Friday, November 30, 2012

Baking and Birthday

Another year gone by. A happy year I would say.

So to make the day happier I started with baking some stuff. It had been ages since I baked and I just loved it! After baking three things I wanted to bake some more!! Hahaha...

So I baked a banana-walnut cake, a batch of oatmeal raisin cookies and a chocolate layer cake.

Seeing the awed look in betu's eyes made it all the more worthwhile. And the way Nishka relished both the cake and the raisin was the final stamp of satisfaction for me.

Here are the pics -

I also baked a simple cake and layered it with whipped chocolate cream. The look isn't great as I didn't know how to smoothen the cream.

As it is every year was flooded with emails, SMSes and calls from friends and family. It just overwhelms me. Every year.

Ended the day with a dinner out at DimSum Bros, New Friends Colony. The food there was great and so was the ambiance and the staff.

So like always a day well spent!

Tuesday, November 27, 2012


Bliss is when hubby dear prepares the gajar halwa! And you just sit, eat and relish it! :D

Yes, hubby dear made the first gajar halwa of the season. It was his first time but it wont be the last! As now we have decided that making gajar halwa will be his job. I used to make it the long way...with boiling/cooking the grated carrot in milk. He tried the shortcut way by pressure cooking it for a while and then just adding khoya (condensed milk) and ghee. It was much faster, required less effort and consumed less fuel. And yet tasted so yummy!!

Friday, November 23, 2012

Orange peel

The season of oranges is here and it brings back many memories revolving around oranges as kids.

Remember how we used to squeeze the orange peel in the eyes of our friends taking them by surprise and making them squint because of the prickling sensation?

Remember how we used to make threads from the juice of the orange peels by rotating it around the plastic rulers? It would leave the scale all melted/shrivelled and basically useless. God!!! How many rulers we ruined in this process!! :D

And it also reminds me of an incident from school. I must have been in 7th or 8th standard. And I was eating an orange while waiting for our English teacher to come. The teacher came and I shoved the orange inside my desk. We were then asked to read a story from the book quietly. And I in total absent mindedness started eating the orange again while reading the story totally forgetting that the teacher was in the class.

And as well all know we can smell anyone eating an orange from 20 yards. So obviously teacher smelled the fragrance of orange and started looking for the culprit. And then she saw me chewing and asked me to stand up. It was only then that I realized what I had done. I quickly swallowed the orange inside my mouth seeds et al. When asked about it, I tried to lie that I wasn't eating. I was so damn scared I still remember.

The teacher than asked another student to check my desk and of course that student confirmed seeing an orange there. Thankfully since I was in the good books of the teacher as I was one of the few students who were good in the subject, I got away with just a good shout from her. And boy did I feel glad about it then?

Thursday, November 22, 2012

What do you do when... see your child being taught wrong pronunciations by their grandparents? I kept quiet as I thought correcting that time would be taken as embarrassment/humiliation by the grandparents. It was hard to keep quiet. To see wrong and still be quiet.

If the child learns the wrong pronunciation, not only will he speak it wrongly but also write it wrongly.

Confused. Clueless. 

Friday, November 16, 2012

What do you do...

...when it saddens you on the news of the demise of a distant relative? Even when you had just "seen" the person couple of times? When there has been no interaction with this person? When there has been no emotional attachment?

It hurts me to think how a person perfectly fine two days before, gets a fever and the next day we hear of the demise.
It hurts me to think that the person was just 40 years old.
It hurts me to think about his wife.
It hurts me to think about his children with the youngest child just 10 months young.
It hurts me to think how suddenly all this happened, how it has left everyone totally shocked and unprepared for this sudden death in the family.

I'm feeling very low today just thinking about it. And it again makes me realize how uncertain life is. You do not know whats in there for your the next day.

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

What do you do when...

...there are multiple cars parked next to each other and you are trying to figure which side of which car to use to go to the other side when you hear your 8 year old say "Aap to kahin se bhi fit nahi aayogi!" (you will not fit through any side) and runs away giggling?

I guess its time to really do something to lose weight.

Thursday, September 6, 2012

What do you do when... day you wear a bright colored floral printed pyajama unlike your usual plain colored ones and your 8 year son, with a totally flabbergasted look on his face, asks you "Why are you wearing such girly stuff? Take it off!!"?

