tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65280946722431711682024-03-13T07:00:44.766-07:00Random thoughtsStreamlining the RandomnessRandom Thoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11675964426060586054noreply@blogger.comBlogger109125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528094672243171168.post-81920371922346756172016-09-14T04:17:00.002-07:002016-09-14T04:17:22.533-07:00"Aakankshya" : A short story.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Aakankshya.</div>
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Desire. </div>
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That’s the meaning of her name. Her parents named her so,
when she was born after years and years of their prayers. She was their only
desire after 10 years of their marriage. And she arrived 32 years ago for them
in flesh and blood and they have cherished her since then.</div>
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She was the apple of her parents’ eyes and was a pampered
kid. She was loved and loved and only loved. Not a single wish of her ever went
in vain. If she wanted a doll, she got two. Everything ever she wanted was
hers. She was doted and loved. She was cherished and protected. </div>
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Time passed and she grew up to be a beautiful girl and then
a gorgeous lady. To her parents she was the prettiest pictures of all. She
spent her time reading books, painting pictures, dreaming about a prince
charming who would come and sweep her off her feet just like the prince in her
books. She was living a fairly tale dream and her parents wanted nothing less
than a prince for their daughter.</div>
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When she was in her mid twenties parents got frantic to find
her a suitable match. Match makers were called, relatives and extended family informed
and friends were alerted, a prince had to be found. But do you find them in
this modern world? The answer was soon found to the question and it was a ‘Yes’.</div>
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They met a handsome guy, working for a multi-national, living
the NRI dream; belonged to an affluent family who were looking for a match for
their only son. As soon as the word reached and they saw her pictures they
wanted Aakankshya to be the daughter-in-law of the family. Horoscopes were
exchanged and they matched perfectly. The boy and the girl liked each other as
soon as they had set their eyes on each other. It was the quickest decision she
had ever taken and she wanted to be his wife and the mother of his kids. It was
a match made in heaven.</div>
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The wedding day arrived and she, the dreamy eyed bride,
looked absolutely stunning under the veil. The groom so handsome like a real
prince came riding on a pure white horse. The entire town was invited to the
wedding of their only daughter. No stone left unturned to make it the most
perfect and most talked about event in the whole little town of theirs. </div>
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As soon as the wedding was over they had to leave for the
groom’s place of residence. She was moving to the US. Finally her dream will
come true. She and the love of her life, setting on a new journey, new
adventure. They both were so excited. Finally they bid farewell to their
families and said hello to their love and togetherness.</div>
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He was the perfect guy for her, and she was the perfect girl
for him. They were a happy couple, totally in love. Life was good to them and
they were happy with each other. She would cook for him, take care of his
house, and dress up nicely for the evenings when he was supposed to return from
work. He would bring a bunch of flowers or a bunch of hugs and kisses with him
every day when he returned from work. They would spend the evening in each
other’s arms and would talk till one of them falls asleep. On other nights they
would make sweet sweet love to each other and would not let the other sleep.
Life was perfect.</div>
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Days went to months and months to years.</div>
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It was almost 7 years of marriage.</div>
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Now they wake up in the same bed but at two different ends.
She makes breakfast and he leaves for office. She gets on with her household
chores, goes out for a walk in the evening all by herself and on her way back
buys some flowers for her house to put in the vase by the window sill. She
makes the dinner and keeps on the dining table and when the clock strikes 11
she comes to bed. She reads herself a book and sleeps. </div>
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He works his ass off in his office; he has dreams to buy a
big house and a bigger car. He has set himself a target of the end of the year.
He is sick of staying in the same 2 bedroom apartment and says ‘its time to
think big’. By the time he comes back from office he is so tired he does not
even have the energy to look at the clock to know what time he came in. He only
knows to keep his alarm on for 8 am the next morning. Monday to Sunday all days
it’s the same routine.</div>
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She often sits in her small balcony and wonders what is
wrong with this house. Why he wants a big one. ‘In this tiny apartment also we
have got so much space between each other already, what will happen when we
have a bigger house’. She does not remember when they last kissed or when they
last were holding hands while having a dinner or when he last said he loved her
or when they went for a walk by the lake, but she remembers the last time he
came home drunk from a office party and wanted her. She did not resist even if
he reeked of smoke and alcohol. She wanted her husband to make love to her but
he wanted to show his dominance over his property. She belonged to him and only
him.</div>
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Days went by and the routine continued. </div>
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She thought their marriage was falling apart and needed to
do something to keep it together. How about having a baby she thought. But she
knew his answer. He was not ready for it and not ready for the expenses which
comes with the baby. He was mentally and financially not ready for this big
step. She wondered how about some vacation together, may be a change of scenery
will rekindle their love. After-all he is the same guy she fell in love with
once. But was he still in love with her? And most importantly, was he the same
guy he once was? His absence from her life bothered her, she had her moments of
doubts also, if he was cheating on her, but she discarded this thought as soon
as it came. She knew he was a workaholic person and very ambitious. And she had
fallen in love with him for all that once. But, then she was always his
priority. Now she does not know anymore. Whenever she tries to talk to him
about anything about themselves , he says he is not in a right frame of mind to
handle her dramas, he says he gets his peace time very less often and she
should not spoil it for him. She keeps quiet and keeps her feelings to herself.
Once she used to laugh and smile, now she locks herself in bathroom and cries
with the faucet on so that no one hears her, the apartment walls are really
thin. She does not want raised eyebrows and his chuckles and to be a labeled
‘the stupid housewife who cries for no reason’.</div>
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The days went by.</div>
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She maintained her routine. She was her own company now and
she was trying to get used to it. She missed the feeling of skipping a heart
beat with his touch. She often would close her eyes and play a movie to
herself, a movie of them 7 years back. She still loved him and wanted him in
his life. She wished to be his priority one more time. The way he used to talk
to her about their future, about his dreams; the way he treated her like a
queen; the weekends when he would get her breakfast in the bed and then they
would not leave the bed for hours. It was all a memory now. Some distant past
and she still was holding on to them. Not knowing what happened to them and
definitely not knowing where they were headed to.</div>
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One regular day when she was returning from her evening
walks with a bunch of yellow lilies in hand, oblivious to the world around her.
