tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79242117146516221012024-02-08T07:07:11.634+05:30Jus like that...Deepshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12689021804546947190noreply@blogger.comBlogger78125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924211714651622101.post-1793899310817368872009-12-26T02:29:00.000+05:302009-12-26T02:31:46.338+05:30Our Dear Mama Papa Game:)Girl stuff one called it; and childish another:<br /> We fussed and fought. Agreed and disagreed<br /> At last consensus came<br />To play our dear mama papa game.<br /><br />When one acted as a traitor,<br />We wondered who’d be facilitator!!<br />But as usual it was super mom to the rescue<br />Who filled the game with all the hue.<br /><br />Gift economy was not just the rule of the game.<br />From our mama papa a command came.<br /> Some silly, some sweet, some thoughtful and neat<br /> And sometimes emderatology needs better techniques.<br />Commands executed perfectly by a few.<br />Partially by some, getting complaints from their mums.<br /><br />Each put thought in the gift they gave<br />Which we exchanged in that tiny cave.<br />With the camera constantly flashing<br />For the toothpaste models it seemed like a bashing.<br />Was it the seasons cheer or the company near<br /> Only happy voices we would hear.<br /><br />Voice modulation never attempted<br />The excitement we pre-empted<br />Moving from the little cave<br /> To a whole new planet<br /> An alter ego tries to save.<br /><br />With meal to recount the days events<br /> Pleasurable it was to see<br /> Reactions to insane conversations<br />Unfortunately the insane didn’t seem to realize.<br /><br />And as usual<br /> Hopscotch it seemed to be<br /> Until home base we managed to reachDeepshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12689021804546947190noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924211714651622101.post-16878803771722451592009-12-21T23:28:00.004+05:302009-12-22T14:36:27.563+05:30Thats my father..No i <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">don't</span> have to look back<br />the pictures in front of me flash<br />he held me in his arms when i cried<br />hit me on my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">knuckles</span> when i <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">couldn't</span> divide!!<br />realised every dream even before i could see<br />and loves me even when <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">I'm</span> only me..<br /><br />From little steps to exam preps<br />From early morning alarms<br />to perfect <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">cappuccinos</span> and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">bournivta</span><br />From silly movies to high spirits<br />For being there all credit he merits...<br /><br />There <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">ain't</span> no doubt in my mind<br />He is one person who never left me behind.<br />Through struggles and strife<br />he taught the meaning of life.<br /><br />My biggest critic<br />My best appreciator<br />He always tells me to try harder,<br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">that's</span> my Father :)Deepshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12689021804546947190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924211714651622101.post-78602107507160766162009-12-14T22:39:00.004+05:302009-12-14T22:43:31.753+05:30no ode i can pay..No ode to nature like Wordsworth i can pay...<br />no vivid narrative i can say<br />of the genial sunshine that comes through after rain<br />penetrating the dark <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">clouds</span> following each other like a train<br />the water droplets that gleam on the flowers<br />proclaim their purity and soothing powers<br />the solitary bird that flies across the sky<br />savouring the moment, not getting itself dry..<br />on the roof top i stand and wonder<br />to stay in basement and work was such a blunder...<br />to the beauty if the sight i surrender..Deepshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12689021804546947190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924211714651622101.post-43390749053981483172009-12-12T22:31:00.000+05:302009-12-14T22:45:02.143+05:30My drink!!!<div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></div><p align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">It is but an art to fix my drink</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">hovering between the large and small. </span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">no a wrong one <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">wouldn</span> take me to sanity's brink</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">nor would i <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">demonstrate</span> idiocy more than i normally do</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">the only thing that would be high are my footwear heels...</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">but <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ofcourse</span> i would take up a dare </span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">like a stupid mare</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">without for the world a care</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">to bring to perfect proportion the "concoction"</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">with <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">company</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">thats</span> new and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">old</span></span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">there was no putting on hold</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">the free flowing one liners.. </span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">well it <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">couldn</span> have gotten finer</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">except for a meal with a fine diner..