Back to where I was

Yesterday was indeed a terrific day. I had a weird feeling in between since my sister was in a bad mood, thanks to Baby, and Amma got angry because I had a late lunch, thanks to my blog birthday post!
But finally it turned out to be super superb!

Achan insisted we take Baby to the park, and we did. I guess I enjoyed more than him, because I bought a bubbles bottle and roamed around the entire park blowing bubbles. It felt so good, felt like I was a kid with no worries nor tensions. Life was so much better than, wasn't it? I am sure all of you would have got that forward, which I don't really remember completely. But indeed it was the best time, when all that hurt were wounded knees and when the tallest and highest position we ever wanted to be in was on Daddy's shoulders. We ended the day with hot garlic bread and a game of Scrabble. In fact, it has been a routine at home to end the day with a game of coins. Baby is a lot more excited in playing that since he can go around giving everyone the required number of coins, in each turn. I seldom win, thanks to Achan's exemplary vocabulary. But it is always fun.

So I am planning to spend NYE with a movie and making a 2012 calendar. What do you think?

I am one...

So it's the day I have been waiting for, for such a long time. My birthday. Ok, it is my blog's birthday, but I have never really been this excited for my birthday as well.

It has been one terrific year. It started out rather slow. In fact slower than I had expected. But now, it is practically my life. I have met so many fabulous people from all over the world. I have always loved to travel, but never really got the opportunity to do it much. My dad would kill me if he read this, because I have gone to many places, just that I don't remember much! Ok, my mistake. Anyway, through this amazing world called blogosphere, I have been to so many different places.

Hazel, who has become some one quite important all of a sudden, has taken me to so many different places through her beautiful pictures, while Gayatri has shown me how life is out there with her wonderful posts. Sujatha Di and Saru Di have been like my angels. One a wonderful writer and the other a mesmerizing poet, they bring in so much life to their writings. Sujatha Di has taught me so much about life and that one huge relationship I am insanely scared about, marriage. In fact she has made it a lot less scarier. Viya has been a really good friend now, and her posts are full of life that it cheers up any gloomy day. Shreya has became a new found friend, through her tweets, while Red makes me laugh with all of her posts. There are so many other people, who have taught me a lot about fashion and other related things, especially Chandana and Jahn.

I wouldn't really want to write a year end review, because all I would remember is how horrendously crazy and bad the last few months have been. But Vinati, a new 'saheli' in her words, has helped me remember how there are shining stars in between every gloomy and dark sky. It has been fun in fact. I went for the best trip ever with a few people who mean a lot to me. Well it was an inter-college youth festival, but we had a lot more of fun than drama! And I had the best birthday ever. My first birthday in college and it was perfect with the best people. I also got to know who my true friends are, people who would stick with me like glue, no matter what. So yes, it was good.

A few wishes for the following year:
>Get out of the freaking college!: Yes that place is hell for me now, so I am literally counting the days left in that place!!

>Get into a university for Masters: I have applied for every college possible, and I hope I get into some place. And I pray that it is not as bad as the college I am at present!

>Get a driver's license: It has been two years since I have been eligible to drive, and I still don't have a driver's license, thanks to my lack of ability to stay in one place for as much time as required.

>Do something creative: It could be anything. ANYTHING! Make a drawing, write something, or at least make my blog a lot more prettier.

>Cook my heart out: Yes, I want to do that! Like I have been doing for the past one month at home.

>Bathe for nearly 2 hours: I know that sounds insane. But I seriously want to. The maximum I can get to is half an hour, and I wonder how people bath for 2 and more hours!

>Get 100+ followers: Something for my sweet blog :)!

That's about it for now. I have so so many people to thank. Inspector Saheb, Never Endiing thoughts, Destiny's Child, Nia and so on. I am really sorry if I forgot anyone, but I am really grateful and, from the bottom of my heart, thank every single person who has made this journey, so far, so wonderful.

Happy New Year Friends and Happy Birthday to me :)!!!

