Story untold...

It all starts with a "Once upon a time...." but it does not necessarily end as "..and they lived happily ever after."
This story might be left untold and will be erased from the minds.It is fading and will fade forever.

Cinncinnati Apple

The buggers in Kaya Skin Clinic served me this for only a few (2-3) times when I wasn't in their list of 'granted' customers. Then later they gave me only plain water to drink! Jerks!
Their denial to share their recipe for their so called "Cool Kaya Health Drink" although wasn't much of a mystery to my taste buds...he he he(evil laugh intended).
I hope they won't sue me for writing this :P

I will like to call this my "Cinnicinnati Apple"

Ingredients:
Apple Drink-250-300ml
Cinnamon sticks
Water

Ground the cinnamon sticks in grinder.Sieve and collect the fine cinnamon powder.
Heat water in a pan and add the cinnamon powder.Let it mix in heated water.Pour the water in concentrated apple extract.Put it in the refrigerator and allow the cinnamon to settle in properly.Serve with chilled ice.
Sweet and simple.....tasty!

What women want A.K.A Feminist's Pick of the day

As simple as it can be.....
Right out there, in front of you, standing 20 feet tall and 8 feet wide.....
You know what I want, right???
Indirect to direct ways. Straight, loud and clear,using all your choice of languages.
Then why do you keep asking???
Why do you havta keep guessing or put your versions of "what I want"???

I am nothing more but helpless at this moment (FYI).Either you see it or you pretend not to see it.
Get used to my sulks or I wait till I get used to my own sulks :P

Do I belong to you?

"I hear the wind across the plain
A sound so strong - that calls my name
It's wild like the river - it's warm like the sun
Ya it's here - this is where I belong

Under the starry skies - where eagles have flown
This place is paradise - it's the place I call home
The moon on the mountains
The whisper through the trees
The waves on the water
Let nothing come between this and me

Cause everything I want - is everything that's here
And when when we're all together - there's nothing to fear
And wherever I wonder - the one thing I've learned
It's to here - I will always....always return"

-Bryan Adams ( This is where I belong-Spirit Stallion Of The Cimarron)

How does it feel when you belong to some place, some where, some school,some country, some one...
Maybe I am not the person who will understand this feeling. Born and brought up to be only caught up between schools, between friends, between relatives, between places; when did I ever learn to 'belong'???
The truth is I never did belong. Everyone around has something to hold onto and I am more keen to let go in the delusion of experiencing something new and exciting.
Good or bad, I have always considered every obligation as another chain tying me up and not letting me live free.
Wait...wait...and more wait...is all I have done for the day to arrive when I will fly like those free birds I stare at everyday.
But where will this free bird return to in the evening?

Yummy!!!!!!!!

Ingredients:
500 g-chicken
250 g-butter
Olive oil
50ml-red wine
Mushroom
Carrots
Onions
Potato
Cabbage
Garlic
Ginger
Parsley

Procedure:
Semi cook chicken pieces in boiling water. Dry them by soaking them on a tissue.Add butter to heated pan and let it melt. Pour olive oil and add chopped onions,potatoes,garlic and ginger. Cook the chicken with this after adding salt and water and after 15 mins add carrots and mushroom.Add 1/4th cup of water and wait for the mushroom to soften.Pour red wine after 20 mins and let it cook for another 30 mins while turning the chicken pieces.Garnish with parsley.

Limits of Tolerance

How much can you bear it when it goes beyond your limits of toleration?
How far can you stay quiet when frustration is an understatement?
Why can there be no answers to such injustice?
This world is a place where biased,corrupt,unethical means make you reach the top and you just sit back to stare in disgust. There is no value for honesty,hard work and modesty.Shut up and close your eyes.Ya, right and cover your ears too :P.
I believe now what Gandhiji had actually preached was to expand your tolerance levels. "Speak no Evil, See no Evil, Hear no Evil"......but what we have ignored is that the evil still remains. It moves slowly towards you and finally devours you inside like a huge hungry python....and you thought you were quietly wishing there is good in the world...????
DUH...you ignorant,imbecile oxymoron!
Everyone out there is waiting to see you perish in the python's stomach

Uncertainty

The air around smells of nothing else but an uncertainty that looms over my head all the time. The future that lies ahead seems so blurred that its hard to allow my imagination make plans for it. I am willing to take the biggest leap of my life only to be bounded by situations now. A hidden insecurity is growing just like a cancer in my head and am not liking it

Better Person

Who says the world around is dark,cruel and brutal? It is,but only if you are willing to believe that.Maybe it isn't when you have guiding people around.Someone who makes you a better person each day,someone who teaches you reality,someone who lights up your way,someone who isn't just another animal among the creatures.
What matters is you and your belief in yourself.The world is just a huddled mass of confused people who have never found peace.
Amen.