And when I responded "But I'm a girl!" was snubbed "But this is tooo girly so wear something else!"

*Rolling my eyes*

Monday, September 3, 2012


Couple of days back  while returning from work, it was raining. And by the time we reached near Vasant Kunj area, I suddenly spotted a rainbow. Ohh how it made me excited. Just like a child. It was almost a full arc, with each color vibrantly glowing and clearly visible.

I kept peeping out at the sky every 2-3 minutes from the car window to catch a glance of the rainbow. I do not remember when I had seen such a big rainbow before. Or for that matter I couldn't even remember when I had seen a rainbow last - big or small.

I wanted to click using my phone but the battery was almost dying. I SMSed hubby about it as he was to pick up kids from the daycare and maybe he will show it to Anirudh. But by the time he reached the daycare, it had turned dark and the rainbow was gone.

Is it just me who gets excited at rainbows even now? Or do you find them beautiful and get excited on spotting them too?

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Foot in the mouth disease

A guy asks me "Have you lost weight?"

I reply: "The weight scale doesn't say so but my husband thinks I've."

I wanted to hide somewhere after I realised what I had said.

Thursday, August 23, 2012

The "Just Married, Please Excuse" Contest

It has always been very amusing to read Y's blog. She is darn too funny and when I met her I expected the same vivaciousness but she seemed to be a little shy and quiet kind of a person. And I was taken for a surprise when I heard she had a book out. But now I wonder why? After reading her blogs for so many years, I shouldn't have been. She is a wonderful writer.

I'm still to read her book for a reason you may all laugh at. I made a promise to myself that I will not read any fiction till I can find time to read the course material for a certification that I've been planning to do. It was a self-imposed exile on reading any books besides that course material. But after finally accepting that this exile might run into years the way things are going currently, I gave in and ordered her book this week.

And now here I'm with the wish to participate in the contest on her blog.

Mine was an arranged marriage. With the usual scanning of matrimonial section of the newspaper for the "Looking for a bride for our tall handsome son earning well...." and responding to these matrimonial. This incident is just 2 days post our wedding.

Since I had been working till 3 days before the wedding I had spent very little time on organising the trousseau. So much so that the suits and the blouses were picked the night before we were to leave town to the city where the wedding was to be held. And this resulted in packing some suits unstitched and some sarees without the fall.

So coming back to the day when this incident happened, being the new bride I had to wear the fancy silks and had to be decked up all the time. So when everyone took afternoon siesta, and I would also retire to my room, I would immediately change into something comfortable with throwing off the saree and the jewels. It had been barely 30 min that there was a doorbell and soon after a knock on our door as some unexpected guests had arrived to "see" me.

With the lack of my saree wearing skills, I needed good 20 min to wear the saree properly. But at that moment I knew I didn't have more than 10 min to come out of the room. And to top it the saree I was wearing didn't have a fall stitched to it and I was totally confused which was the side that was to be worn outside and which was for inside. I know most sarees you can make out but the weave of the one I was wearing was such that I just couldn't. When I looked helplessly at hubby he just shrugged as he couldn't figure out either.

With time running faster than usual, I decided to go by instinct and wear it the way I thought was the right side. Hoping badly that in case it wasn't the right side no one would notice. But how naive I was not knowing how sharp and scrutinizing can be the eyes. An the moment I stepped out of my room, my MIL scanned me from head to toe to ensure that she can 'showcase' her "new bahu' to the guests and that there is nothing awry. And then she dropped the words that sounded like a bomb to me - "You have worn your saree inside out." Gawd! I was so embarrassed. I offered to go inside and wear it again. But I guess she already knew the amount of time I would take to wear the saree so she told me to go and meet the guests like this only. And to my relief, either the guests didn't notice or were nice enough not to say it on my face :P

Another incident that still makes me squirm is a month or two post the marriage when we were visiting the in-laws. Hubby used to wear crisp white kurta pyajama at home those days and so did the FIL. So I was working in the kitchen and from the corner of the eye I saw hubby coming in. (At least I thought it was hubby and it was only later that I realised it was not him but the FIL.) So I started talking to him while my eyes still on the task in hand and only when I heard the sound of throat being cleared and FIL walking away that I realised my folly and was so embarrassed that I kept avoiding being anywhere near the FIL that day.