</span></p>Deepshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12689021804546947190noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924211714651622101.post-28676971436919251812009-12-07T12:11:00.002+05:302009-12-07T16:18:30.779+05:30Monday Mournings????it's a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Monday</span> morning and<br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">surprisingly</span> there <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">aren't</span> any blues..<br />i would attribute it to a weekend<br />filled with a variety of hues...<br />its not on every <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Saturday</span><br />that we get a night out..<br /><br />Flips and flops are <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">inherent</span> in our plan<br />after all we are a funny clan...<br />acting like 3 idiots is not<br />limited to the screen..<br />the watchman who witnessed<br />our madness, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">i'm</span> sure thought<br />he had a horrible dream<br />till there was completion of the team..<br />the fourth entering with a temper<br />we made all attempts to pamper<br />including a rhyming banter...<br /><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">tempting</span> they are...<br /> junk and ice cream..<br />even after an appetizing meal..<br />vocabulary is not our asset<br />but that dint make us "taboo".<br />it was as precious as corals<br />the mid night class on morals<br />and we were let out of the grip<br />when we did go on our "road trip"<br />although i <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">couldn</span> wake up Sid..<br /><br />after yes and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">irresolute</span> no..<br />for the concert we decided to go..<br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">Papu</span> cant dance..<br />but we gave ourselves a chance..<br />screaming and yelling like those<br />old school days..<br />of laughter and mirth<br />there seemed to be no dearth..<br /><br />issuance of curfew ordinances<br />left us "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">flighting"</span> like Cinderellas..<br />No.. we <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">wouldn't</span> change into rags<br />nor lose our carriages to take us home<br />just that we would get to hear fireworks<br />that for a couple of days in our ears would lurk..<br /><br />the inevitable exhaustion to the bed hinges<br />even those who are 6 feet, two and a half inches...Deepshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12689021804546947190noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924211714651622101.post-48310633756072305772009-11-30T10:53:00.005+05:302009-11-30T12:34:58.582+05:30A little thought...A little thought i ponder on...<br />For thoughts become things the say..<br />the little thought that comes at last<br />i <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">don't</span> want to be a thing of the past..<br />what has gone past has gone<br />its time to move on<br />its is impossible to get back<br />what one has foregone...Deepshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12689021804546947190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924211714651622101.post-40155974672958841142009-11-20T11:43:00.001+05:302009-11-26T12:12:50.736+05:30Finally out of Hibernation....i survived!!! four months of sitting at home and trying to study.. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Omg</span>!! i never thought i could do that.. but i did... i did.. i did.. the result was not very satisfying though.. for now that is the least of my worries.. exams are done.. and finally <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">I'm out hibernation and </span> allowed to break free.. to do what <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">I've</span> been wanting to for a very very long time.. the list of things to do is really really long.. but lets see "10 things i wanna do after exams"<br />1. Get myself a really nice haircut<br />2. Shop till i drop<br />3. Clean the mess in my room and book shelf<br />4. Go on my nice little joy ride<br />5. Make up for all the lost time with family and friends<br />6.Read, Read and Read more.. uh.. not text books.. my sweet love stories and enthralling mysteries.. and a couple new bestsellers<br />7. Watch all the movies that <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">I've</span> missed<br />8. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Experiment</span> a little with my culinary skills and learn to fix a few drinks<br />9. Plan an improbable holiday ( i might not go on one but there <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">ain't</span> no harm trying right???)<br />10. Lastly try and loose some weight...<br />ya ya ya.. there is loads more that i need to do.. so lets wait and watch how things pan out....Deepshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12689021804546947190noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924211714651622101.post-60434530818901771462009-08-04T10:39:00.000+05:302009-08-08T11:07:54.181+05:30for the man of science..<p><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">hmmm</span>... time <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">management</span> has never been one of my virtue (its not that i <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">dont</span> try but it <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">doesn</span> seem to happen) anyways <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">i'm</span> a couple of months late in posting this.. so apologies to the person to whom it is dedicated.. </p><p>when it comes to this "man of science" i always fall short of words..an <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">thats</span> the reason i kept postponing posting this one... but there is one thing i say confidently.. he is a total "drama king" (creative liberty).. all he has to do is a little <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">natak</span> and he knows he will get his way through... and of course sometimes.. actually most of the times jumps to conclusions and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">hangs</span> up.. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">gussa</span> to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">iski</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">naak</span> par <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">hota</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">hai</span>.. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">baitha</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">bhi</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">nahi</span>.. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">khada</span>... <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">ok</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">ok</span> don yell at me for that.. its a fact.. try and recall the number of times <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">u've</span> hung up on me!!</p><p>apart from that he is actually pretty sweet.. uh.. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">thats</span> not pretty an sweet.. duh... </p><p>an i got the lunch u promised me.. so <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">u'll</span> get the brownies i promised.. its <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">jus</span> that as usual ill be late.. but <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">u'll</span> get it..</p><p>an now <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">im</span> at a loss of words.. </p><p>P.S. this was in my drafts an <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">im</span> not satisfied.. but since u <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">wre</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">waiting</span>.. place a bet ill do editions to it in the near future!!</p>Deepshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12689021804546947190noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924211714651622101.post-67612539330192803212009-08-04T00:48:00.003+05:302009-08-04T01:09:24.465+05:30Incoherently tryin to say i miss u...Those memories are by no mean way few..<br />and i can reassure <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">there'll</span> be many more new...<br />of good times and bad..<br />its just that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">i'm</span> a little sad..<br />cos i already miss your addictive cheer<br />your little texts which wipe away my fear<br />for how much you care<br />without you its like something <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">isnt</span> there..<br /><br />Wipe away the fears today<br />Everything will be okay<br />Capture each moment happy or sad<br />Cos i want to live it too...<br />Keep faith in your drive and ambition<br />you've never given up<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">dont</span> give in now..<br /><br />an remember<br />the miles between us cant keep us apart...Deepshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12689021804546947190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924211714651622101.post-13263792063462685592009-07-24T21:19:00.003+05:302009-07-24T22:06:39.755+05:30Scraped my knee and proud of it...<span style="font-family:times new roman;">scraped knee.. hurt ankle.. an torn jeans.. logically the next phrase would have been "boys will be boys" but <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">i'm</span> proud to flaunt that the next phrase actually is "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">yippi</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">yippi</span> that happened to me"...</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">no i dint fall off the bike.. nor did i try climbing a tree.. i only got a little <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">enthu</span> to watch my dear friend lead the school <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">march past</span> as <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Head girl</span>.. well and in the process of running to the other end of the ground dint realise that the long jump pit comes in the way.. </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">its not often that i scrape my knees (it <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">doesnt</span> imply that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">im</span> not clumsy, because i define that), i celebrated this scraped knee.. not because there would be someone to acknowledge the pain or to massage the swelling(anyways there was no one) but because it awoke the sleeping child in me.. the one who loved cheer and fun.. the one who could be the just and the jester... it made me realise that the carefree, fun loving girl is still there, waiting to come out.. and out she is.. without a care of whats going to happen... </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">scraping my knee brought back to me the joys of childhood i had left far behind in a life where each move seems to be calculated.. reminded me that i am still entitled to do things without giving the consequences a thought...</span>Deepshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12689021804546947190noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924211714651622101.post-29314590498905217862009-07-06T21:11:00.004+05:302009-07-09T00:43:19.563+05:30Random or synchronised???<p>the fact that a silly facebook quiz told me that i'd meet my Mr. Right at a coffee shop is not the reason that i hang out at one most of the time.. i just find it really comfortable place to indulge myself in some deep studying.. (of my books ofcourse!!!).. but i do waste a little time reading the outlook.. and so i did today too... </p><p>there are certain unexplainable synchornies in life... its not even a couple of days back that i was having an intense discussion about true love and 100% commitment.. and the cover story of outlook was about screen romance and the love it never talks about.., there was a very nice article by the writer of Khosla ka Ghosla (sorry i'm very bad at names).. coming the author wove a beautiful article from patches of real life situations of love that was not.. just reinstating my question whether reel life 17 year old romances exist??? </p><p>and i talking about synchronisation.. an elderly couple walked into the coffee shop.. and there was something about them that i could not take my eyes off them (apart from the lady being really attractive and smartly dressed in a pretty Saree).. they ordered for a sandwich and coffee for each of them.. their conversation was just flowing on.. not just through words.. and when they were done.. like most elderly indian couples it was the lady who paid(the lady carries the bag you see.. and men are more forgetful in old age).. outlook declared Shahrukh and Kajol the most romantic on-screen couple... but i'm sure even Aditya Chopra wouldn't be able to script love as true and honest as i saw today...