A good morning :)

Sometimes I wake up and feel very happy . It is like I have a spring in my steps. I feel like dancing I feel like taking an effort in everything I am doing that morning.

When I say “Good Morning”. A tiny voice seconds that “Oh yeah”.

Today I again feel the same.

So I thought is there a logical reason as to why the glee or is it that today I have a conscious realization of it? Mmmm… *Ponder Ponder*

What did I do when I woke up or what did I do last night

- For starters I had dinner very early and didn’t eat before sleeping (People say we get a peaceful sleep if we eat early)

- I had a head bath and that too early not just before rushing off to work. (no logic for this though)

- I am not late to work (I honestly feel bad when I reach late)

- The food I cooked has turned out decent (from a few days it was a tad bit close to disaster)

- I had a brilliant last week (not that I have been having anything less than that earlier)

Or maybe its just a feeling so need not really have an explanation.

And ofcourse there are days when I wake up super lazy and don’t want to do anything at all. But I am guessing its largely on me to shake that feeling and bring the spring in my step. Instead I love to drown in my laziness for no apparent reason. And it doesnt perk me up but bogs me down.

Some might say that we need to have Those days to appreciate These days. But I am not really convinced.

Hmmmmmmmmm.

Random post for the random feeling.

Nothing is interesting if you're not interested. ~Helen MacInness

CookShetra X X X

Armed with a cutting board as shield and a knife as sword, I raided the fridge. Dragged the aalu, tomatoes and threw it in boiling water. I held the onion at the edge of my sword and tried to cut out through its heart. But it kept slipping out. After a tearful fight with it, I managed to tear it to pieces.
After the army of vegetables were taken care of I was face to face with the masala-putras. I knew I had to burn them with the vegetables. Gasping and coughing through their force I buried a few of them too.


Once I burnt all of them together and was prepared to taste my victory over them my husbandeshwar walks in to tell me I was fighting the wrong battle.


That’s my cookshetra. An everyday battle. An everyday journey.


It started an year back.
- Understanding how the spices taste

- lal mirchi, dhaniya powder and haldi are not the only masalas

- after a lot of over cooking and undercooking I finally have a hang of time

- fighting through the maze of daals, I finally understand their identity

- I cook things other than aalu, capsicaum and bhindi

- I cried when it turned out yuck(which was quite a few times). Now I have times when I smile a lot

- It took me hours to get through dal sabzi and roti. Now its like second nature.



Somewhere during this journey I fell in love. I fell in love with cooking. It was like the cliché, where the guy and girl meet in a journey . Initially they hate the sight of each other and then when they understand the uniqueness and fun . They fall in love.


That learning process made me concentrate. Made me appreciate the different flavors. Made me want to experiment. It gave me the same thrill as dancing. That’s quite a thing to say.



Also, being a leo it got to my ego when people said “I can’t cook. “ “It tastes bad”. When others laughed.Even if I had not liked it just to prove it that it ain’t that big a deal, I would have learnt cooking. But fortunately I enjoyed it and am loving it.


I love exploring new dishes. Trying out stuff, which my hubby never likes. But the satisfaction I get after making a new thing is unbeatable.


Cooking is like love. It should be entered into with abandon or not at all.
Harriet Van Horne

On a Tangent

3 friends.

3 friends who know each other since a long time.

3 friends who know so much about each other that it is frightening.

3 friends who can talk for hours together about everything under the sun.

3 Best friends.

But still, some conversations among us make me take a tangent to it. There has been a time that I simply dozed off. I don’t listen to the conversation I start pondering. I am amused many times.

Probably the different paths that we have had, has created that frequency difference among us. The times and life that we have seen has been on different levels altogether.

Some things I might never understand. Some feelings I might never share.

But we still gel like a bowl of jelly beans. I guess we keep dropping and sticking to each other.

(And I cant find a single quote to suit this.. )

Its not complicated :)

I have no questions
that i want life to answer
It doesn't bother me why;
people are a certain way
I judge some people
I love some people
I am a hypocrite in some situations;
I stand by my values in some.
I crib about some things
I love some things

I emulate some things about people
not coz i want to be like someone..
but I respect that trait
I want that trait.
I am ME; at times, different than many
at times ; similar to many maybe.
I believe I am unique very unique.
So is everybody.

Life is simple.
We have the power to complicate it.
I love complicating it at time.
I love adding drama at times.
But inside i know, its simple.
Its stupid.
Its just there.
And all life answers are objective;
Its either a yes or a no.

Saying all this is so simple.
I don't take all situations so positively.
But this is what is there inside me.
This is how i feel .
I react i dramatize.
But I know its superficial.
I am learning, I am smiling.
I am living.

Don't take life too seriously, you'll never get out of it alive. -- Elbert Hubbard

(am i taking it seriously?? )

What a bugger!!!

10 things that bug me:

- Sound of creaky chalk on the board
This bug is accompanying me since childhood. Some things never change *Sigh* (drama queen)

- anybody bragging incessantly
Could be about own posessions. About own (existing or non existing). Do i look like I care!!!.. It is a royal pain in the keeeeeeee. \

- Putting me down (my ego is bad)
This could make a place in the list "things that i hate to the core". Never do this to me. Its a direct ticket to "people to get back at". I will. Or i will sulk incessantly, that's bad too.