Bikini,Burkha,Beautiful

I have never given a thought on this but it struck me the other day when I was roaming around in the busy streets. The area was crowded with people and a one way lane where pedestrians,autos,cars and cattle all moved together.Its a struggle to survive here in the crowd and I am learning it well so far.So, we finally reached a shop from where my friend had a parcel to collect. As I looked around in that shop I saw that I was surrounded by hundreds of burkhas.They were in varieties...with laces,embroideries,gems studded,heavy work,gorgeuos and some even sexy! Then I noticed the women walking by who wore burkhas and had their faces covered.Wasn't it simply amazing how each woman seemed different from one another in that same attire.Each woman in that crowd of burkha brigade was complete within herself. They were confident and independent.They took their children with them holding their hands in this busy street,fed them,bought them clothes,shopped vegetables and carried heavy bags. They looked beautiful when they lifted their veil to gulp a pani puri or when their soft white hands came out of a sheath to exchange money. I was excited to view this .......phenomenon!
We don't pay attention to these minor details nor have I met many women in burkhas. So,speaking from the notion that all of us bear in mind that women from minority community are backward & illiterate is a biased point of view.The truth is they do not have a choice and we do.
But I believe from now on that every woman in this world has a right to feel she is beautiful; irrespective of what she wears,her weight,vital stats,skin colour,height. A woman clad in a burkha has a right to feel as sexy and beautiful as one wearing a skimpy bikini. Beauty was never meant for others to look, its what it makes you think & feel inside. It doesn't matter that the magazines and TV have branded plastic beauty as 'beautiful'.A tube top isn't what defines a woman.I sincerely respect women who dress for themselves and not for others.
We are the fairer sex and there is a reason why god made us all different and beautiful. Those burkha clad women made me proud to be a woman.They might be suppressed and dominated,but the burkha shop spoke of their hidden rebellion.Their birthright to dress well,look good even in that obligatory black burkha.Its a disgrace that beauty has been misinterpreted all these years.

Mumbai

Mumbai,a city with huge population of about 2 crores is nothing less than a 'being'.It grows every day and has its own bunch of experiences to share. A week in this place and I have already been through numerous ups and downs. It broke me down and now is making me grow as an individual. I learn so much every day that each day seems like a journey. I loathed it...the mess,the crowd,the cheats,the hustle,the struggle,the pain...everything. The reality has sunk in. We come alone, we leave alone. We work hard for ourselves and at the end of the day that is what matters. But now I look around and observe this is what I was waiting for all my life. Battling on my own, independent, free, unbounded, the pleasure of struggling. I learn, I perspire, I smile, I fall,I get up...

PAIN

...and I know how it feels. Deep down the pain of separation tears you apart. Its cruel, its unbearable,its suffocating. You cry only to know it doesn't help. You smile but its never from within. The heart aches and no medicine heals it. The worst is that your words cannot express your pain and you fail to show what you are feeling.

White Noise

Sometimes you look around to find yourself surrounded by people. A faceless mass who are preoccupied with their purposes, busy with their goals, lost in their dreams, wasted in their lethargies...and you observe. Observe to see what has made you into 'this' and ask was 'this' what you had aspired to be someday? Unguided, taught, preached to mould your dreams to suit a customised tailored life. I have lost the zeal to chase those shapeless dreams but my strength refuses to let me fall. His hand still clutches mine to remind me that I have always been a "passionate dream chaser" and there is no point to give up. That struggling will keep me going.I do not remember where I read this, it said - Its not about reaching the goal, its the game that matters...or something like that.
Spectating gives me immense pleasure. Its like observing subjects from a close distance without a cage or glass wall, to feel like a part of them and yet make your study. I can hear the white noises too as if I want to shut myself completely from this world and chase the rabbit of my wonderland!

There are times when most of the things seem to be on a standstill and you are just waiting for the next phase. But the halt is getting prolonged making you more and more impatient. Anything but just a change will set things right.Its like being on board a flight and eagerly waiting to land. Know what? m getting airsick now!