A unfamiliar voice in the elevator said ‘so you love lilies?’ She looked up to
see a new but very handsome face smiling at her. A tall, well built young guy,
must be younger to her she thought, holding a bag of groceries himself, smiling
at her. She smiled back in courtesy and replied ‘No I don’t, but my husband always
brought them for me, as they symbolize passion and celebration’. The thought of
it made her eyes swell up and she turned her face to hide her tears, lest they
roll down her eyes, and that too in-front of a stranger. But he did not miss
any of it. He has seen a beautiful face with sad eyes entering the elevator and
he felt like it was his duty to spread some love to the loveless one with
yellow lilies. He noticed the way she talked in past tense when she talked
about her husband bringing her flowers. The elevator reached her floor and he
too was getting down on the same floor. He was her new neighbor; recently moved
from India to pursue his higher studies and job.</div>
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It was now a regular thing they would bump into each other. He
would always give her his best smile and greetings. This young man made her
remind of her husband when they had moved newly to this flat after their one
year of marriage. She started bumping into him in the park by the lake also
where he would jog around like a maniac for hours when she would take her
leisurely stroll and every time they cross he would invariably give her a
smile. </div>
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Smiles led to small talks and laughter’s and she found a new
friend in him. She could talk anything and everything under the sky with him
and he too reciprocated to the topics with his two cents. They used to laugh
saying ‘how weird are we’ and ‘it only takes one crazy to appreciate and admire
another crazy’. </div>
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The days she met him she beamed with happiness, her loveless
marriage did not bother her anymore. She would sometimes cook something special
and invite her new friend over for a meal. He was more than excited to accept
the offer not because she was the world’s best cook and also not because he
missed home food but because he liked to see the smile on her face and the
twinkle in her eyes. </div>
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Their friendship was growing stronger every passing day and
now they spend more and more time together, sipping a cup of coffee or watching
some stupid romantic flick and making fun of it. What they did, it did not
matter as long as they were doing it in each other’s company. She knew very
well that her neighbor is more than a friend to her now and she too was growing
fond of him, but she discarded the notion as soon as it came to her mind saying
to herself ‘he knows I am married’ . </div>
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Sometimes while watching a movie, he would sit very close,
keeping an arm around her. She would not say anything. Sometimes she also felt
her body leaning towards him and then she suddenly would excuse herself to make
some popcorn to go with the movie.</div>
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He too understands her hesitation and says nothing or does
nothing to offend her. </div>
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One day while she was almost finished making a special
dinner for her husband; she sees a message on her phone saying ‘don’t wait for
me, going for dinner with boss and client.’ She feels rejected. She tries to
remember when last they said ‘I love you’ to each other and truly she could not
remember, was it last anniversary or was it valentine’s day or was it his
birthday when she said she loves him and he said thank you in response. She
can’t remember. ‘Was it really that long time ago’, the thought made her eyes
swell with tears.</div>
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Just then she sees another message on her phone from her
neighbor ‘getting bored! <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">L</span>’
. It instantly brought a smile to her sad teary face. How did this guy know
when she needs some company desperately and how he always knows how to cheer
her up? She replies his message ‘made my special <i>rajma</i>, want to taste? Come over’. Reply comes ‘I am drooling
already, cya in 15’.</div>
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She quickly changes clothes, applies a little makeup and
checks if the house and she herself look presentable enough. Everything looks
good. She feels a little butterfly suddenly in her stomach. What is that
feeling? </div>
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Just after 15 minutes, she hears a knock at the door. She
quickly gets up and runs to the door, or is she running to him? She opens the
door to see the same young man with the big infectious smile holding a bunch of
tulips. She looks at the tulips and at him, he says ‘for u ma’am’. And she
could not even understand how he remembered tulips were her favorite flowers;
her husband also did not know it after 7 years of marriage. She feels
overwhelmed. She does not know what to say. She meekly says. ‘You remember our
first conversation?’ And he says, ‘I cannot forget any of our conversations
ever’. She feels at a loss of words.</div>
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She goes to the kitchen to get the dinner. He follows her.
He helps her set the dinner table and they as usual talk about all the topics
sense or non-sense. The dinner which usually is over in minutes with her husband,
lasts for more than an hour with this friend of hers. She laughs till she cries
and till her stomach hurts. And he makes her laugh till she begs him to stop
because she cannot take it anymore. She loves the time they spend together, how
quickly it passes they both don’t understand. </div>
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At the end of dinner it’s almost midnight and he is still
here. He has never stayed this late. And today she has not asked him to leave
yet. She goes to the kitchen to arrange things and call it a night. She
suddenly feels an arm around her waist hugging her from behind, his other hand
gently touches her hair and tucks it behind her ear tracing it all the way on
her neck and shoulder and arm to hold her around her waist. He pulls her closer
and his lips now kissing her on her neck, where earlier her hair was cascading.
She could hear her own heart beat now, her heart thumping in her chest. She
likes what he is doing, the woman in her surely is responding to his beats and
groove. He does not stop kissing her neck and ear, in between he smells her
hair and she knows he likes it. His arms are now holding her tight and she is
melting away in his strong but loving grip. She turns her face towards him and
lets her body face his. They are hardly inches away from each other. He holds
her in his arms and this time her face is buried in his chest listening to his
heart beat, his heart is also racing wild while a old <i>Kishore Kumar</i> song is playing in the background. She moved her
hands on his back embracing him while she could and he is growing wild in her
passion. At this moment she is no one , but a woman in a man’s arm who wants
her and who wants to love her, pamper her, and as she remembered him once
replying to her question ‘what does your name mean?’ , ‘it means the one who
could show you heaven ;)’ and she wanted that little heaven for herself one
more time.</div>
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She is just there in that moment feeling the love that she
has not felt in a long while. She looks up and sees it in his eyes, there is no
lust for her, but its filled with love, respect, passion. She looks deep in his
eyes and she sees herself ‘Aakankshya’, she is his desire and he is her
temptation. She feels him leaning closer to her, his lips reaching for hers and
at the moment she makes the mistake of seeing his face, instead of
concentrating on his eyes. </div>
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It’s not her husband! </div>
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She gets out of the trance and pulls herself out of his
grip. He stops before his lips could touch hers. The wife in her had triumphed
over the temptation and had successfully crushed a woman’s desires, aakankshya.
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Random Thoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11675964426060586054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528094672243171168.post-6484485260478894532015-08-06T11:45:00.001-07:002015-08-06T11:52:06.471-07:001 Cup Tea by 2 ...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It is monsoon , and it was raining almost everyday the past 1 week . The people who know me also know that I have a close bond with cold and flu , and a even stronger one with tonsillitis. It rains and my friends arrive to pull me down, the sun shines bright and still they don't budge. Its almost like I am a good host to my crazy annoying friends here.<br />
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And today was just the same.<br />
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I woke up with a blocked nose and heavy head yet again. Its 3 days in a row and I am still counting days when finally I will get over them. I woke up only when my house-maid came in the morning for the daily chores , and trust me its not that I am super rich or something , in India its easy and affordable and yes it gives some sense of luxury in my everyday middle class lifestyle.<br />
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I am definitely not a morning person, and that makes it even more difficult for me to pull me out of the warm and cozy bed. The look of the sky outside is still gloomy and for sure it does not add any extra spirit for me to go and get going with the day.<br />
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Just out of bed and I get a ping from my cousin , checking up on me and how I am doing. Its sweet. Living alone is fun most days but not when you are sick. I am still lazing and brooding over the cold, not caring what my maid is doing for the day. While chatting with my cousin and mopping all over the bed trying to gather the courage to get up , she suggests me , 'go make some tulsi-ginger-pepper-clove-honey-tea' , and believe me it actually gave me some hope that someone sitting somewhere kms away cares for me and wants me to get well soon enough.<br />
