Friday, 25 December 2015
Thursday, 3 December 2015
You do not have to pretend in front of me because I do not expect you to be like everyone else. I don’t care if you don’t have any goals; I don’t care if you want to follow the trail of a butterfly; I don’t care if you don’t manage to accumulate the riches of the world.
What I care about is what you want; what your deepest desires are; what brings that glint in your eyes.
Sunday, 13 September 2015
Monday, 24 August 2015
Friday, 21 August 2015
I know, the title is weird. "Mobile and me" ... or should it be "Mobile and I," given the fact that both of us are the subject of this blog post? Whatever. I'm going to keep it as "Mobile and Me" for the simple reason it rhymes! And you grammar nazi (usually, I'm one of them but in this instance, I've relaxed), if you have a problem, go and take a flying leap (I'd have in your place for thrills. Tip: make sure you have mattresses under you wherever you land after your leap. I know, I know, I'm pretty helpful.).
Tuesday, 18 August 2015
Many of you must be knowing how big a foodie I'm! Of course I love to try out new dishes, go to new eateries and cook when I've time. So when I came across a Del Monte competition organized by Indiblogger, I was super excited for several reasons:
- I loveeeeee Italian cuisine. Pasta, ravioli, lasagna. You name it and I love it. Disclaimer: I've loved everything that I've tasted until now of the cuisine.
- I love experimenting, and this competition just gave a legitimate reason to do that!
- One of my dream vacations has been to go to Italy and learn the cuisine from the native but fat chance of that due to several reasons: I'm vegetarian and I wonder if they would have vegetarian version of every dish, and secondly, who the heck has that kind of money? Well, certainly not me.
Monday, 17 August 2015
Since I've shifted to Delhi, I'm spending too much time with myself. Not in the sense I'm getting bored but more in the sense that I'm dating myself. I'm finding it more productive to sit around and think all types of things. Sometimes those things are stupid things like how I'd like to change the world and shoot all the terrorists, while sometimes I get lost in the memories from the past. When the latter happens, I realize how I've changed.
Friday, 7 August 2015
You broke my heart in thousands of little pieces,
Large enough to be seen but too small to be picked,
Stuck under my bare feet, making me bleed.
I bleed a river everytime I try to walk away from you,
Choked with memories that had made me beautiful,
Lost in the darkness of senses crippled by you.
You freed me but not from you,
I try to see you in every held hands,
In every embrace of emotions,
Only to find disillusion and anguish
Maybe we weren't meant to be,
Destined to belong nowhere,
Paying for the sins unknown,
Living in the shadow of obscurity.
Monday, 27 July 2015
Rocky and Mayur have ventured out to explore food from all parts of India and curate videos on Askme.com I'm contributing my part by relishing my favorite dishes at Lean Chef and sharing my views with you all! You can also upload your video review on AskMe and stand a chance to meet Rocky and Mayur.
If you are my regular reader, you would definitely know how big a foodie I'm! And since the day I've shifted to Delhi, it's literally a food paradise for me. It's not that Ahmedabad didn't have good enough places to eat; it was more of a case of having eaten at most of the places! (Yeah, that happens when you have spent most of your life at one place)
Saturday, 20 June 2015
I don't know why but every woman shares a special bond with her father. It's not that we don't love our mothers but Daddy is special. He's truly the first man in our life who teaches us to love — love ourselves as well as love small things of life.
He's our very first Prince Charming. He's always there to clean our cuts and sympathise with our problems (even the minor ones).
Sunday, 24 May 2015
Fulki was staring at the rustling leaves of the tree outside her window. A couple of small sparrows were tweeting and playing with each other. They seemed so happy, so carefree. Like she was. Once upon a time; a long, long time back.
The door to her room opened and her mother’s husband entered. She saw a gift-wrapped box in his hands and looked away. She didn’t want to touch that but she didn’t know how to refuse. He had always been nice to her despite of her resentment. Maybe she could ignore the gift and make everyone forget about it?
Wednesday, 20 May 2015
Monday, 27 April 2015
Udichi couldn’t wait to be alone. She had got a huge bar of chocolate in her backpack and she wanted to savor it without Udipti, her twin. It wasn’t as if she hated her; it’s just that sometimes she wanted to do somethings alone. Her mother, on the other hand, always wanted both of her daughters to do same things. Maybe it saved her time to keep track of their activities.
Monday, 13 April 2015
“Abhay, serve the tea on table four quickly!”
Suppressing a flare of irritation, Abhay took his gaze off the TV in the kitchen. Even though he felt like smashing the cup on the tray, he carefully poured hot tea and went to serve the customer. He absolutely hated the restaurant’s crowd. They were stuffy and always ready for fight. Once he had spilled a bit of tea on some hotshot’s trousers and man, was it a mess. Despite of him apologizing again and again, the man had threatened to beat him up. As if that was going to make his pants clean! Huh!
As soon as he served the tea, the customer yelled – “The tea is cold! Don’t you dare serve me leftover.”
Tuesday, 31 March 2015
I love food. Simple. Whether it's cooking or eating, I enjoy trying new cuisines and items. So naturally if I have to celebrate something, I'd go out to dine. Recently, I quit my old job for a better new job and that of course called for a celebration. As my entire family is foodie, we love exploring new eateries. As my budget for the party was good, we decided to go to some fancy place.
Sunday, 22 March 2015
I’m pretty sure my parents must be ruing the day I was born. Of course I have never been a wild kid or a teenager but it’s just that I like to have my own way as much as I can. And generally, it’s bit more than the normal. For example, until secondary school, I refused to study. I even refused to appear in exams and every three months there used to be Mahabharat at home for that. I never saw the point of studying the subjects that I hated. After I passed my 10th standard with decent marks, my parents wanted me to become a doctor. I went for commerce. Than my parents wanted me to go for C.A., I went for management. They wanted me to get married when I was in mid-20s. I’m in my early 30s and single. And these are just the highlights.
Everybody says that you have to be different from the rest if you wish to have success in life. Although it does make sense on certain level, I’ve always found it to be a crappy philosophy. I know I may sound silly and flighty but I have my own reasons. Not everyone wants to be extraordinary. Not everyone wants to be in the rat race. And finally, not everyone has the same definition of success.