</p><p></p><p>love is not just teenage romance... its waking up early some morning to make her a surprise bed tea.. to do the dishes together..to give..to commit... to trust.. to cherish.. not for a day.. month.. or year.. but for a lifetime...</p><p> </p>Deepshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12689021804546947190noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924211714651622101.post-75488247147233902792009-07-06T13:56:00.002+05:302009-07-06T14:36:41.692+05:30Omg.. What a match.. Again!!Not many put their money on history repeating itself.. but it did.. another epic final at Centre Court yesterday.. but it was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Federer</span> who was the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">heart breaker</span> this time... (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ummm</span>.. i was more than thankful it was not <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Nadal</span> facing him.. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">i'm</span> sure <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">i'd</span> have failed to handle the stress)<br /><br />the fifth set.. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Vijay</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Amritraj</span> merely called it the longest fifth set of a grand slam final.. (I'm sure he'll use more adjectives for it now). but the decider and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">omg</span>.. A set that saw fantastic serving.. more winners than errors.. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Roddick</span> played arguably his best tennis.. was broken only once in the match.. and at that point he lost the match..<br /><br />the match was definitely not for the weak hearted.. an enjoyable battle that left me regretting for my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">trimming</span> my nails early yesterday morning.. i dint have any to chew off during the match you see...<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Roddick</span> might have lost the match.. and my heart cries out for him... but what <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">disappointed</span> me more is that now <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Federer</span> overtakes <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Nadal</span> as the World N. 1 *sigh* *sigh*Deepshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12689021804546947190noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924211714651622101.post-34812384947136278592009-07-05T13:23:00.007+05:302009-07-05T15:26:34.143+05:30My teddy bear...T<span style="font-family:times new roman;">here are quite a few people i cant live without and ofcourse i'm sure they know that.. but there is someone very special (something, most would say) i cant live without too.. my eager listener, confidante, and very very loyal friend.. my very loved teddy bears.. most would call me an arctophile(a teddy bear collector), call me what you want, because its not like i care.. but my teddy bears are the dearest.. </span><br /><div><div><div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354893026358515298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9uXD-pdLt8HokbH7hyphenhyphenFBTQuvF9M6OZpaQVU2R5qToWfov6wkJur1Vvzd-7n0D3_52xgY9vfgeSM5DpGLcpLe54UdykxcbYCzKmgQ13Ej8XDZJ-JePwDrF-z9f39Wd6-kqR9Oxl8e8Qu3T/s200/P4020183.JPG" border="0" /> <span style="font-family:times new roman;">with about 2 dozen of them, each of them uniquely christened, they are very special to me.. and each of them has had a special way of being an entrant into my life... they offer unconditional love and comfort..</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;">in times of hardship, they've provided solace. in times loneliness they've proved company. in times of silence they've listened... </span></div><div><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Even when i'm cynical about the rest of the world.. i know my teddy bears will be there for me..</span></div><br /><div></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Here is something i had read sometime back and for obvious reasons immediately related to it.. so go on and read it.. Till then here is a bear hug from me to you...</span><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I am your guardian teddy bear</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I'm looking out for you</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Just pull me close and hug me tight</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDLX85TkO9IF8L52o_jNwWG-wehaYswemNQN4pZgjCHizabnlML550TiDd0Zt_gCD4wrIIp-kP1UqpawmkwIaK2yxpaSQCxNEOVCTb61CUIC2mOU7QjMDxXZmBZdLA86Z2D6y6F06q3oBp/s1600-h/P6110247.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354891427193547218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDLX85TkO9IF8L52o_jNwWG-wehaYswemNQN4pZgjCHizabnlML550TiDd0Zt_gCD4wrIIp-kP1UqpawmkwIaK2yxpaSQCxNEOVCTb61CUIC2mOU7QjMDxXZmBZdLA86Z2D6y6F06q3oBp/s200/P6110247.JPG" border="0" /></a>Whenever you feel blue.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Just tell me when you're feeling sad,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I listen very well.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Your hopes, your dreams, your troubles too</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I promise not to tell.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Share with me all your secret thoughts<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAwnVYDVLqnX-wYkl5pU0uuGzJX9Is9y4GKRJQD-BPSONjiOidhNDZeKNPR3BY_1VzSiy7Hylns9YiDCPTVdnW5p_frRaEcDIbmErTlAy8GWdjQLOdiBheCfYfge6rihUS1S6ZeMTMe_Uw/s1600-h/P6110246.