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I pull myself out of the bed, drape a warm shawl around me, put on my comfy slippers and coyly slip out to face the world.<br />
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I put the biggest cup measure of water to boil with all the herbs and spices in it. Slightly awake now and getting a hold of my surrounding i see my maid is almost done with her tasks and i do notice she is not feeling good herself , coughing and sneezing with those watery eyes...<br />
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I just see her , just as she sees me. We can't really talk as we do not speak any common language. Sign language, some more action and few words here and there of English is all our conversation contains. I can't even ask her how she is feeling or can't even say her to take a day off to take rest if she needs to.<br />
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So shall I just leave her and let her suffer in her world and let me suffer in mine ?<br />
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Recovering myself from my thoughts I realize my tea looks ready. I pulled one more cup from the counter and poured the tea equally for the tow of us.<br />
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Not sure what to say, I just slide the 2nd cup towards her and picked my own; took a long wiff of the steaming tea and sipped with a surrrrd. And then I looked at her and gestured the same. This time we both took a long sip of the tea and let a sigh out almost in unison. I see she liked it. We both sip the rest of the tea in complete silence. No sound other than the blocked noses trying to breathe and the long sighs in between the sips.<br />
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Who says words are needed to communicate , we just talked in the complete silence and wished each other 'get well soon' and gathered enough courage to get started with the day. </div>
Random Thoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11675964426060586054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528094672243171168.post-2646798682392039222014-09-26T05:26:00.003-07:002014-09-26T05:26:57.300-07:00Strange behaviors !!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I am here in Chennai today....<br />
No not on a vacation, but a officially paid trip... wondering why ....<br />
If you know me .... then Yes you are correct, its not work ...i have got no business here ... but i was here today standing in queue ..long queue .... standing in front of the US consulate with many others...<br />
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You know we Indians are too funny.... and we are interested in 2 things ...much more interested in these 2 things than what we are generally known for the 2 things that interests us other than cricket, food and force feeding guests ...<br />
Guess !<br />
Guessed ?<br />
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Today while I was standing in the queue , I had nothing to do for 2 hours (almost) other than to watch people around me....<br />
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And then you see a pattern ....<br />
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Ok let me tell you ... the 2 things which is most talked about :is Marriage and other is US Visa ...<br />
And believe me there is a lot of similarities in both ...<br />
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The people you see in both occasions are anxious , nervous , butterfly in their stomach , they are<br />
prepared in every possible way they can ... they are ready to do it because everyone says them to do so ...because everyone they know has done so... they run behind it as if that is when life begins ...<br />
Be it marriage or US visa interview Indians want to look their best ... they get groomed , wear best clothes, polish shoes and are ready to look presentable to a stranger ......<br />
They keep checking their watches every 2 mins just like in a marriage they wait for the Barat to come .....<br />
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There was a couple standing in-front of me in the queue .... and i was amazed to see how the guy was not letting a single drop of sweat come on his forehead or his wife's forehead .... such PDA and dabbing of sweat every 2 seconds happens between engagement to marriage Or when you are standing in front of the US consulate ....<br />
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Some of them do not know a language but are ready to leave everything behind here and want to delve into it because their Dikra / Chokra (son) is not ready to come back ....<br />
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In India if you are not married you definitely get a stare and you get double stares when you say you are into IT and never got any Visa stamping on your passport ....<br />
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Believe me i get both stares and I get one more when I say one of my passport expired and it never got stamped ....<br />
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I do not know what to make of it .. if you try to stand against the tide , you will definitely get injured badly and if you with it there is good chance you would be a part of the herd..... but somethings make me think 'What are we doing ?'<br />
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And then i am now joining the crowd for a short while.... at-least i will get one less stare now :)<br />
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Random Thoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11675964426060586054noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528094672243171168.post-36666739450587163132014-06-09T01:51:00.000-07:002014-06-10T01:22:48.968-07:00I Am .... <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I am 30 !<br />
I am woman !<br />
I am single !<br />
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But ,<br />
I am not a Poor Girl worth any of your Pity ...<br />
I am not there for you to feel bad about me because i am still single and never married ...<br />
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I am the one who is shying away from family functions and get-together<br />
I am the one hiding from relatives with the question 'When are you getting married ? even my daughter who is younger has a kid now'<br />
I am the one who is dodging from scary aunties with question 'So any Boyfriend ?'<br />
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I am the one who is strong and yet vulnerable ...<br />
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But No More !!!<br />
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I am 30 , and you might say I am eligible for marriage , but you cant tell me I am late for marriage or I should have 2 kids by now ....<br />
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I am NOT you ....<br />
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I am a 30 yrs young woman who is single and successful and happy in her life ...<br />
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I am equally thriving in my personal life, professional life and my social life ...<br />
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I am popular , I am fun<br />
I am hard-working , I am sincere<br />
I am a girl with dreams<br />
I am the one who aims for the stars and shoots high .....<br />
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I will marry when I find my match ...<br />
I will marry who respects me and whom I can respect ...<br />
I will marry when I do not feel intimidated ...<br />
I will marry when a guy will not feel dominated by me ...<br />
I will marry when I will commit to myself ...<br />
I will marry when I will be accepted with all my worth and all my flaws ....<br />
I will marry when I am sure I can still pursue my dreams ...<br />
I will marry when speaking of the truth will not hurt the other ....<br />
I will marry when in the bleakest of my days someone can bring a smile on my face .....<br />
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I will marry when I will have doubts and butterflies in my stomach for the new change , but when that upcoming change still brings a smile on my face and not a<br />
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frown ...<br />
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I will marry when I have my Mr Right ..... Who would bring out the best in me .... Who would inspire me everyday .... Who would be my friend , my guide for life .....<br />
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Who would make me a better person .... Who would change me from 'happy' to 'happier' .... Who would be my company for better or for worse ... Who would be<br />
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better half ...<br />
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I will marry when I feel lucky to have That someone in my life and That someone feels lucky to have me .....<br />
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I am ready to wait till then ....<br />
I do not write fairy tales ..... I am practical and optimistic ...<br />
So I know I have no imaginary expectations of a knight in shining armor , but as any regular girl I need to have a partner who is a regular guy who can sweep me<br />
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off my feet .....<br />
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Is that too much to ask for ?<br />
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And my dear parents , please do not increase your BP over your daughter's marriage ...<br />
Have some faith in her ...<br />
She is your daughter, she has your up-bringing , she has your values and morals ...<br />
She is successful when you have guided her and when you were her only support system ...<br />
You have taught her respect , respect for self and others , equally ...<br />
You have taught her to be independent , you have made her strong that she can fight her own battles ....<br />
Once in a while she cries , but she knows you are there , she finds her strength back in you ...<br />
And now when she takes her lessons seriously you want her to compromise .... you want her to marry any guy who agrees to marry her ... why ... even if she has a<br />
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limb less , she still has the right to say No ....<br />