Update: I won! I won! I won!! Yippee yay!! I managed to go to Y's blog only yesterday and saw my name in the list of winners :) This is probably only the second contest online that I've won and it makes me super happy. Although I must admit I had started feeling that chances of me winning are very bleak after reading such hilarious stories of others. But am I glad?? :D

Tuesday, August 21, 2012


You feel a void when a member of the family doesn't stay with you any longer.

Even though the interaction was not much. Even though you needed to be careful on how to speak and behave in front of that person. Even though the wavelengths didn't match much. Even though there would be conflicts. Still there is a void that can be felt.

I'm talking about my FIL who had been staying with us since the past 5 months after we had Nishka. He was staying with us so that I can join back work and Nishka can stay at home till the time she was about 10 months and ready to go to daycare. Since we started Nishka's daycare from mid of August, he went back this weekend.

It was a daily routine for me to go to his room after coming back from work and spend about 30-40 min there talking to him. Dinner time would mean setting 4 plates and conversations on the dining table. And now when I have to set 3 plates I feel the void. Something feels amiss.

There was a constant sound of TV that we could hear in the house. And now suddenly the house is quiet. Too quiet.

Nishka had also developed such a bond with him. She would look at him every time she would do something as if to see if he was watching or not and to get his commendations. She would leap towards him and give out such big smiles. Pulls his specs, jump on him and want him to pick her up now and then. And he would also indulge her in so many ways. Am sure she doesn't realise now but soon she will miss him him too when she realises that he has gone back.

Papa - You are being missed.

Thursday, August 16, 2012

What do you do when...

...someone looks at your 10 month baby in a frock, hairband, sandals with ears pierced asks you "Why have you dressed the baby as a girl?" I was stumped, confused and thought I hadn't heard the question right so asked him to repeat.

And then I responded "Because she is a girl!" leaving that person say "Ohh!"

Monday, August 13, 2012


This is my second stint with sending my baby to daycare. Anirudh also started going to daycare when he was 9 months and Nishka has started since today after she turned 10 months. But it still wrenched my heart leaving her there. I cried. I felt guilty. I was unhappy. I felt such a tug at heart.

Yes, its second time around and but still I did not feel stronger at heart. I had thought that I will be more composed at handling myself and my emotions but I didn't.

Wednesday, August 8, 2012


"Me and my wife are very tech savy. We work on computers whole day."

Huh? *rolling my eyes*

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Go for it!!

A friend has written a book for kids and is holding a book reading session in Chennai and Bangalore.

If you are in either of the city, do take your kids there. It sure will be loads of fun!!

Thursday, July 19, 2012

First time

Yesterday Rajesh Khanna, the actor, passed away. So all the TV channels were playing songs from his movies most of the time. And beautiful songs they were.

So after I reached home yesterday evening and was sitting with my Father-in-law watching the TV, I for the first time heard him humming music. I was very surprised but I also had a big smile on my face seeing this side of him. I've never ever heard him hum before. And its been more than 12 years since my marriage. I never knew he enjoyed music so much to actually sing/hum.

And it was just not me. When I was sitting with Betu while he was having his dinner, Betu also said "Aaj maine pehli baar Dadu ko gana gaate huye suna!" (First time today I heard Grandpa sing a song).

I smiled, nodded and said "Me too!".

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Sacrifice & Adjustment

I've often seen and felt that how these two words are used interchangeably based on the position of the person with respect to the other person in a situation where two or more people are involved.

If one person is senior/older then its called 'sacrifice' while with the younger generation its termed as 'adjustment'. While 'sacrifice' has value attributed to it, 'adjustment' is expected as a duty.

Why is anything foregone by the younger generation not treated as sacrifice and valued or appreciated? What is your opinion on this? I would like to hear views on this from as many people as possible.

P.S. To clarify, this may not apply to each and every person but this is a general view that I've experienced.

Monday, July 16, 2012

What do you do when...

...someone asks you how to type in the two backslashes that are there in "http://www...." URL as there is a key for single backslash but none for double?