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354907854120019170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAwnVYDVLqnX-wYkl5pU0uuGzJX9Is9y4GKRJQD-BPSONjiOidhNDZeKNPR3BY_1VzSiy7Hylns9YiDCPTVdnW5p_frRaEcDIbmErTlAy8GWdjQLOdiBheCfYfge6rihUS1S6ZeMTMe_Uw/s200/P6110246.JPG" border="0" /></a></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Don't hold back anything</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Just know that I'll be by your side</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Whatever life may bring.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">You are a very precious friend</span></strong></div><div><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">You're special as can be</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Nobody else is quite like you</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">And I should know, you see.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Because I am your teddy bear</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354891420892701458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwZm3rDW8H8mkbin-WJjmtVWi7iHPNYJe52ohQW3Q9OLxj8vk4W1I-YRLmlj-wcT7ffdsc7ycHfuy7QlbCzEkG6rQDiml2GvE9xCQPh9R8v2LhW4Xk8Fze132QiUKnHSyCcYgVnSBSrfAO/s200/P6110248.JPG" border="0" />And teddy bears are wise</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">We watch and learn our whole lives through</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">We're Einstein's in disguise.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">So let me give you some advice</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Always stand proud and tall</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> Be thankful for your special gifts</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> Because you have them all.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> And I'll keep looking out for you</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> Just know that I am there</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> I am your biggest fan, </span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">you know</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> 'Cause I'm your teddy bear. </span></strong></div></div></div>Deepshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12689021804546947190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924211714651622101.post-22087203376905137252009-07-05T00:40:00.002+05:302009-07-05T15:26:22.788+05:30No expectations no disappointments<p>"We do not indeed so often disappoint others as ourselves. We ourselves to form hopes which we never communicate, and please our thoughts with employments which none will ever allot us, and with elevations to which we are never expected to rise; and when our days and years have passed away in common business or common amusements, and we find at last that we have suffered our purposes to sleep till the time of action is past, we are reproached only by our own reflections; neither our friends nor our enemies wonder that we live and die like the rest of mankind; that we live without notice, and die without memorial; they know not what task we had proposed, and therefore cannot discern whether it is finished."</p><p>Under pressure and stress of this <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">overburdened</span> life often one tends to forget <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">themselves</span>. Changing the way one thinks from good to bad, better to worse, is just because one is too afraid to experience emotions and so the attempt to escape and think it will protect from <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">disappointment</span>.</p>Deepshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12689021804546947190noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924211714651622101.post-54468145822661236682009-07-05T00:06:00.003+05:302009-07-05T15:26:22.788+05:30shortcut to happiness????<span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;">It was a couple of years back that i participated in a play.. Dr Faustus.. ok i'm a student of literature.. but its one of the best plays ive read.. and the best ive been a part of till date. the plot overview is basically that Dr. Faustus a scholar is dissatisfied with his knowledge sells his soul to the devil (Lucifer himself) for twenty four years of knowledge and prosperity.. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;">The whole play and our performance just came as a flashback when i was watching this movie called "Shortcut to Happiness". the protagonist sells his soul for name fame success and glory, but after he has that he is still not happy on the inside..</span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;">how many of us would gladly do that... little do we realise that name fame and success might give us momentary happiness but not fill our hearts with happiness.. cannot give us the euphoria that would bring tears of joy...</span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;">why do we pour ourselves into pursuits that provide so little in lasting happiness??? </span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;">why is it that no thought is given to Aristotle's saying "happiness is "the virtuous activity of the soul in accordance with reason, happiness is the practice of virtue." - there is no shortcut to happiness</span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;">or may be i just think toooo much :P</span></p>Deepshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12689021804546947190noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924211714651622101.post-13182539396186944102009-05-17T22:31:00.000+05:302009-07-05T15:26:22.789+05:30Choose wisely..<span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> <strong>"Its not abilities but our choices that truly define who we are " - <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Albus</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Dumbledore</span></strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;">when i was just thinking what is the good that i learn from the post today, i heard <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Albus</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Dumbledore</span>.. and it was like lightening struck.. (the Eureka types). what is life all about, the big decisions that i make?? well yes <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">ofcourse</span>, but more so the little little choices i make everyday. and then i thought do i always have a choice? because most of the time i feel i am compelled to do things, but now when i look back, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">i've</span> always had choices when i felt i dint its just that i dint like the ones available.