Two sides of a coin

You might be stronger, or outnumbered
But I believe in less is bliss
What exactly is the use of a hundered people surrounding you, when you are indeed alone
What is the use of being around people who don't have the courage
And the consciousness to speak out the truth
There might be a lot, but
You are alone
There is so much anger left inside
That I have to vent out, sooner or later
Anger of overreacting, anger of accusing, with no proof
I had proof, but you were too reluctant to know my part of the coin
There are two sides to every coin, my love
There is so much of lamenting to be done
But I guess you don't deserve any of them
Like someone said
"People who don't want to know you
Don't deserve to know you".

The Perfect Change

The dholak played their tunes, and the priest chanted the verses
As I became we, and Miss became Mrs
You turned to us, as we circled the fire
Promising each other to stay together, forever
For better or for worse, during times of joy and sick
Love had bloomed long back, around five years back
A love which I thought was perfect
But waking up in his arms, after our first night
Love took a new turn,
It seemed new, the love seemed new
There seemed to be a change
The perfect change

A Wish and Prayer

Here is wishing all of my dear blogger friends a Merry Merry Christmas. Hope you get loads of presents and have a blast feast! Forget the calories for the day, and eat to your heart's content. 

And a small prayer from me. This Christmas I wish Santa grants me a peaceful six months at college, rather than the past six months. I would love to leave college with a few happy memories with the few people who mean a lot to me. So Santa, hears my wish.... :)

What a change Sirji...

So this is the cake I made for my Baby. He loved it, in fact he is eating it now as well. So did everyone else, but it was very hard. Don't know why.
Anyway I was hungry this morning, and I had a huge apple on one side, and the remaining bits of the cake on the other side. I kept turning my head to either sides, unable to decide on what exactly to eat, and finally decided, very reluctantly, on the apple.
A friend of mine keeps asking from when had I become so weight conscious, because I was probably the only girl at school, who still found pleasure in filling my stomach with chocolates, cakes and all the junk food possible. And exercise was like a relative I would never meet. But now... I don't know why. But I am fine with it. Or I think!!

Another Award!!!

The day was already exciting and fun, and now Hazel has made it a lot more special with this blog award. Thank you dear :)!!!!

The Menu for Wednesday

 Achan's Cousin had come over for dinner last night. And this was the menu. Not very dramatic or anything, but I loved the lasagne :P

Lentil Lasagne..

Chilly Chicken. I might be a vegetarian, but I don't mind making :P

Kofta with Chapathi

And, tada my Christmas Tree...It is a small tree, but I had to make all possible tantrums to get that. So I am very happy :)!!! Love you Amma and Acha for this!!!

Set Weekend...

Well my weekend for the week is completely set!

My sister, Jeeju and cutest lovable nephew baby are coming home tomorrow! I am as excited as I can be just for that very reason. Though Jeeju will be back to Dubai in two days, Chech and Baby are staying for some time. At least till I am back to God's own country. Wish Jeeju could also stay along till then. Hmmm....
Baby was sick during his birthday, so Chech was sad she couldn't give him cake. And I had promised to make him a really lovely cake. And day after tomorrow also happens to be Achan's and Jeeju's birthday. So it's triplet celebration. And Amma and me have so much work in the kitchen. We have actually made a list :P.
And on Friday, Achan has booked a train which goes into a cave with different kinds of creations done with the stones. Not really sure what exactly it is, but Amma was very excited when Achan called and said he had booked tickets. So am I!

So yes, it is going to be a busy and exciting weekend! :)

A Normal day and a few Realizations..

