My baking spree/Overindulgence!

Greatly influenced and inspired by the food and cookery show sprouting on TV, I have always wanted to try my hands on baking...wishing to have an oven, wear the oven gloves and take out the delicious smelling food at the sound of the "ting" that tells you food is ready...

I finally bought myself a Morphy Richards 40 cc OTG and went on a baking and cooking spree. These pictures show my extrme behaviour or call it overindulgence!!!

This is prepared by following the steps given with a cake mix that I got from the market (I forgot the brand name).

This one is grilled mutton (after being marinated with yoghurt, chilli powder, turmeric, ans salt).

This roast chicken is inspired by Gordon Ramsay. He used Cannellini beans and sausages for the stuffing...I used lobia and giblets instead.

For this cake, I followed the recipe that I found at this amazing blog

I got the recipe from this site

For these muffins, I got the recipe from site

I am a happy woman now...for now...before the next frenzy of craziness strikes me. :D

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Onslaught of incoherent thoughts!

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The best weight loss program!

Fall in love...
Get your heart broken to million pieces...

By this stage, you would have lost nearly 10 kilos...

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Not again. ..my fickle heart!

Not again...my fickle heart...
A subtle ache starting from a corner in my heart.
Somewhat familiar.
An unease that I could do without.
Premonition of pain...
Am I ready to go through another one!
Again!
Is it my paranoia running into overdrive?
Or a fear beggin not to be ignored?

Oh my fickle heart...
Why so...

LOve: EaSy come EaSy Go!

Is it so easy to fall in love?

Love, Pain, and Heartache...Heartache, pain, and Love!!!

My idea of romantic love, during my school days, was quite different from others.
The only romantic love I could relate to was that of hero worship for one of my seniors [a new one every year ;)].

When some of my friends were busy playing boyfriend and girlfriend, Mills and Boon came into my life. These unrealistic romantic novels made me search for only tall, dark, and handsome man, daydreaming about the all consuming love that the female protagonist go through, imagining myself to be her, going to exotic places, and being swept off my feet by that special someone... Mills and boon set the standard so high that I was no longer interested in school boys.

Most of my school mates found their life partner, started reproducing...And there I was, still stuck in that daydream, still searching...no one to call my own!

Then, someone came into my life...thought he's the one...would last forever...

Turns out, it was just a dream (or a nightmare!)...that someone tore my dreams to shreds...leaving me bleeding with excruciating pain...to feel never again...destroying my world...

Amidst the gloom and darkness of my woe, a beam of light makes me blink my eye! Making me hope and feel again...not making me feel less scared, about my heart, my dreams, and my world...

Do I make myself fall? Leave my hopes and dreams at the hands of fate (and someone) once more?

Will this be the happy ending for me? Or some other ending...

That feeling!

I hate this feeling that makes me check my phone for a buzz ever so frequently...

The Weaker Species!

(Disclaimer: The words below are just random thoughts from a paranoid mind...not intended to hurt the sentiments of anyone, dead or otherwise, other than the writer herself)

I am neither a theorist, nor an extremist, nor a feminist but a human being born as a woman. And there's no denying the fact that woman is the weaker species, weak in their brain, weak in their heart, weak in their strength. Most of them dominated by men almost everywhere. Few are those who can dominate men...(kudos to them)! If you ask me if I want to dominate men, I would say no! Saying no to this doesn't mean I want to be dominated, by men or by anyone (I have a clause "conditions apply" for domination)...I am talking about striking a balance, harmony between one human being and another.

The tendency to lean on, the need to be supported and be protected are ingrained in women's psyche since time immemorial. These deep-seated signs of weakness would be really hard to uproot. On top of these, sprinkle some tradition, culture, and values (pertaining to woman only)...how much burden a woman has to bear on her tiny shoulders (a size-zero-woman's shoulder would definitely crumble under these immense weight)!

And the men's psyche has been conditioned to provide a shoulder for the women to lean on, to support and protect them (For God' sake, anomalies are bound to happen...there's are billions and billions of people on this earth! And Of course, I am no expert in this).

Is this the way God/Nature intended? (I wonder how it all started...I couldn't help but imagine a world where the role has been reversed!)

If this was the way God intended, then He should have made the weaker species mute...letting them suffer in their voiceless misery. But no, God gave them voice! Is it too much to ask for a little bit of freedom, equality, justice, and respect for the weaker species? Although their brains, heart, and strength might be weak, they have the willpower to endure anything and continue their existence on this earth...

Even though men may be stronger species, they cannot exist without the weaker species!

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Travelling in Delhi Metro (Ladies Compartment Only!)

For someone who doesn't know how to drive (nicest way of putting I don't have a car :p ), hates haggling with the auto drivers, and someone who got tired of bus travel, Delhi metro has been a saviour. It's something that allows you to commute without interacting with a single soul. It comes and opens its doors, lets you in, and zooms you away to your destination. Once you enter the metro (the ladies compartment, LC), it's a different world altogether! There's the *Fashionista (without any guessing they are the NE girls ;) ) *Wannabes *Not so fashionables *Women with dhinchak saree *Stinky ones *Bitchy one (I just know they are bitching about me even though I have my ear plugs on...woman's instinct!) *Smartphones (no need to go to any store to check out the latest phones...every brand, every design can be found in the LC). It's like some commercial is going on! Is it without any drama in the LC? No...you can see all kinds of drama there... It's a big theatre...most of the lady commuters are in a hurry, especially the aunties! God forbid the younger sophisticated wannabe ladies should be found jostling... Some of the ladies would be jostling to find space to place their bum on tightly packed seats. (I had rather stand in a corner than compete with the bums, big bums, small bums, tiny bums, fat bums, and burn some calorie in the process!) And for the guys, the ladies compartment is a fascination for them. There are some who risk their life plus being fined just to whiz through the ladies compartment! There are some who stand just next to the LC. I am sure placing just their toe in the LC must make them high! Their heads would "obviously" be turned towards the LC...God and only they would know what goes on in their head... This is one of those times where I wish I had power like Sridevi in Nagin...One stare is all I need!

Travelling in Delhi Metro is no doubt a very entertaining ride for me!

Reflection!!!

It's been nearly 10 years since I left home. Many of my friends left before me. And many went back home before me...the reasons for their going back, I do not know and I never asked. Something made me go into an introspective mood today (otherwise I am a couch potato). I started thinking "why do people leave their home town?" Leave alone others, why did I? Was it or is it for a better education, better lifestyle, better everything? Has it become better or worse? In search of this better, have I become obscure? Did I achieve what I wanted to...I didn't and still don't know what is it that I want to achieve! Do I wish to go back? Deep in my heart, the answer is yes...but not yet! I feel almost everyone would wish to go back some day. Who wouldn't want to live in the safe haven of their palem and panthou! And when I do wish to go back, other than my family, what do I go back to? How's the situation there? If the situation is so bad, am I doing anything to change it? Do I have the initiative, the ability, the capability, and the courage to make that change? I guess not! Having said these empty words, my reflection dies and I go back to my mundane life...the mundane me!