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Sometimes it may seem insignificant what we choose, but every minor decision of ours has an impact on our lives.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;">So what is important is to make a choice. Choose wisely and stick by it; nobody says it'll be easy but you will definitely get there!!</span></p>Deepshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12689021804546947190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924211714651622101.post-69166783915228967712009-05-15T18:14:00.000+05:302009-07-05T15:26:22.789+05:30In the journey of life<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"> "Dance like no one is watching. Sing like no one is listening. Love like you've never been hurt and live like it's heaven on Earth." - Mark Twain</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">What does it really mean?? </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">well </span><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">atleast</span><span style="font-family: times new roman;"> to me, it says, </span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;">in the journey of life...<br />do what you're supposed to do</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;">do what you want to do </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;">and</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;">do it the way you're supposed to..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">don't bother about the outcome or outspoken</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;">because you know you've the right the best you could.</span><br /></span>Deepshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12689021804546947190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924211714651622101.post-4784173040092572972009-05-12T12:22:00.004+05:302009-05-12T13:11:58.431+05:30Its not just roasted beans...<span style="font-family:times new roman;">For me "A switch is a switch" and "tea is tea" but is coffee only coffee?? uh uh.. no way.. ok i know coffee has been a par</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNdwugELfmHji5sTyrRT3KigMsMX0KZX-zplE-ZoYmOoubppjUloUUj0tdhYHbJnnFlIUuX8b10eUhNo9Vv_DbxbXOhwbtjPR9gkYTPeA-c7qYoYSpXiaAcCBHSuV5w9i4nMpbg7eFVZJy/s1600-h/1-1-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNdwugELfmHji5sTyrRT3KigMsMX0KZX-zplE-ZoYmOoubppjUloUUj0tdhYHbJnnFlIUuX8b10eUhNo9Vv_DbxbXOhwbtjPR9gkYTPeA-c7qYoYSpXiaAcCBHSuV5w9i4nMpbg7eFVZJy/s200/1-1-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334839104937386338" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;">t of quite a few blogs.. but what to do.. i just love coffee... A cup of well brewed coffee..<br />it really does not matter whether its the Godfather of Italian coffee in the form of an expresso or the prince in the Latte.. though the mention of cappuccino will have my face a lit up (a little extra sweet cappuccino i might add).. and its not just the Italian coffee that catches my fancy.. Because for me the Indian filter coffee is just a little better..<br /><br /> </span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Coffee has become an obsession, addiction and joy of life.. but then there are a few people who've taken the title "coffee and cigarettes" too literally and think the combination is just perfect.. I guess they've only heard the title because</span><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> one of the characters (pardon my poor memory because dont remember the name) repeats a million times atleast that coffee and cigarettes dont make for a very healthy combination...</span> <span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /><br />For me its no Expresso vs Latte or cappuccino vs filter coffee.. cos i love them all the same.. the only one i like better is a mug of hot frothy coffee made by lowe especially for me... and Cafe Coffee Day's tag line is right in saying "lot can happen over a coffee" so let a lot happen. let it stimulate and rejuvenate you.. </span>Deepshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12689021804546947190noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924211714651622101.post-89737553935295478002009-05-11T22:23:00.000+05:302009-07-05T15:26:22.789+05:30Pass it on..<div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Have you had a kindness shown? Pass it on;<br />T' was not give for thee alone, Pass it on.<br />Let it travel down the years,<br />Let it wipe <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">another's</span> tears,<br />till in heaven the deed appears; Pass it on."<br /></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" class="details" >Rev. Henry Burton</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> wrote this hymn when he heard his brother in law narrate an act of kindness shown to him and how he was asked to pass on the kindness..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">This has been my favorite hymn since the day I've learnt it... more than the song its what the song has taught me.. It taught me that the best moments of life are the little unremembered acts of kindness and love.. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">There are 3 principles of kindness... ( I dint formulate them but try to emulate them)</span><br /></span><ol style="font-family:times new roman;"><li><span style="font-size:100%;">kindness seeks opportunities to express itself</span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">Kindness is shown for the sake of someone else</span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">Kindness is not slow in taking the initiative to meet a need</span></li></ol><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;">"T' was a sunshine of a smile, Pass it on;<br />Staying but a little while, Pass it on;<br />April beam the little thing,<br />Still it wakes the flowers of Spring,<br />Makes the silent bird to sing, Pass it on."