You have always wanted her to be a good student, good at sports , the head school girl ....<br />
When you were not satisfied with her OK grades and pushed her for better , Can she not wait for a moment , take a breather and wait for the Company she<br />
<br />
deserves in her lifetime ....<br />
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You might say , she does not understand you and will not until she is a parent..<br />
True ... Very True ...<br />
But can you not understand her , you were also there once , where she is now ....<br />
She is also fighting everyday her own battles and trying to keep her head held high ....<br />
Don't add on to her battles ... Support her ... She needs you ... She has not known a world higher than yours ...<br />
She has seen your love and she wants exactly the same for herself ....<br />
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Dear parents<br />
She is not saying she is not getting married...<br />
She is just saying don't force her the moment she is 22 .... or don't force her because she has turned 30 now ....<br />
Do not be sad when you friends introduce you to their grand-kids ....<br />
Do not feel shy or ashamed that your daughter is still unmarried ....<br />
Sooner or Later she would .... And even if she decides not to one day ... Be with her ... that's when she would need you even more .....<br />
Do not loose you Child for the want of a Grand-Child ....<br />
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Random Thoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11675964426060586054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528094672243171168.post-59166978656148174862014-04-30T11:54:00.001-07:002014-04-30T12:25:09.871-07:00My love for Khasta Kachori !!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<u><b>Ingredients for stuffing :</b></u></div>
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1 cup yellow split Moong Dal </div>
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<u><b>Masala used for stuffing :</b></u></div>
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1 pinch of Hing / Asafoetida </div>
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1 tbsp Zeera / Cumin seeds</div>
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2 tbsp Saunf / Fennel seeds</div>
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1 tsp Ajwain / Carom seeds</div>
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1 tsp Dhaniya / Coriander seeds</div>
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1 tsp Methi / Fenugreek seeds</div>
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5/6 red Chilli</div>
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1 tbsp Sugar</div>
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Salt as per taste</div>
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Finely chopped Coriander leaves </div>
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2 tbsp Oil</div>
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2 Green Chilli finely chopped (optional ) </div>
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<u><b>Ingredients for outer shell of kachori :</b></u></div>
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1 cup Maida / All purpose flour </div>
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1/4 cup Oil / Ghee / Butter </div>
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1 tsp Salt </div>
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<u><b>For Frying : </b></u></div>
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Oil for deep frying<b> : </b>sufficient amount in a wide mouth Kadai / Pan<br />
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<b>Step 1 : Preparation for stuffing </b><br />
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<li>Soak for 30 mins in warm water and cover it. </li>
<li>By the time the dal is soaked in water we can start with dry roasting the masala (except for hing , salt , sugar and coriander leaves).</li>
<li>Dry Roast it till a beautiful aroma start coming and as the masala turns golden brown keep it out of heat.</li>
<li>Keep it aside till it completely cools down before grinding it to a fine powder.</li>
<li>After 30 mins drain the water out of dal and leave it a strainer for some time.</li>
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<li>To make the outer shell of the kachori , mix the flour , salt and oil /ghee with light hands.</li>
<li>The mix would be close to a short crust pastry (not exactly but close)</li>
<li>Now to make dough start by adding water little by little to bring the all the flour together.</li>
<li>Keep the dough softer than what we usually make for rotis.</li>
<li>Do not knead it.</li>
<li>Leave it as it is , Cover it will damp cloth / lid (make sure it not exposed to air at any time)</li>
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<li>Once the dal is completely dry , coarsely grind it in a hand blender (without any water)</li>
<li>Put 2 tbsp Oil in a pan , add pinch of hing , add the grounded dal , the masala powder , coriander leaves , salt and sugar </li>
<li>Fry the dal till it turns golden and all the masala is mixed properly with dal</li>
<li>Keep frying till it looks like a dry powder, if it looks too dry sprinkle a little water or add 1 tbsp oil to the mixture.</li>
<li>Keep the stuffing aside till it cools down completely</li>
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<b>Step 4 : Making the Kachori ready</b></div>
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<li>Before making kachori lightly knead the dough and bring it together.</li>
<li>Take a small portion of the dough (size of a small lemon) , and using some dry flour in hand make a small cup / bowl like structure to add stuffing</li>
<li>Heap the center of dough with a generous amount of the stuffing </li>
<li>Close it like we close momo's / modak </li>
<li>Keep the stuffed portion on a flat surface / rolling base / chakla </li>
<li>Make sure to keep the side on top which has the seams (the closing side of the peda)</li>
<li>Using fingers start patting the portion and evenly start spreading it to make it a flat tikki (You can also use a rolling pin to flatten it)</li>
<li>Keep it thick 6 - 7 mm thick </li>
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<b>Step 5 : Deep Frying </b></div>
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<li>When 2 to 3 of the kachoris are ready with stuffing , pour generous amount of oil (1/2 lt) in a flat bottomed pan</li>
<li>Heat it . But it should not be smoking hot . We need it just luke warm. Keep the flame low .</li>
<li>Start adding the kachoris to oil . The kachoris should rise slowly to the top . </li>
<li>Gently turn the sides of the kachori and keep doing it every 2 mins till both sides turn golden brown.</li>
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<li><b>Quick test to know if oil is in perfect temperature :</b> take a very small / tiny portion of the dough and put it in the oil . If the dough rises to top immediately and turn brown quickly its too hot , DO NOT put the kachoris now , they will be brown on top and under-cooked inside. If the Oil is in correct temperature the kachoris would rise very very slowly to the top and slowly would puff too.</li>
<li><b>Moin / Oil added to flour : </b>The ratio of flour : oil should be 4 : 1 , ie the oil should be exactly 1/4 of the flour to make the kachoris Khasta .</li>
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Random Thoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11675964426060586054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528094672243171168.post-68822362797019926852013-09-23T06:49:00.003-07:002014-10-02T02:39:24.750-07:00Benefits of being a Gal !!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Oh ya....<br />
<br />
There are lots of benefits being a gal....<br />
People treat you differently and sometimes its to your benefits.....<br />
You come from a weaker sex .... so to enable them you get extra powers.....<br />
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Travelling in a public transport.... you deserve to sit...<br />
In India i have seen the bus ticket conductors make sure no guy is taking the 'ladies' seats.... what a relief when u get a seat when someone else is standing ...<br />
While travelling in a group with friends.... gals tend to get the better seats, better rooms in hotels...<br />
The Queue in the 'ladies' counter are comparatively smaller in train stations and airport check ins....<br />
One day you announce ...you are bored of work and don't want to work anymore... no one would point a finger and say 'do you really want to live with your husband's support' ... dare this a guy... its truly a dare.....<br />
Try on any outfit you look amazing.... a guy try a gals outfit .... i cant stop laughing imagining that......<br />
Whether you have a son or daughter does not matter, you would always be a friend to your kids.... That does not go very well with the dear dads all the time......<br />
If a girl is authoritative , she is respected for her strength .. if a girl is sweet , she is still adored for her politeness ..... very rarely have i seen a extremely sweet guy being admired for his extreme sweetness .....<br />
You can be termed as feminist ...but not really sexist ....<br />
and for being a feminist you wont be hated by the other community (the boys) as a guy would be hated by your community for being sexist......<br />
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Its amazing being a gal.... gal power rocks....</div>
Random Thoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11675964426060586054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528094672243171168.post-76591373024582175622013-09-23T06:10:00.000-07:002014-10-02T02:36:27.688-07:003 yrs !!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Its been 8 years since i have started my professional life....<br />
Its been 12 years i have set foot in my engg college.....<br />
Its been 14 years since i have left high school and entered college life....<br />
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and<br />
Its been 3 years i have lived in Bangalore....<br />
<br />
Never imagined, i will be coming down to this city to live...<br />
I had always imagined it in my head as a city for short tours....weekend getaways....and fun with friends....<br />
<br />
But now i am a part of it....<br />
I am part of the high rise apartments mushrooming around....<br />
I am part of the white collared crowd of the city...<br />
I am part of the traffic...<br />