P.S. This is a real incident and I was the person to whom this questions was directed at yesterday.

Friday, July 13, 2012

Horrifying, atrocious, monstrous

Any number of similar adjectives will be less for what happened to the girl of class XI.

The faces of these men should be posted all over so that they can be caught and punishment which reminds them of this heinous act every single day making their life hell.

Thursday, July 12, 2012

A floating mug?

Isn't this so cool?? I just love it.

Saw this here and wanted one right away but :(

Monday, July 9, 2012

What do you do when... spot a childrens' play school named "Pukie Pie"?

My first reaction was "EWWWWWWWWWWWWW"

Who the hell would name a playschool like this? Someone has to be totally dumb and probably no knowledge of the meaning of the word puke.

And secondly who the hell would send their child to a playschool named thus?

I was driving so I couldn't click a picture but next time I pass by that route I will definitely click :P

Friday, July 6, 2012

Thank you - a real heartfelt thank you... all those people who helped me spread the word about the cowardly incident which I wrote about earlier (here and here). I'm sorry if I've missed out anyone. So please share any missing link which also talked about this story and I will add to this list. A BIG THANK YOU!

And thank you to those people as well who called names and used abusive language and felt that the girl who was harassed created this drama for no reason whatsoever. It helped us get a reality check of  the state of mind and the attitude of people around us.

The first rain of the season...

....Ahh....such a bliss!!

Keep going! :-)

Tuesday, July 3, 2012


Imagine a guy riding a nice bike.
Imagine the guy wearing a nice stylish t-shirt.
Imagine the guy wearing a stylish torn kind of jeans.

And lastly imagine the same guy wearing a fluorescent yellow strapped fluorescent green floaters.

Haha...what a fizzle out...right?

Well this is not from my imagination but a sight I saw just few minutes ago :-D

Thursday, June 28, 2012

In her own words

In continuation with my previous post, I'm sharing the detailed and exact account in the words of my friend.


This post contains language, four-letter word language. These are my words and my account. Most of the exchange was in Hindi, nearly everything I shouted was in English.

23rd June, afternoonish, I board the metro from Noida City Center. The train was almost empty, I find a spot by the right side of the car near the door, put my earphones on and prepare to wait through all the stations till Rajiv Chowk. Few stations afterwards, I feel someone hovering, I turn to look and this guy wearing shades is leaning towards me, his arm extended above me brushing my head, holding the seat railing, his breath fans my hair. I look beyond him, the coach is still relatively empty with plenty of space for someone to stand comfortably without being forced to lean on another passenger and breathe down their neck. I assumed he wanted to get off at the next station and waited. Station arrives, we are standing to the right of the coach, the doors open to the left and he doesn't move.

I ask him now, do you wish to get off at the next station?
He answers in negative and looks away. I continue to address him, please step back you are crowding me.
He ignores me. I speak again.
He turns and says, why are you here, you should be in the women's coach.
I tell him, women do not have restrictions on travelling cause they apparently can travel in decency, step back please.
He continues to ignore me and doesn't move.

Another guy standing to the front us says to 1st guy, when she's asking you to move why don't you just move?
2nd guy says, what is it to you? You are her what?
They start arguing. 2nd guy says to 1st guy, hey! speak to her however you want but speak to me with respect!
Interesting how suddenly the dynamic of the situation changes. It's about respect, not towards me but to his manhood.
Sufficiently angered they start shoving each other.

I try to turn away and ignore them hoping they will stop and quit being assholes. But it escalates. The other passengers are watching but not really doing anything to stop the fight. In a matter of seconds it turns horrifically ugly, 1st guy smashes his fist into 2nd guys face and 2nd guy falls to the floor, blood gushing out of his nose and forehead. The other passengers go wild. Few turn to me and start shouting, THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT, YOU STARTED THIS FIGHT, THIS IS ALL BECAUSE YOU CAME INTO THIS COACH.

