't wanna give up without a fight. But sometimes I doubt whether I fight to much , coz everything I do you make me feel like I am wrong , like its all always my fault. Its not always my fault , its not even yours but at times like these instead of going against me and leaving me alone just exactly when I need you to answer is not gonna help. Just tell me what to do. Coz all my right "attempts" are wrong for you and I have know idea what you mean by "right".If you want something , ASK for it.
I am tired of figuring out what you want. You know what I want and I know you can give it to me. We just need to start somewhere. Either start the end , or either end this stage of restlessness.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Cleaning My closet

So, Grade 11 is over. Grade 12 is here. I am around 4 days late on this "cleaning" thing.
I go to the cupboard and stare. It was messed. Really really messed. My relatives were gonna come so all the stuff on the table was picked up and thrown inside.Literally.But suddenly standing there and staring at all the papers and notebooks and textbooks and fat guide books and hotel management entrance exam books...I realised this was all going away. I mean sounds really philosophical right? Of course Its going away. What am I cribbing about? But today (10th march) is the day I really really felt that immensely great feeling of "growing up". Think about it.

All your life you looked up at 12ies. They were the big big people of the school. The ones who dominated the social hierarchy. The ones who you could not go and talk to. The ones who lorded over the others. The ones you looked up to. The ones you envied. The ones you wanted to be, you aspired to be like them... Your entire life you wanted to be THEM.

And now, you are FINALLY HERE. After 12 long years of waiting, you are finally there. Feeling the pressure? Nah! Its WAYYYYY over-hyped. I always fantasized about it. About the first day of 12th. And probably I even waited for it desperately through out 11th. But on 8th March I woke up. Got dressed, Went to school. I wore the same uniform. I went in the same van. I sat in a roomful of same people. The same teachers came to teach and I studied the same subjects. Heck, I even sat on the same bench in the same class with the same partner.

What fun?!
I felt the exact same way I felt yesterday, and the day before and the day before that.
I wondered to myself... Is this it? Is this all its supposed to be?
I felt like the long dream I had been seeing had FINALLY ended.
Schools not over yet. One big year to go. Last year to go.
Its nothing great. Over-hyped. I am probably gonna go through it with the same fervour I went through with my entire school life and once it gets over maybe I will get sad . Cry a few tears, perhaps. Look back and say "Ah! I will miss it."
I dont know for sure.

For now. I am fine. Just that. Period.

Sunday, January 17, 2010

Get me outta Here

I hate this feeling of being locked up in a room with no escape. Its like being deaf when music is your life. Why is this happening ? This feels so wrong…This was not how it was supposed to go. Things were not supposed to change like this. I was supposed to write and change the world and change human thinking and do all of those unbelievable things we humans think we can do.

My future was supposed to be bright and glittering and sprinkled with millions of fairy lights. It was not supposed to be locked in this dark and dingy room . I feel so claustrophobic inside. It feels like a big red cross mark at the dead end of a long and never-ending tunnel.

There are words but no meaning. Notes but no music. Its like my heart is singing “I walk this empty street on the Boulevard of Broken Dreams where the city sleeps
and I'm the only one and I walk alone...I walk alone...I walk alone”

I feel clogged up. Held back by my own desires . Drained out of my blood , my own poison , My own creativity. But after sometime I accept this stage of uncontrollable darkness. Complacency is the word for this feeling. I feel like I can live with it. Like I can make new dreams out of this NEW BLACK and spin them around and make them work .

THEN you come along.

You tell me to snap out of this lulled reverie , to get REAL , to live it up. Indirectly you were telling me to get a LIFE!

I feel bad , dejected.
But then I realize that you are right because WRITING is my life and without it I am lifeless…Without it I am lost in an ocean ,drowning in fear just waiting and hoping to be rescued.

But I got saved.

I was the lucky one.I saw light again after darkness. I saw the BREAKING DAWN.