I am part of the rain and the sun and the breeze which sails the clouds.....<br />
I am part of the beauty of this city and i am part of the ugliness here.......<br />
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I still cannot relate myself as a Bangalorean ..but as they say the thing you run from is the thing you run to ....earth is round.... :(<br />
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I might still be clinging onto my past, the leisure i had..but now i think its time to move on.... and accept it as it has accepted me.....<br />
Bangalore ..i dont hate you anymore....i am at peace with you.....give me more time i might start loving you as well....<br />
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Random Thoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11675964426060586054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528094672243171168.post-13162165802778130822012-09-24T11:22:00.004-07:002013-09-23T06:37:15.535-07:00Infidelity -Its Physical or Mental ???<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
yes you have read it right ...<br />
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i am asking you , whats your opinion..<br />
<br />
in our generation we come across a lot of people which lot of twisted life events....<br />
divorce, infidelity, extra marital affairs ..... and poor LOVE is all to blame....<br />
<br />
there will be a lot of people judging the above group ....<br />
they might not be part of the heinous crime as they call it extra marital affair , but among them there would be bigger lot who would want to do it but don't have the courage to so they simply blame the ones who do it...<br />
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when you ask them if its in your mind , if you are really lusting for a stranger other than your partner then are you not being incorrect and the simple answer that comes is "wanting to murder someone and murdering someone are different" so 'coz they are 'wanting' they are not incorrect but those who go beyond 'wanting' to 'doing' are the wrong ones...<br />
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But i say is murder and cheating all the same, is there not a difference between them....<br />
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If you are committed to your partner mentally and physically both are you doing the justice to them, are you in Love then ?<br />
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Random Thoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11675964426060586054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528094672243171168.post-13069979400309372202012-09-24T11:22:00.001-07:002013-09-23T06:37:37.789-07:00Tough Choices !!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
its not just me or you or your best friend , but its everyone, everyone of us are there at some point or the other.... <br />
<br />
Where choosing the right from the wrong becomes tough<br />
When we are clouded by emotions and need time to think straight ..<br />
When we need to know if your happiness is more important than others ..<br />
When being selfish is Ok and when its not<br />
When you need to be Sane and leave Insanity behind....<br />
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But these tough choices that we are forced to make , Its never easy, remember we call them tough choices ....but <br />
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if we can choose wisely....<br />
they make us a better person than we are already ..... So for the tough decisions you have made and are about to make ..... best of luck... be sane... </div>
Random Thoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11675964426060586054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528094672243171168.post-81504262949441504532012-09-24T10:53:00.003-07:002012-09-24T11:33:40.083-07:00Loosing Virginity !!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
In my previous post i have written about Life time of Mating, surely they are not humans :) <br />
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But at the same time there is one more discussion ......<br />
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We young generation, move too fast....<br />
Now we make sure that no one knows we are still virgin....<br />
loosing virginity is like a big thing for youngsters .... as if there is some exam they need to appear sometime and as much experience they can accumulate is that good....<br />
I am not a person ..who says its wrong..<br />
but we need to understand something more ... Is Virginity a virtue .... <br />
Or if loosing it is really so Cool....<br />
<br />
If you ask me , i would say one thing....<br />
Surely possessing Virginity is not a virtue but at the same time loosing it just for the sake of loosing it is also not so cool....<br />
<br />
Loosing or keeping your virginity should happen only when you are a legal adult.... <br />
when you can deal with consequences if any...<br />
and most importantly ....<br />
you should loose it for the one person whom you love and who loves you back ..... not just for some trickster or not for the sake that none of your friends are virgin anymore..<br />
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Be witty in choosing and taking the big decision...<br />
after all.. all our first times are memorable in their own way.... and you will definitely not like to have a bad memory....<br />
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Random Thoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11675964426060586054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528094672243171168.post-12832253592353304452012-09-24T10:24:00.003-07:002012-09-24T11:36:37.601-07:00The Lesson of True Love !!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
We have heard so many of them ....love stories...<br />
Shakespeare has written them<br />
Nicholas Sparks is writing them <br />
Bollywood and Hollywood movies are creating them <br />
Our Grandparents have narrated them... <br />
<br />
But there are few love stories that are untold , unheard, but they exist...<br />
Nature narrates them to us in its own ways ....<br />
<br />
There are species like Gibbons, Penguins, Love birds, Swans , Alabatross, Turtle Doves<br />
and can you believe Wolves , Black Vlutures and Bald Eagles also , form a life time of bonding and mating.....<br />
<br />
We humans at some point of time were just like them ....<br />
fall in love , get married and consumate your love ..... then form a bond for eternity ......<br />
<br />
Now also in many countires there is a rule to have one spouse at a time....<br />
But then there is no rule or no concept of Mating for a life time....<br />
<br />
When 2 swans twist their neck and form the Heart shape , they have decided for a life time of mating....<br />
Love Birds cannot live any longer when one of them dies .....<br />
the Gibbons are co-dominating creatures, the male and female are treated equal in their relation .....<br />
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Penguins share their responsibilities every mating season and raise their kids in unison and god forbid if one of them falls traps to the cruel nature or the predators ... the other takes on the responsibility of raising the kid and vows for 'no more love with anyone else' <br />
<br />
But<br />
We humans just move too fast.... living in the moment and moving on at the next chance ....<br />
Is our love story good enough to be passed on to the next generation ..... <br />
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Random Thoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11675964426060586054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528094672243171168.post-83704814273987291622012-09-24T06:51:00.002-07:002012-09-24T06:51:24.707-07:00Oppurtunity of the open Window !!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Have you ever heard that.... the Oppurtunity of the Open Window...<br />
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There are few people who know, few understand the importance of it and then there are few who know understand it and never implement it.....<br />
<br />
So for the ones who do not understand ....<br />
<br />
Its when someone u have desired for sometime to be with, for someone who u have admired and wanted to be in with a relationship is suddenly avaialble, its in between decisions , in between deciding whats next and whos next and you swoop in just in time to free them from their worries....<br />
<br />
So, wait for the right oppurtunity and dont haste into anything ruining it... (its easier said than done i know it...)<br />
<br />
It might sound quite manupulative , but u know what they say right... everything is fair in love and war....<br />
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Random Thoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11675964426060586054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528094672243171168.post-54222242383126357732012-09-24T06:25:00.000-07:002012-09-24T06:25:59.562-07:00Independent Gal !!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />Recently i happened to watch the movie "Heroine", starred Kareena Kapoor...<br />
A smart, independent, top-notch actress .... her journey from fame and success to being love - struck and miserable , and then her journey to downfall and struggle for revival....<br />
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But the movie shows a lot of aspects of a lady..<br />
<br />
How she cares for one<br />
How she is attention seeker<br />
How she can do anything for the one she loves<br />
How she can go mad at thoughts of loosing the loved ones<br />
How she is watchful, careful<br />
How she is protective<br />
How she is manupulative<br />
How she sometimes plays the victim even when she is not<br />
How she go to extreme to protect the self<br />
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There are a lot of positives and negatives, there are lot of sane and insane decisions shown in the movie...<br />
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But there is something glaringly visible , oh obviously other than the faishonable clothes and the perfect bod Kareena is flaunting , and that is insecurity ....<br />
<br />
However rich or poor , independent or not so independent , every gal craves for Love....<br />
<br />
Love is the ruling stone for a woman, she can ruin lives and build dynasties for the simple thing Love for someone.....<br />
