PANEER BLAH TEAR MASALA

Recently the country was begrimed with a documentary ‘India’s daughter’ with regard to the nightmarish incident that occurred in December 2012. A girl in her early twenties was gang-raped in a moving bus in Delhi - this is what I knew. Rape cases - I get to hear or read about it often.  I do not know to what extent the documentary was polished, but one thing was sure - I was outrageous to listen to what the driver, Mukesh, and the defense attorney had to say. I was immensely disturbed mentally, so much that I was in depression for the entire day till I had to force myself to cheer up as I was going on a vacation. Even there, those baseless and harsh words said in the short film were haunting me like an evil devil. I wanted to write about it and vent out my anger on the whole issue but could not bring myself to do it then.     To think of it now, what the defense attorney (I have no clue why you even need a defense for this crime) said spoke the minds of most ...

This was around two years ago, we were a group of 12 girls who went on a trip to Dandeli, in Karnataka, India. We were a gang of friends, friend's gang of friends and so on. It was a very short trip but was the most thrilling trip of my life so far!! We did a lot of activities like kayaking, nature walk and so on  but the most dangerous and adventurous one was river rafting in the river Kali. We were all set with life guards and paddles. Till the last moment I was convinced that I am not doing it, and if I do, I will not finish it alive. The River Kali looked so full of force and vigor. My friends convinced me to go for it, and I could not believe how I ended up in the line. That line - waiting for my turn to put a signature on a sheet of paper that said they are not responsible if anything happens to me, including death. Wow. We started off, and the guide was a bold and young guy who took the responsibility of twelve young ladies in their early twenties. LOL. I'm saying this...

      I wanted to visit Pondi from a long time, and finally did this Holi! Every Holi I end up planning a quick getaway, knowingly or unknowingly making us not play Holi in this process. For the record, Augus and I have NEVER celebrated Holi together. After days of mulling over and considering the potential places we could go, we decided upon Pondicherry. I was agitated when Augus told “No” to a place that has wildlife, to a place that has beaches and to a place that has mountains. That is almost telling a n o for a vacation itself! Meano!     I was determined that I needed a break. A break from breaking my head over “What do I make for breakfast?” (That’s approved by Augus and his parents - mind you, I can count on one hand the number of South Indian dishes for breakfast the entire house agree upon. Sigh!). A break from the talks. The not-so-interesting talks that happen in the house, where all I can say is Ummm and nothing else, while o...

It's been a LONG time since I penned a blogpost. Ahem, thanks to the no-talent-only-traffic site I got introduced to that also made small bucks apparently. For every post, view and like they credited a cent to our "bank" and we could redeem it once we reach $ 50. I am not gonna mention the name of the site, I think you know it. I did spend a LOT of time into it, publishing posts like I am making rotis - one after the other (The limit is 10 at the max per day, I wish even making rotis had that limit!). But let me tell you, I did not earn a single dollar. When the trend was hot and people were actually redeeming $50 after $50, I was still getting used to it. And now, I have reached $40 and it is just not inching forward. I have had a lot of patience to make my bank show $40 and now, at this point, I give up. Give up after realizing that this new site in disguise of a demon had curtailed my loyalty towards Twitter and this blog. Kinda not fair man! I should have stuck to w...

Okay. So, I gave an entry into this short-story writing contest (June 2014) at  http://ellefictionawards.in/ I know I shouldn't care about winning or losing. Anyway, sharing the story here..sit back and enjoy! PS: I have changed my cousins' names. It is 90% real story with a lil bit tweaking and garnishing here and there.  PS: It is supposed to be an attempt at writing a funny-but-heart-touching story. I'm really sorry if you didn't laugh or/and if it didn't touch your heart while reading it..I'm an amateur, you see?  So here it is.... Plan B ‘Duh!’ she exclaimed when I asked her if I should add tomatoes too to the experimental Biryani . It had turned out to be blah (I hadn’t added tomatoes). Sister and I had spent a fortnight managing the house all by ourselves while parents were holidaying in the US. And yes, she had to put up with my amateur cooking in spite of the fact that we could always do the prudent act of just climbing up the stairs an...

          For the longest time I've been wanting to write this post. I have been through such extreme emotions lately that I've become numb to criticisms. Anyway, I want to be less sad right now, among all the things happening around me and in my mind. Where do I start from, Um, okay! I'm a bride-to-be now with less than a fortnight away for the big day. No, I'm not gonna bore you with my wedding preparations ( or how much  tensed I am about how the tailor stitches my attire). No, I'm not gonna talk about the huge epic-sode that happened when I tried to elope and my parents agreed to marry me finally (or the pain of a Hindu Brahmin- Roman Catholic wedding issues). Fret not.                I have been living in one house (named Trupthi - meaning 'satisfaction') for two and a half decades and I'm a deep-rooted person, meaning I love this city and my world in the city - my house, my locality, my food, my people. Sin...

Okay. So today, I attended a personal interview. That really sounds creepy yeah? Yeah it was! First of all it was not a job interview, so I was totally unprepared, and second of all I did not know what I was thinking. I mean seriously, one day I wanna become a surgeon (ages ago) , another day a fashion designer (last year around this time),  a teacher (now and then), and now I want to become an HR! Just like how God has turned down all my previous baseless ambitions (surgeon might sound cool but it aint for me, I realized), He might say no to this one too. The thing is, He knows it that its not for me much before I realize it and  in the meanwhile I would have blamed Him many times. But the agony here is I don't know till when people are going to develop applications for iPhone because I can't think of doing anything else. And, yeah, life has given me enough hints to make some solid plans for my future - financially. If I don't think now, then when?     Coming ba...