<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal;">Its little acts of kindness that we need to show, so don't wait for something big, Love demands the loving deed, Pass it on.<br /></div></div>Deepshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12689021804546947190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924211714651622101.post-37889894080972117602009-05-04T18:04:00.004+05:302009-05-04T18:35:47.892+05:30http://fakeiplplayer.blogspot.comA KKR match may be a dull and boring one to many.. With most rightly predicting what the outcome of the game will be.. but with every KKR game comes the magnificent display of the literary skills of an anonymous blogger who has created a stir in the blogging community.<br /><br />Fake IPL Player or Poison pen as the KKr team call him has been posting quite a lot of masala.. which a few claim is a well-structured literary piece of all the gossip available in the media while a few others are of the opinion that it is far too easy to make fun a team that is known more for its celebrity owner than its cricketers or cricketing skills and is currently so dysfunctional that an insider is actually blogging "Confidential matters". Our dear friend has been chiefly aiming for his kkr team mates but hasn't spared the rest of them by any means.<br /><br /><br />Every one has been in pursuit of this Fake IPL Player, the fakester who has become bigger than the tournament itself, and if you thought he wasnt enough there is an ingenious follower of his who has created a dictionary for all the nicks he uses, <a href="http://skateserbia.com/?p=308.">skateserbia.com/?p=308.<br /></a><br /><br />Love him or hate him but you cant ignore him.. whether cricketer (which seems a little far fetched considering his eloquent language) or entertainer.. I'm thankful to him for a providing a nice little laugh early in the morning...Deepshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12689021804546947190noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924211714651622101.post-25444567854590875622009-04-27T10:00:00.003+05:302009-07-05T15:28:21.800+05:30Its all my fault...Its all my fault<br />i love to love..<br />Its all my fault<br />i try so hard..<br />Its all my fault<br />with ease i trust...<br />Its all my fault<br />i sought to be understood...<br />Its all my fault<br />i am in disarray,<br />when good is not enough,<br />and better is possible..<br />Its all my fault<br />for realising late,<br />the good was the best i could do..<br />its all my fault<br />i judge myself<br />by others expectations..<br />and worse of all;<br />its all my fault<br />I'm last on my own priority list!!Deepshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12689021804546947190noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924211714651622101.post-38685036407984042882009-04-25T11:56:00.002+05:302009-07-05T15:28:21.800+05:30i hate not the way you make feel<br />but the way i feel..<br />sometimes like a princess..<br />like the world is mine<br />and i loved every grape in the vine..<br />sometimes i lived without a care<br />about how in this big bad world I'd fare<br />sometimes I'd take all the time<br />just to "stand and stare"<br /><br />but now that seems just too rare<br />the strings seem to pull and<br />i seem to have lost what was<br />and the world seems far away<br />the time just as usual doesn't wait<br />that only compels me to feel<br />I'm already late<br />and more than the way you make me feel<br />that's what i hate..<br /><br />i hate not that you hurt me..<br />i hate it that i hurt you<br />when i love you with all my heart<br />and i don't want to part..<br />cos whatever happens ill hold<br />you next to my heart...Deepshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12689021804546947190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924211714651622101.post-23061370728717884402009-04-18T16:54:00.000+05:302009-04-21T17:12:08.740+05:30Cooking - Day 3Day3 it is.. and on my menu is Dumb <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Bhindi</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">roti</span>.. so lets get started.. actually its not very complicated.. first wash and cut the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">bhindi</span>.. i did cut it really neat (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">atleast</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">thats</span> what i thought.. and that was before my grandmother told me that i m <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">chopping</span> too much of the edges)..<br /><br />Step 2.. i take out my super looking <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">cooking</span> vessel.. ( i love cooking in those cute looking aluminium pots)<br /><br />then i being.. heat a little oil.. fry the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">jeera</span> add the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">masalas</span> (and my trick for most <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">indian</span> dishes.. add a pinch of everything in the box and extra of the ones <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">im</span> sure go into the dish :P)<br />then put the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">bhindi</span> in... cover the vessel and let it simmer..<br /><br />after about ten to twelve minutes i ask my grandma if its done and she says add the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">masalas</span> now.. (uh uh was my reaction.. you already know what i had done.. but <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">thats</span> what the recipe online told me) anyways i checked it with the spoon and it looked cooked.. so the gas goes off.. a little of it in a bowl to make my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">guinea</span> pig taste...<br /><br />and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">yippii</span>.. my aunt says its super :) and then i tell her what i did.. and there i learn another tip.. fresh <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">bhindi</span> is very tender so its <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">ok</span> if the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">masala</span> is added first..