However shallow she looks , however super-egoistic she is, however strong she seems, however independent she portrays herself as.... she is a soft person in the core, the person who craves for true love, seeks her true mate, her legs become shaky when she is with him and her knees go weak when he admits his love for her...<br />
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so how-much-ever cold and independent a gal portrays her , never go by looks.......<br />
she loves to be seeked, to be nourtured , to be protected, to be pampered....<br />
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she feels powerful not when she has wealth , health , propsperity and kingdom, not when she has hordes of servants and slaves, not even when she has an army at her command.<br />
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she is powerful when she is with the one person.. who makes her feel the most beautiful , most desirable , most adorable ...when she is secure in his arms..... then she feels her true Power .......<br />
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To know she is the most vulnerable and yet the most powerful person at the same moment .......<br />
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Random Thoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11675964426060586054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528094672243171168.post-67605899191213479002012-09-18T07:34:00.001-07:002012-09-18T07:36:55.632-07:00SugarLess Barfi !!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I have recently watched the hindi movie Barfi !!!<br />
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I am not a film critic and dont aspire to be one ever....<br />
but this movie it was so meaningful, that i am bound to write about it<br />
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A love story, a journey of a deaf-mute person falling in love , lossing it for practicality and then finally finding his true love.....<br />
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Love can happen more than once, true.....<br />
True love can happen more than once, dont know..... <br />
But when u find true love, than all Practicality dissolves away and you are just blissful......<br />
<br />
A deaf and mute person and a autistic girl, <br />
One does not have speech and one does not really learn to speak...<br />
But the love between them speaks..... <br />
<br />
The women's instinct when she sees a potential threat, how she feels protective of her love , how she is jealous in love, and how she loves to dress up for her love... its all there..... <br />
<br />
RK and PC have done awesome job, <br />
even if Mr Basu seems to have watched quite a deal of english movie to bring back some moments, some style and some music score from them,<br />
he has woven a magic and you are going to fall for it....<br />
<br />
It has comedy, tradedy, love, hatred, sadness, honesty, dis-honesty .... every character just plays their perfect role....<br />
The story is simple ... but the presentation matters and Mr Basu has done a brilliant job in bringing back the era of 1972, 1978 and putting is perfectly nice with the Present..... <br />
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The by-cycle rides, the hero with a moustache (the gentleman's pehchan) , the Radio and the black and white era.... limited dialouges... some suspense and odles of emotions... makes it a perfect movie for me....<br />
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watch is once and watch it again.... enjoy the Sugar less Barfi.... its in for all seasons . moods and generations.... </div>
Random Thoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11675964426060586054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528094672243171168.post-40225958559282141462012-09-18T06:54:00.002-07:002012-09-18T06:55:51.563-07:00LOVE and Belief !!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />
I recently was reading the book called "The Secret" and it says how much powerful is our power of positive thinking... how it can impact our life and how we can get it all what we want.....<br />
<br />
I have learned Reiki and it also is the same, positive thinking helps in healing.<br />
<br />
You just not have to think positive but you need to believe it it...<br />
<br />
I am by birth an Optimistic , love so see the brighter side of life and everything always.. i have lot of faith in myself and the things that i have got lined up by destiny....<br />
<br />
When then i think back and reflect on myself, then i can say i am a Hopeless Romantic.<br />
I believe in Love... ever since and always...... <br />
I really dont believe in Knight in Shining Armour but i believe in Soulmates...<br />
I beleve that one day i am going to meet my Mr Right, (<em>thoda tedha medha par mera and sirf mera</em>)<br />
<br />
I have always beleved it these words <em>" Mujhe aaj bhi uska intezaar hai jise meri tarah pyaar se pyaar hai"</em> (a dialouge from the movie <em>'Maine Pyaar Kiya' </em>) <br />
<br />
But i have never seen this happenings....<br />
I am 28 + , soon to be 29 and if till now this has not happened to me, then when will it happen....<br />
Now i have started doubting it all.... <br />
<br />
Ice Age 4 ...<br />
Diego: "I don't know what's wrong with me. I can't eat, I can't sleep..."<br />
Manny: "Oh, I know what you've got. The L word."<br />
Sid: "Yeah, leprosy."<br />
Manny: "No, its four letters, starts with L -- ends with E..."<br />
Sid: "Oh yeah, lice!"<br />
Manny: "No!"<br />
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Even Diego fell in love with Shira. <br />
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People who dont believe it it, seem to have found love much ahead of me.<br />
So i am thinking if this Secret is true or just bullshit..... <br />
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Random Thoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11675964426060586054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528094672243171168.post-79640091838236401452012-09-18T06:23:00.000-07:002012-09-18T06:23:59.152-07:00Century !!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
This is my 100th post on this blog ( i mean on my only blog :) and it took me 5 years to write my 100th blog, don't be surprised i am still an amateur, it takes time for some )<br />
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And I am kind of clueless what shall be it, what topic shall i choose to write about......<br />
I thought a lot and nada... no idea....nothing rings....<br />
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Co-incidently its Teacher's Day in India (5th of Sept) , celebrated on the birth date of Dr <span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" id="fbPhotoPageCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption">Sarvepalli Radhakrishnan (5 September 1888 - 17 April 1975), Teacher and second President of India.</span></span> , who was a visionary...<br />
He had the vision of taking education seriously in India.<br />
<span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" id="fbPhotoPageCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption">"The end-product of education should be a free creative man, who can battle against historical circumstances and enemies of nature. A life of joy and happiness is possible only on the basis of knowledge and science." </span></span><br />
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<span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" id="fbPhotoPageCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption">This teachers day i am not only thankful to all my teachers and the very special ones whom i have remembered fondly in this blog here (http://randomwantonthoughts.blogspot.in/2008/09/happy-teachers-day.html) , but this teachers day i am here to thank to all the people around me who have taught me something somewhere in these 28 years of my life.</span></span><br />
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Random Thoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11675964426060586054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528094672243171168.post-46904643400793827072012-09-01T16:23:00.002-07:002012-09-01T16:28:19.302-07:00My First M&B !!!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I know you would be curious...<br />
Why the hell this person is writing about her first M&B reading....<br />
Oh ! she still has the memory at this age to tell us about her first M&B....<br />
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Wrong... All of u...<br />
<br />
Some kids are slow... dont you know that....<br />
And time to disclose i am one of those.....<br />
<br />
Kids start with M&B series probably when there are in early teens <br />
Even the one i picked (by mistake), the author says she has been reading this series from age of 11 , and she has read the generations of M&B series starting from sixties till date....<br />
<br />
But what was i doing at 11 ? <br />
What the kids do in their early teens i am doing in my late twenties ..... <br />
Why the hell i was/am such a slow kid ???
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But whatever damage is done is all over, no way back for me.....
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<br />
When i was not much of an ardent reader ; one of my friends used to tell me pick up one of these and read it...<br />
She would say .....these are good.....they have everything, emotion , tragedy, action, reaction, suspense, story , plot , everything .... it would be like watching a Bollywood movie or a Chick Flick...
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<br />
Though i like these movies , sweet RomComs type , i still never had any urge to indulge myself into books and even if i hoped to it some time i never really felt myself attracted to the sought after M&B ones....<br />
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But as they say 'Never Say Never' ....<br />
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Recently it just happened with me ....
When i was surfing through new arrivals in the online portal Flipkart, and i was aiming to buy a simple kind of a book, easy to read, not too loaded with emotions, probably with a happy ending ..... i somehow stumbled upon this one ..... and i liked it ... i ordered it and when it arrived .....<br />
<br />
OH !!!
on its front page there it was ...the logo....the marking....huge and nicely visible......