I'm a little surprised and I try to tell them, I am not the reason they started fighting cause 1st guy didn't speak with "respect" to 2nd guy. Of course no one is listening. The crowd is a frenzy. The 2nd guy get up off the floor, blood dripping everywhere, no one helps him. One of the passengers steps up to me and shouts, DO SOMETHING THIS IS YOUR FAULT STOP THEM FROM FIGHTING. Can you imagine stepping in between 2 aggressive physically violent men and trying to stop a fight? Me, a girl? When all these other men in the coach haven't yet made ANY moves to stop the fight!? The train stops at Akshardham station and 1st guy runs out. 2nd guy starts calling his friends and runs out as well. The crowd is screaming at me to call the cops. My shock is a delayed reaction, but it finally sets in. I am supposed to call the cops? If I was in an accident am I supposed to call the ambulance? I dial 100, networks choppy no surprises there. Someone answers, I give the details, which station, 2 men fighting, badly hurt. The guy on the other end of the line hangs up. I can't believe this is happening to me, I'm standing here in a coach with 50 odd men and they are all shouting at me.

- I did not start anything, I spoke up because he wouldn't move!
- I have as much right to be here as any of you. I'm not the reason the government made separate coach for women.
- The reason is men like you who cannot respect women and instead of stepping up to stop harassment you encourage it by segregating us.

Yes. I shouted these words. Perhaps not coherently. Perhaps not eloquently. I couldn't understand how even one individual out of all these people didn't have the decency to REALLY see what had happened and try to stop it. My disbelief had turned to royal fucking rage. There were a few women, who looked on like how you glance back at road accidents. I shouted at them as well, shame on you for standing there, this happens to you too and you don't have the balls to say a word now. My head was a screaming mess of thoughts, my heart felt it will explode. Strangely even though my knees were shaking like hell, I felt a strange compulsion to stay and not flee. There's a button by the door for emergencies. I recall this hours after the incident. The crowd wouldn't let up. Every time the coach doors opened and new passengers got on they ask about all the blood on the floor, everyone starts pointing fingers at me, SHE STARTED A FIGHT BETWEEN 2 MEN. WHY DON'T YOU GET OFF, GET OFF GET OFF GET OFF!!!! After 3-4 more stations I'm trying really not to fucking loose it. I continue to stand by the door.

One man in the back shouts, Ladkiyan to hoti hi aisee hain... I turn to see who spoke, he's hidden between passengers... wo dono pit gaye par isko koi asar nahi huya.
I turn back, FUCK YOU!
Another man from the front of the coach jumps out, HEY SHOW SOME RESPECT!!
- Respect????? I'm aghast. Respect to whom? You all stand around and do nothing and I said fuck you so now you want to teach me respect.
- All the men all the time keep saying vile abuses, maa bahen ki gaaliyan and NO ONE SAYS ANYTHING TO THEM. I said fuck you, so you want to teach me respect!

I'm glad he didn't dare. I do not know what I would have done. I start clapping and giving everyone the thumbs up, THANK YOU EVERYONE, brilliant display of support, I feel so good about my country. Keep it up.
I'm sure they all thought I have gone completely mad. I was mad. Stark raving mad. But I stood there listening to them talk and laugh and stare at me. I wondered why I wasn't crying or falling apart. My shock was tremendous, my disappointment crippled me. Frozen I continued to stand by that door.

7 stations later I get off at Rajiv Chowk. I do not know why I didn't just get off before. I probably should have. But I felt at that point, perhaps stupidly now that I have hindsight, no fucking force on earth is going to make me feel like a victim, I'm not going to get off, I have as much right to be here as any one of these barbaric men. My knees wouldn't quit shaking by the way, I felt as if I had no oxygen. I didn't want to report it. I didn't want to do anything. I just wanted to be left alone, that's all I had asked. Thinking back I cannot still understand how literally the most ridiculous thing turned so ugly. I'm sure you are thinking, why did she do this, why didn't she just leave, why did she even get in the general coach, what was she wearing, what does she look like to elicit such an incident. And you know what, that's precisely the whole fucking point. It doesn't matter what you think might be a cause or a reason. No one, NOT A SINGLE person had the balls to step up and help me. And all these 50 odd men, your regular joes, college kids, engineers going to office shouldering laptops, salesmen and just normal folks commuting.

I have never felt this alone.