Float

I am getting back to my 'floating in air' phase. I had spent last few years in this phase too. Its out of my control and returns to me again and again. I float in a place which disconnects from the present, the surroundings, the sounds, the noises, the people...., I listen coz I have ears, I smile coz its otherwise rude, living coz I am breathing. A dormant mind state and its a lot different from getting high(of course I haven't had that experience yet). I can stand in the midst of a busy crowd walking past me and dedicated to their work. I hear noises like buzzing and I am not interested to hear them at all. A mechanical schedule to keep me going or rather prevent me from falling flat on ground tired and exhausted. I want to lie on plain green grass which isn't wet, hold his hand and sleep on his shoulder. I want to go somewhere else and pity the people around from atop a hot air balloon as if they they are ants. I want a rewind button for a lot of reasons. I smile when I look outside the car window and cry for flimsy causes. The white noise in my head grows and its not possible to describe sometimes what I am thinking. Clothes and shoes don't matter to me.I forget what I wore by the end of the day.Books have taken a secondary place in my life. My back aches without working much. The exertion is placed at a fixed corner of my brain. I named my alarm "dedication" and it gets snoozed 5 times before I wake up.
My arms rub against the tight rope and I think I am loosening the knot now, even if I have to bleed now.

Love,Life and 20 years

I stand here(rather sit:P) perplexed thinking whether I am satisfied or dissatisfied within. For all that has almighty bestowed me with is what a handful of people in this world have and I am grateful to him. But greed has no limits and its human to wish more in life,right? Forgetting about all the mistakes I have done so far and I hope to do more. A perfect result, a perfect degree, a perfect job, a perfect life??? I do not wish to live a 'perfect' life and learn nothing out of it.

Who knows if you do not get to see a 'tomorrow ', but its still worth taking a risk to die in the arms of the person you love.With no regrets because the unsaid words have been spoken. We have less time in our hands and more & more love to share. Its a short life to spread our love across the world.I must say Mother Teresa was one content n happy person on her deathbed.

P.S: Thank you, God for everything!!!

Unexpected!

Sometimes god gives you reason enough to make you believe in him. Sometimes things just happen when you least expect them to happen. You won't blame yourself coz maybe it was meant to be that way. But this wasn't how it was supposed to happen. Something that I had been waiting for all these years happened and I wasn't even prepared for it. I feel stupid for getting swayed in a moment, but I feel like I have got immersed into another world. A world that I was scared to explore, a world so beautiful where everything just feels right, a world that pulled me into it and I ran towards it with open arms.

Race

I suddenly realised that I have become a part of the immature rat race, the one which I had criticized throughout my life! I guess all of us ultimately fall prey to it...turn into a rat. So I switch from ratholes to ratholes on a daily basis. But I prefer to be the horse rather than the rat. An average horse who knows to run and its goal. Not wanting to be the best horse out of the lot. One horse who is proud and happy to be a horse.
NEIGHHHHHH................... :P

January 2010!

Well, seems like I have been treating my blog just like one of those books I quit reading before I reach till the end.A habit that I hate about myself. hmm.... new year resolutions..do I need one? I am content with everything I have in my life. Ups and downs, all part of the same book called 'LIFE'. I wish to keep reading it till the end.
Recalling the 90's decade, things that had a black n white background, but yet they were pleasantly memorable...when I knew nothing but still so happy. I lined up all my dolls beside my pillow when I slept, my tiny cream colored plastic bath tub with multi-colored rings that could be slided on its handle, my first teddy that dad had got me from London, my first burst of anger when my brothers and sister broke my wooden horse, my first electric shock when I put my finger inside the huge socket while playing, my horrifying, painful ear piercing that I got coz mom said it was compulsory for school(fooled n betrayed!), the Humpty-Dumpty ghost I think I saw in the school bathroom, my first school 'Tiny Tots'...
2010. Its still like a future. Something not predictable, something not familiar...a stranger.Newly introduced and the best way to start:). For I know that I have someone who will be beside me all the time...loving me,care for me and making me believe that I am special. As if I get a strength that I had lost earlier. Not a silver lining in the clouds...my cloud is silver:-P! I am not judged nor do I have to prove myself for anything. I am being loved for who I am!!! Its a wonderful year ahead:)