Well now that I am Home home, I have been enjoying my time to the fullest. Today was the first day that I have had to spend fully, yesterday being too drowsy and lazy spending most of the time cuddling inside the blanket. My body was getting used to the cold :P! Few things I realized today 

• I miss college more than I thought I would. Well for obvious little reasons, thought I wouldn't want to get back to that place anytime soon.
• I miss my old wavy hair. Shit people make mistakes, and I make tonnes of them!
• Cooking is actually damn fun. If you have a person to help you out (like my mommy the great), it can be a lot more fun.
• Decorating a Christmas tree for the very first time was super exciting. Few more stuff to add on to it and I will be posting a picture soon :D!
• I have actually grown thin! I bought a few awesome tops today and the size I usually buy was loose for me!! Yupppiiieeee....
• I agree with guys watching porn and stuff. Well it's part of their genes isn't it? But I do not, or should I say DO NOT agree with guys videotaping girls, without their knowledge, and enjoying the tapes later on. Very bad boys, very bad!
• I get tensed really really fast. And at most times it turns out to be for nothing.

So well yup that's it for now!! Made Palak Paneer today and it came out really good :D

Metamorphosis

The sky was dark, and the roads felt barren

The wind blew its way, into the quiet night

The trees motioned in a rough and harsh way

The leaves escaped from their firm grip, and lay on the ground

The houses were ignorant to the chaos, owing to the locked windows

The birds flapped their wings, to a smoother blue

And then the dark blue turned a bright yellow

Embracing the trees and birds with its brightness

There was hope, there was a ray

It felt weird

It felt warm

It felt like the weather,

Experienced a metamorphosis

A Quest for love

I yearned for love, I craved for passion.
I was glued to the mirror to look my perfect best for my mystery man!
I would act bold before every Tom, Dick and Harry, to impress him, whom I wish I knew.
One fine morning, I would walk out in a mini skirt to flaunt those perfect legs,
While a pretty floral dress adorned me on the  next.
But the desire continued, and so did the passion.
Sitting on a garden bench in my plain denims and pink top,
Crying, with puffy eyes and smudged kajal,
He sat next to me,
And love happened!

And life took a turn..

Life was perfect. I had a perfect family, with the perfect mother who would support me no matter what I did. But I must admit she got a bit infuriating at times. But she was the best. I had the sweetest father, who was by far the only man who stood by me, at my best and worst. Well, till a few months back I felt Sam was a good competitor for my father, but I guess there is no better man like Daddy for me. And the two perfect sisters, Emma and Beth. Though happily married and well settled far away from the three of us, they are always there for me. Through think and thin. So well yes, we are a happy, cheerful family.

The only absence in my life would be a lover. A better half, a partner, an equal, but mostly the complete opposite, a spouse etc etc… Well with such a perfect family, why do I need one single partner, when I have four completely different, superb, exciting partners? To love, fight, care and scream at.

When I am not at home, I am at my pastry shop. Yes, I am pastry-chef. I don’t really like self appreciation neither do I like people who boast about themselves, but with the amount of crowd my shop gathers I should think that I am pretty good at what I do, at what I love to do. I have created wonders with Emma’s wedding cake. She wanted a white, really tall cake, so how could I resist my sister’s, and at that moment the bride, wish. So I gave her a white, tall cake with a sculpture of her and Peter standing on the top of the cake, kissing. And then I made sugar coated pink roses and ended with a few white flowers. It took me nearly two days to get it done, but it was all worth the time and effort. My parents wanted a simple, chocolate cake for their 50^th anniversary. And voila, I gave them a heart shaped simple chocolate filled cake with a chocolate topping and a few hearts here and there to keep that love shining. And right now, I am busy planning for Beth’s baby’s welcome cake. Yes, I have promised Beth and Jack that it will be the best cake to welcome the new addition to the family.

And then I met Shawn. He used to be a regular customer, to buy his pretty niece a muffin just before she was dropped to school. We used to share a smile or two, but I enjoyed seeing the smile on Sarah’s face when he would hand over the blueberry muffin for her to munch on. Life seemed to be a lot prettier with that smile. And it used to be a boost, during those cranky days of mine. He came in one fine morning, wearing what he normally wears, a blue shirt, black pant and a black coat. And Sarah looked like an angel, wearing a white fairy dress. “You look like an angel. What’s the occasion?” I ask with a smile. “I am a fairy,” Sarah says with that cute-adorable-sweet smile of hers. Her uncle answers my question, “its fancy dress at school today.” “Aww, you are going to be the cutest fairy out there, my dear,” I bend over and hand her the muffin, for free. Who could not fall for that smile? I thought.