M&B ......<br />
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So this is how i own one of those ....The story of how i got My first M&B..... </div>
Random Thoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11675964426060586054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528094672243171168.post-82486936242439788502012-08-25T13:34:00.003-07:002012-09-01T16:24:00.002-07:00The Perfect One !!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Some time back i had a FB status <i>' Kisi mahaan insaan ne kaha hai -- </i><span class="userContent"><i>"Kabhi Kabhi Imperfect chiz Perfect chiz se jyada acchi lagti hai" '</i></span><br />
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<span class="userContent">All our life we all have done a lot of things , education , job, friends , fun .... but in all these as humans we have always felt the need of a companion, someone who is exclusive for us.... </span><br />
<span class="userContent"><i></i></span><br />
<span class="userContent">Everyone is waiting for their Ms or Mr Perfect ...</span><br />
<span class="userContent">Lot of my friends are now married or in a relationship , may be they got theirs Perfect one or may be not...</span><br />
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<span class="userContent">In this process a lot of people have asked me the question, what would i like to see in my Mr Perfect , what would be the qualities i would like in him...</span><br />
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<span class="userContent">I have tried a lot to think about the must have, good to have,must not have in him...... but i have realized one thing in this process....... </span><br />
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<span class="userContent">I am not a perfect person, and no other person is perfect, </span><br />
<span class="userContent">So , if any guy is not a perfect person for me than obviously i will never be a perfect person for him also.... </span><br />
<span class="userContent">So two imperfect people .... how can they ever have a perfect life , how can they be happy and live a happily ever after life....</span><br />
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<span class="userContent">Truth is..... the happily ever after is always true in a perfect setting of a fairy tale world, but in this real and imperfect world we strive every day very hard to have a perfect life .....</span><br />
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<span class="userContent">So how to know who the Perfect person is ?</span><br />
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<span class="userContent">i would say the question is wrong ...... its not about the Perfect Person , its about the Imperfect Person who is just Right for you and only you ...... </span><br />
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<span class="userContent">So for all the people who want to know what i want ..... i dont have the bullet point answer for them yet... and i dont think i will ever have it ... but one answer i have for myself.... </span><br />
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<span class="userContent">The key to happy life not to find the Mr Perfect or crying about not finding Mr Perfect .... </span><br />
<span class="userContent">Adaptability and Change are the key of existence... and everyone changes in life.... </span><br />
<span class="userContent"><br /></span><span class="userContent">And the answer per me for a happy life with your better half is your desire to put efforts.... </span><br />
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<span class="userContent">Its all about the effort we put in changing for a person or in making a person understand our point of view...</span><br />
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<span class="userContent">And till we enjoy, really enjoy and see the fun in the efforts we put for the other person , in changing our selves or in understanding them or in making them understand us ..... we can guarantee a happy life ...</span><br />
<span class="userContent"><i><br /></i></span><span class="userContent"><i>So , its not about finding the Perfect one for me, but its finding the flawed one with whom i would love to change for a better life ... where both can loose some individuality and make a common identity </i></span><br />
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Random Thoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11675964426060586054noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528094672243171168.post-55529036889766465572012-08-25T11:31:00.003-07:002012-08-25T11:31:30.893-07:00Winning !!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Recently in my office we had a event.... it was fun frolic and freedom...set on the backdrop of Independence Day celebration we could see a lot of enthusciastic participants for a lot of competetions that we organized....<br />
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There were competitions targetting all kind of audiences in office.... the very energetic , very enthusciastic types.. the very sportive ones... the one good at certain games... the ones who are good at acting / singing and also for the ones who are good at jugaad ....<br />
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But something else i could see in all these events.... <br />
The main intention of these games and wide range we offered on the plate was for a sole reason of "ice-breaking" ...<br />
so that people know each other, the work environment improves and people get comfortable working in this environment.....<br />
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I was part of the organizing team as well as an active participant in the activities / games ..<br />
As we had this fun-filled week going on, we had a lot <i>Masti</i> , i got to know a lot of people and lot of people got to know me....<br />
The event was definitely successful.....<br />
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But during these fun games one more side of people came out....<br />
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Everyone wanted to win, everyone wanted to get a prize...<br />
You would ask me , "So whats wrong ? " There is nothing wrong in winning or having the thoughts and aspiration to win... after all a healthy competition brings out the best in us...<br />
But winning is required when there is a competition ... when we were just having events and not competition how does it matter who wins...<br />
People did not just participate for fun, they participated asking what would they get if they win.... <br />
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When someone wins there is someone who is losing, <br />
but this was not at all our intention , we never intended to declare on person as winner and the others as losers......<br />
Cant we judge which are Competitions and which are just Activities.... <br />
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If these grown ups behave like this what would they be able to teach the future generation... <br />
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Random Thoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11675964426060586054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528094672243171168.post-44383960613496446912012-08-20T12:27:00.001-07:002012-08-20T12:27:09.861-07:00Cocktail !!! <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I very recently happened to watch the newest Bollywood flick "Cocktail" .... <br />
And the story-line invariably reminded me of few more movies.... like the SRK - Kajol - Rani Superhit "Kuch Kuch Hota Hai" or the Hrithik- Rani- Kareena flick "Mujhse Dosti Karoge"<br />
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Every time i watch such a movie a single thought keeps coming to my mind.... Why.... What.... <br />
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Why... Why the hell a best friend cannot be your girlfriend... <br />
What...What do you get being such Hypocrites...<br />
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A Gal is the best buddy to a Guy coz she is cool , bindaas , happy-go-lucky, easy to gel with kind of a person... the kind of person whom you can share everything that comes to your mind and everything that is close to your heart.....<br />
But ... the same gal cannot ever be the girl-friend.... the girl-friend is always the more classy one , the more beautiful one, the one person who you have not known properly but you can feel the guitar playing in the back ground......<br />
<br />
Why is this , What is this ?<br />
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Suddenly everything that mattered in your friend is useless and you need someone who would be approved by your mother....<br />
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Suddenly the bindaas attitude cannot be tolerated anymore....<br />
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A carefree , <em>jhalli </em> , who knows you in a much better way has to make way for a sassy girl....<br />
Why is that the same characters what made the gal and the boy the best of friends now are the biggest hindarances from becoming of their bf and gf...<br />
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Why is that tom-boyish attitude which is so appreciated in frnship now so hated when the same person proposes as a Beau ..... <br />
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Random Thoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11675964426060586054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528094672243171168.post-48076435617069504502012-06-14T11:32:00.001-07:002012-06-14T11:32:49.012-07:00Opposites Attract !!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
We have listened to so many stories and so many songs …… the M&B classics…. Our Bollywood movies…<br />We have read about a rich gurl in love with a poor guy or vice versa…The Cinderella gets her Prince Charming….<br />
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And we always have seen some things common to all these…. <br />
One of such things is ….Opposites Attract…. <br />
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True right… every one of us must have felt that at some time in their lives…. <br />
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A strong attraction to something / someone which we don’t have … The qualities we always felt like having but never could acquire….. A charming smile…. Bubbly attitude…. A beautiful dance move… A melodious voice… A …and the list is endless…. Each one of you could add something to the list… <br />
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But I don’t know if that is all we need ‘ For a life time supply of happiness’….<br />
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How long the attraction lasts… sometimes minutes, sometimes a lifetime… But have you wondered why there is this difference ?<br />
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Is Opposites Attract enough for a love story to sustain, The Smile to have its charm at ‘teen’ and also lasting till the age of 'A set of fake teeth’…. <br />
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Do you have a theory … why some love stories are momentous and some are epics… What is the secret to the ‘....And they lived happily ever after.....'<br />