And for the record, I'm AGAINST the separate coach for women. It is the most ridiculous solution the government came up with to ensure women traveler's safety. Segregating men and women will never help anyone develop tolerance and respect for others PERSONAL SPACE.

Thank you for reading.


Wednesday, June 27, 2012

What is the world coming to?

This is about my friend who was harassed in the metro. Harassed physically by one but mentally by 50 other passengers for being a woman and not traveling in the women's car.

On June 23, 2012 around 1 PM she boarded the general car of the metro at Noida City Center. She was standing near the doors minding her own business and after a while she felt a guy hovering over her. She thought maybe he has to get off and asked him if he needed to. He told her no, he doesnt need to get off and kept leaning over her. So she asked him to back off a little. He refused and went on to ask my friend that why is she traveling here and not in a womens car. My friend told him there is no restriction on women to travel anywhere cause women can travel decently and asked him to step back. Another guy came in to talk to this offending guy to move. The first guy refuses and soon a fight ensued between these two guys. The fight escalated so drastically that the bad guy hits the helping guy so hard that he fell to the ground bleeding profusely.

All the other 40-50 men in the car start shouting at my friend that she is the reason for this fight, that because of her speaking out the men started fighting, and that she should get off the train!! Shocked, my friend shouted back at these men SHE is not the reason the men are fighting, she stood up for herself and had both politely and then demanded the man to back off, which he refused and continued to harass her and only one guy decided to do something about it and was beaten up. None of these men tried to stop the harassment or even to stop the fight and stood by and watched. My friend calls #100 to report the incident, the fellow who answered the phone hangs up. In the meanwhile all the men are shouting that these girls are to blame and they make the men fight. They kept shouting at her to get off the train and saying things like "Ladkiyan to hoti hi aisee hain...wo dono pit gaye par isko koi asar nahi huya". My friend continued to stick to her stance that she has just as much right to be in the metro as any man and she is not the reason the two men fought, they fought cause one was a pervert and the other tried to teach his some manners. How traumatising it was for my friend to have 50 odd men and surprisingly few women as well, who continued to verbally harass her- for speaking out against harassment and for refusing to leave the metro, just cannot be described in words. Is this what we are now, that one woman has to stand against 50 men shouting that she has as much right to travel as they do without being harassed and when she speaks up no one steps forward to help her and turn right back around and BLAME her!

So I need your help to spread this incident in whatever way we can. I don't know how it will help but I feel it will. 

I'm still so dazed, so shocked and so angry.

Monday, June 4, 2012

I saw you in my dream yesterday :-)

We had gone to see a museum. Which museum I do not remember. Its immaterial anyways. It was ONLY you that mattered.

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

What do you do when... hear the cabbie comments on another cabbies driving by saying "hop-lace".

It took me a few seconds to realise he meant "hopeless" :-P

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

I feel so lucky

I just saw a lady sitting on the pillion of a bike wearing a backpack on each shoulder. And I wondered why.

As we passed the bike I saw a boy sitting in front of the guy driving the bike and another sitting sandwiched between the lady and the guy. Both boys in school uniforms. And I now knew why those two backpacks. Obviously there is no space for both kids to wear them. So mommy dear is helping out this way. And suddenly I feel so lucky that we have a car.

On second thoughts, I remember seeing smiles on their faces. And that made me wonder if they feel unlucky about their situation?

Thursday, April 26, 2012

And he changed.

In my last post I had written about the cabbie which would honk so much. On the next day of writing that post I had kind of pulled him for his honking habit to the extent of telling him that if I was driving and he was honking behind me I would have deliberately not given him the way.

His route allocation got changed from the next day. Or maybe he got it changed himself to get rid of nagging me :-P

Anyways, he was again assigned to our cab since this week and I must commend him as he honks only when really required now.

A pat on the back to him and to me as well :-D

Thursday, April 5, 2012

Honking away

These cabbies should be fined for honking. GOD!! How much they honk is beyond me. A vehicle they have to overtake is more than a 100m away...and they start honking. And there are times there is no vehicle in sight and they honk. And even when a vehicle is in the third lane...they honk. Its so darn irritating. I have told my office cabbie not to honk so much but he just can't. Its like an addiction. There are times when I feel like telling him that I will drive you sit and relax. Uff...