“I would not pay you, only if you would agree for me to take you out for dinner tonight.” Shawn said. It was out of the blue, totally unexpected. His expression made it feel like he shared the same feeling. But I said a yes. An even more unexpected, but honest answer. And then, I fell in love. Yes, Daddy seemed to have a tough competition. But everyone was glad with my choice. Everyone was happy for me, for us. Sarah seemed to be the reason for us to happen, and she remained to be our fairy angel. Beth gave birth to a beautiful girl, whom we named Annie. We wanted to take it slow and not jump into a marriage and ruin the entire relationship.

It had been two years, since my life became a lot more beautiful. “Let’s go for a drive,” I had insisted one very dark and clouded evening. He was busy with work, I was busy with my customers, but I wanted to be with him. Wanted to talk to him, look at his beautiful, perfect face. And he had never said a no to me, neither did he now. The weather was with us, with me. It started to pour. Not heavily, but just as much as I would want it to. To bring in the spark to the evening. He stopped the car, turned to face me, and held my hand. He took out a box from his pocket, which I was sure enclosed a ring and said, “It’s been two years since that day Sarah became a fairy. Would you mind being my fairy for the rest of our lives?” And as honest as my first ‘yes’ to him was I uttered with tears on my eyes, “Yes.”

The next moment I opened my eyes, I saw Daddy, Mom, Emma, Peter, Beth, Jack, Annie and a man standing next to me. They all looked worried, but relieved to see me see them. They said a truck had hit the car and that I hit my head on the windshield. But they told me Shawn was fine. I looked at them with a questioning look, and asked, “Who is Shawn?”

Dear Auntyji's

I am a 20 year old normal, intelligent (ya-right), fun loving girl. I have six life-breaking, tough months left to get over with college, and I have not yet decided whether I should work, do a PG or do both together till now. I have applied planning to apply to a number of colleges hoping I will get through any one, at least. My parents are not ready, my sister and jeeju (and my sweetheart nephew of course) is definitely not ready and I am 100% confidentlyabsolutely sure that I am not ready to GET MARRIED!!

Hunt for the perfect dulha is going on for my cousin sister, who is 3 years elder to me. And guess what! If her ‘stars’ don’t match with the guy, they ask about me! I mean come on ladies and gentlemen, how can you be so bloody stupid and irritating to ask for my hand when you have just rejected my sister’s. I am so glad my younger sister is just 5. They would at least not ask for her ‘astrologicallyproven paper’ to consider.

I really REALLY don’t understand what is wrong with the Auntys around me. You see a girl you find her ok-looking DOES NOT mean you go around with a proposal for her. You wait and first and foremost see if she is bloody ready and then go with the proposal. Not just barge into their home and say “I have a son who is soandsoandsoandso. Would you be interested to marry off your daughter to him?” I do not care if he is the world’s richest-most goodlooking-loving guy in the world. I am not ready yaani I am not ready. When I have made up my mind to marry, which I have not yet decided, I will put a big banner in front of my house. Or better I would have brought home my very own rich-good looking-loving guy, which would definitely make things easier for all of you!

When I am ready!!!

So my dear Auntyji’s please stop irritating and aggravating me. You need not break your heads trying to find the puurrrfffeeeccct guy for me. Most probably I would find him by myself.

P.S: I am so so so glad my parents are nowhere near to these Auntys! And I am not bringing them near them for another four years at the least!

Happy is definitely an under-statement

I was one among the blue smileys until now :)

I feel happy… I feel pleasant.. I feel serenity… I feel love and not hatred… I feel glad… I feel content… I feel complete…. I feel cheerful… I feel the cool wind blowing through my hair, even though it is scorching hot outside… I feel the rainy drops on my face in spite of it being completely dry… I feel pure, true love not expecting anything in return… I feel lovely…. I feel life… I feel like there is a reason to live… I feel food… Good food…. You know why… Because

I AM HOME…