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I wondered on this thought for a long time and I have realized that if a story begins with ‘Opposite Attracts’ then it would have lots of lovely chapters added to it if the second part of the story has ‘Similarity Adheres ‘… <br />
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And I feel that…<br />
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This is when you look back you can always see a lovely start and a great finish to your own classic love story….. <br />
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“Opposites Attract …But....Only Like Adheres….”<br />
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</div>Random Thoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11675964426060586054noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528094672243171168.post-33388564464899564902011-08-30T12:58:00.000-07:002011-08-30T13:11:36.756-07:00Otty in Monsoons !!!It was my 2nd visit to Ooty aka Utkamandalam.....monsoons of 2010...<br />
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my first vist to Ooty was in peak winter's , new yr 2007, 5 friends and an awesome driver made the trip memorable in many ways......<br />
more days spend , more sites visited, many obstacles handled and it was one of its kind visit.<br />
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But the 2nd visit to Ooty or rather would say to Coonoor was short and sweet...<br />
just 4 of us.... and a indica...just 2 days... a debutant driver for out of the city limits drive and monsoons.....<br />
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The trip was planned suddenly, arrangements made on the run and home stay booked after reaching ...<br />
in all this nothing went bad, thanks to our luck :)<br />
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we planned to start very early in the morning , but one dear friend of ours always has the habit of challenging time and so we started almost 2 hrs late than our plans...<br />
it was just dawn and 4 enthusciasts started for the long road journey...<br />
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it was very first time i tasted Muda Idli and i am a fan since then of Kamath's Muda Idli.... <br />
it was almost 9.00 when we crossed the city i adore - the city with the very beautiful , majestic and twinkiling palace , city of Mysore....<br />
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we started on perfect day with bit of sun and clouds sailing up in the sky ... but by the time we reached mysore it was getting hotter...<br />
we were enthusciastically waiting for the Bandipur forest reserve to start in the hopes of some shade....<br />
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Bandipur came with all its pleasantness.... the winderness .... silence.... ocassional vehichles crossing.... many wild animals harmlessly roaming... and 5 of us enjoying the drive.. looking at the great western ghats in front of us at sky high range.....<br />
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Gradually we started gaining height and by the time we reached ooty we were part of the sky high majestic niligiris.... <br />
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Now the tough call came... with all the rain and lunch and short-sweet pykara visit we had lost time ... <br />
Ooty by 4.00 pm in Sept evening was almost dark and desserted.... <br />
We decided to go directly to Conoor in the hopes of covering at least some view points before it was completely dark ...<br />
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Looking for directions and asking the few lonely souls on our way we managed to guide our amateur driver to the mountains of coonoor.. <br />
By the time we reached Lamb's rock view point all we could see was clouds sailing below and sound of rain on our shoulders... <br />
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with 2-3 hot hot cups of local tea we got some warmth and hopes ..<br />
and we started asking the shop-wala about some place to stay for the night...<br />
someone overheard us and urged to help... and we became skeptical to appreciate his help, with so much unknown fears but with a "marta kya na karta" feeling we started following the person to the hotel location....<br />
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a home stay, name was not visible, no network on phone, and super hungry...<br />
no energy to bargain the prices at those hours we decided to take one big room with extra mattresses arranged....<br />
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but it was one of the most amazing experiences i have ever had....<br />
bon-fire , dinner arranged outdoors - a full buffet of local veggie delight and authentic food from the slopes of ooty....<br />
as we retired to our room, there were discussions about old days.. college life.... happiness and miseries... the then life and hopes and despairs...<br />
the fun... and what not....<br />
<br />
we slept late , but around 5.00 am i woke up and when i tried to see outside the room which was all darkness the previous night was now "wowwwwwww .. breathtaking ...."<br />
the whole of metupalayam city was visible.... our home stay all surrounded by lush green tea estates of conoor and the trail to the top of lamb's rock just at our backyards.....<br />
it was truly an experience to remember my whole life..... <br />
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with not much time to spare and just the sunday available for all the sight seeing and return journey to cover we started getting ready....<br />
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a sumptuous breakfast.... a small walk to explore the local.... lots of photography...... and we were set to head to ooty...<br />
with minimal time spent in ooty sight seeing we just sticked to boating in ooty lake ..that too from a back door entry :) ...saved us time....<br />
shopped for chocolates and headed for bangalore....<br />
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but to our worries, it started pouring and the visibility was confined to less than a meter only...<br />
with the fear that bandipur gates would be closed if it becomes late we just prayed for our lives while we descended the western ghats range....<br />
somehow we made it safely to the plains and were back in our familiar cozy beds in our respective homes by 3.00 am.... <br />
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a weekend full of stories to tell and experiences to share...<br />
my 2nd ooty visit ..summarized here and the movie still playing in my head Random Thoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11675964426060586054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528094672243171168.post-29511060375172552042011-08-30T12:31:00.000-07:002011-08-30T12:31:05.981-07:00Authenticity and Globalization !!!U like "Agra ka Petha" , "Mathura ke pede" , "Bengali Rasogulla" , "Odisha Chenapoda" , "Chennai MysorePak" , "Gujrati Dhokla" , "Mumbai Bhakarwadi" , "Hyderabadi Karachi Bakery" .....<br />
<br />
Some years ago .. these things were not so easily available everywhere....<br />
When we name a particular thing and relate it to a particular place we understand the connection... <br />
<br />
Someone coming from a certain place used to ger souverniers for friends and family... but now all we see is big brands and globalization....<br />
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Its not like that this new concept has not helped us in our daily walk of our lives but its worth understanding that it has also managed to vanish the charm of certain things...<br />
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Now you dont need to travel all the way to Kasmir to get a Kasmiri galicha or a pashmina shawl... it is now available in all the kasmiri emporiums across the country....<br />
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Some one travelling all the way from Hyd to a different city with a big box of the authentic Karachi Bakery bisuits if hears from the native of the other city " its available in our nearby supermarket as well" ... it breaks the heart for sure.....<br />
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Also . the so called Rasgullas of some big brands if try to match the local taste from Bengal and Odisha then i will laugh at it for sure....<br />
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So, i still have these random thoughts about this Authenticity Vs Globalization and i will still have apprehensions for all the readily avaialble things which are named authentic by the makers and the takers.... Random Thoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11675964426060586054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528094672243171168.post-52609073683516637032011-08-30T12:18:00.000-07:002011-08-30T12:19:51.379-07:00A year after !!!A year... 365 days...<br />
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at the same time last year, i had some apprehensions , confusions, irritations and aggression.... <br />
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But gradually i am becoming a part of all that ....<br />
I have become a part of someone else's same kinds of frustrations... to help them know this place better....<br />
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So here is the list of all the good things about this city...<br />
1. street shopping - good<br />
2. bargaining - ample choice <br />
3. street food - good , specially the pani-puris which have aloo masala are abundantly found... <br />
4. lots of alternative roads for vehicle owners (no choice for public transport users)<br />
5. good bus route coverage<br />
6. international food is good, more varieties<br />
7. loads and loads of flower vendors everywhere<br />
8. cooler climate, pleasant breeze always<br />
9. spring is colourful... even with all the pollution and cutting of trees, it definitely has its own charms...<br />
10. small ventures and budding business people have more oppurtunities in this city<br />
11. more number of coffee shops everywhere<br />
12. every locality has a small park / gardern / joggers track / playground for sure.. sometimes its more than one....<br />
13. Random Thoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11675964426060586054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528094672243171168.post-68367576520463677762011-08-30T12:00:00.000-07:002011-08-30T12:00:52.357-07:00To New Friends !!!The city of gardens.... though not much of it i can see now....<br />
standing on the 8th floor of my office building when i try to see towards the horizon, all i see is blocks of buildings forming the skyline of bangalore... <br />
no green ... just some orange and yellow from the outer ring road....<br />
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but , in all this there is still something new and good to cherish...<br />
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i have met some nice people.... genuine , fun, caring, loving, and worth knowing...<br />
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all this great feelings at the cost of some jams is definitely OK.<br />
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so , to all the wonderful people i have met in this year of my bangalore stay... <br />
Thank You for making a whole year of mine more meaningful then i thought it would be and for accepting me with all my good and bad...<br />
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i owe u a big bow... Random Thoughtshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11675964426060586054noreply@blogger.com0