<br /><br />Verdict: <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Bhindi</span> brilliant.. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">rotis</span> need loads more <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">practise</span>Deepshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12689021804546947190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924211714651622101.post-88349850714483049272009-04-17T00:03:00.001+05:302009-04-21T16:54:19.490+05:30Cooking - Day 2After the success of the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">palak</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">paneer</span>, i wanted to get a little <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">adventurous</span>.. and decided to make <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">alu</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">ka</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">parantha</span>. Wow.. I love <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">paranthas</span>, some may say, while a kitchen regular is sure to say that there is nothing adventurous about making <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">alu</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">ka</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">parantha</span>.<br /><br />The confirmation recipe i read online did make it look easy. but uh right. first boil the potatoes, while <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">thats</span> happening knead dough and leave it aside for sometime, peel the potatoes and mash them, add the spices and make the filling. Till here is the easy part.<br /><br />And then you have to roll the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">paranthas</span>. now, not only is that tricky but also requires loads of practise and skill. the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">parantha</span> keeps tearing and the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">filling</span> starts popping out.. uh.. really painful experience.. but then i managed to cook the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">required</span> minimum of four.<br /><br />Verdict: Looks horrid with all the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">masala</span> popping out and it being shapeless, but it was edible enough to be eaten without cribbing :(Deepshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12689021804546947190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924211714651622101.post-44688870078382570522009-04-14T22:31:00.000+05:302009-04-15T22:58:33.816+05:30Cooking - Day 1Mum is not there.. so for a month <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">i'm</span> the queen of the kitchen.. day1 in the kitchen and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">yippe</span> its a holiday.. and whats cooking as per my menu?? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">umm</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Palak</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Paneer</span>.. cooking really is a stress buster.. anyway to get on with making <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">palak</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">panner</span>.. dad got the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">palak</span> and 2 bunches of it (previous experience told me one bunch ain't enough for the whole family) so there you go.. onions and tomatoes are on the kitchen table.. but oops first i have to make the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">paneer</span>.. so there goes one liter milk on the gas and to curdle it i squeeze lime juice.. so as the milk gets curdled.. i get all the other ingredients...<br /><br />Then for cleaning the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">palak</span>, graciously <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">i'd</span> admit that i had quite lot passive learning in the science of cooking, so one such tip i learnt was to wash and clean the greens properly and second always boil and then chop them. so tediously i clean the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">palak</span> and put for a light boil, meanwhile i chop the onion, tomato and garlic and grind them into a paste... the milk and curdled and been strained into a muslin cloth to give the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">paneer</span> shape. the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">palak</span> has boiled and cooled a little and that goes into the mixer too.. a smooth Green paste is ready..<br /><br />so all the basic preps are done.. now is my time to have fun.. The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">kadai</span> is on the gas.. 2 tablespoon oil.. the onion- tomato paste goes in first.. till it gets a little golden brown.. then the spices.. (whenever i get confused i use all mum keeps in the spice box and whenever is most of the time). then the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">palak</span> goes in and a sliced chilly.. a little cooking for about five minutes..(you <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">dont</span> cook greens for too long they lose the vitamins).<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">ok</span> the gas is off.. and so am i.. i have notes to copy till lunchtime..<br /><br />at lunchtime the gravy is on the flames.. the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">panner</span> is being cut into cubes.. salt is added to gravy(adding salt at the end lets the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">palak</span> be green).. the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">papad</span> is roasted. the maid has already cooked the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">chapathis</span>...<br /><br />and lunch is served..<br /><br />Verdict on the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">palak</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">paneer</span>.. Good but salt is a little less :(Deepshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12689021804546947190noreply@blogger.com1