- "What did you eat today or What did Nishit eat today" .. coming from parents
Not being disrespectful. I understand they care. But i wouldn't be gng hungry everyday and neither would i keep Nishit hungry.

- the love handles (*Snigger*)
Love should be in the air not on ur waist. The sight or feel of it bugs me to no ends. I should do something about it

- Me saying "I should do somthing about it" and not doing anything ( 'it' can be anything)
Grrrr... This list should have started with this bugger. Gotta edit it. :P

- "you never call." / "you never call back.. " / "Dont u see ur fone"
Anybody saying this . I know i am at fault. I know i should improve (and i honetly think ia m trying to improve... but this is the max i can do.. Apologies) . But it totally gets to my head. Thats just how I am with the mobile since i started using it.

- Washing clothes
Drab. I have never washed clothes nor do i intend to. When i have to, i simply hate it. Even the smallest pice of cloth i dont wash. What were washing machines made for!!! huh

- Boring Poeple (as per my perspective)
A quote says "Some people have the power of speech but not the power of communication." I so agree. People can go on and on and i so loose track. My solcae at that time : my dreamland.

- Going to the petrol pump (silly!!!.. i know)
It can be a derivative of lazyness. Since i drive a 2 wheeler i have to have to have to go there. But i hate it hate it hate it. I delay till the last drop. Sometimes if i am lucky enough and the petrol decides to get over during weekends, I make my hubby do that. Brilliant.


What a bugger!!! I cant find a quote for this post!!! Thats so bugging :P

The reason for this random post though is that me and 2 of my friends decided to write a post on a common topic…

Just to see how similarly we are different…

After around 20 mails exchanged in office debating on the topic for the same, we zeroed down on this non-controversial, non-philosophical one!

Just in case u r interested, the links to the other 2 blogs are

conceptlife.blogspot.com

Nehamordia.blogspot.com

My New Family

Meet the Pillay's

Mr. Vishwanthan Pillay
He is one of the most handsome men at 60. Tall, lean. Yeah lean. He is so well built. Younger people would feel a complex. His eating habits , are those that people talk about in books. He follows them since ages.( Secret of his handsome looks)
His dedication in life is amazing. For him retirement did not mean retirement from work. It only meant retirement from one job. He works and he still earns. He stll enjoys. And i cant resist saying again, he is simply handsome.
He is The Liberal Man. Lives and let lives. No disticntion between son and daughter or bahu.
I called him up, "Dad, there is a scheme to study MBA while working"
He didnt ask what it would cost. He didnt question. He simply said "whatever it takes, we will give. You just study"
Love my new dad.

Mrs. Nita Pillay
She is enthusiasm personified. Nobody at any age can be as enthusiastic as her. Impossible. She lives life to the fullest. She is fun. If she is around with you, you cant have a dull time. On picnics or parties, she is the centre of attraction. She can sing dance , make people have fun with the games she plans. No young people can come close to her enthusiasm.
A perfectionist to the core. Which thing is at which place she can explain on the fone, and you will find it excatly at that place. I am learning from her.
Always active. From the time she wakes up she is upto something. She is good at everything she does. If Nita Pillay has taken up a task. Be rest assured, it will be completed to perfection.
Nita Pillay is the definiton of "SHopaholic". She simply loves shopping. She does not need a reason to shop. And her taste is brilliant, classy and mind blowing. How can i forget to mention, she is the best bargainer to walk on planet earth. If you wanna go shopping, catch hold of her. The chances of getting the best thing at the best price is 100%.
Love my new mom.


Nisha Pillay
A perfect gemini. A non stop chatter box.She can go and on with all the energy. A complete foody. She can be a walking yellow page for all the good eating out places.
Very individualistic. She will always do what is right to her . No pretentions. If she likes you, she will do anything and everything for you. If she does not, GOD BLESS YOU. :)
Like mother like daughter in quite a few ways. She is the junior shopaholic. She loves and lives life.
She likes gifting. If you are in her good books, be assured that you will get a gift when u meet her.
Absolutley in love with her brother. Even if i try , i would never be able to match up to that love.
Love my new friend.

Sounds mushy and maybe too much of praise. But no. Its just the plain truth.
For me, i couldnt have asked for a better family to get married into.
Everybody is tightly knit. Selfless love. And they love me back the same way.

When you look at your life, the greatest happinesses are family happinesses. ~Joyce Brothers

Marriages are MADE in heaven. And Shopping FEELS like heaven.

D-Day – 20 feb. The day when I step into 50% merger. It’s the kind of merger, where you cease to own 100% rights to your own organization and have 50% rights, each, over 2 organizations. So effective is 100%. But in the end it is damn confusing as to who owns whom. Period.
I will get into gynagiri of Marriages(merger) later. Now, to a by product of the merger, Shopping!
Here is trailer of my list:
Saris: 5 from my parents 5 from his. Plus all the other oh-i-have-to-have-this saris.
My sub conscience: What can a girl, who lives denims, and the previously owner of just a single sari, do with so many saris?
Me: 1 for my wedding, 1 for my reception. 1 for the first day in sasural. I will have to wear a sari for first few days at my sasural. I have to look like a new bride.
My sub conscience: How many first few days are there at sasural?
Me: Ummm.. 2 maybe 3….
My sub conscience: the remaining 7 sari will look excellent in your wardrobe. (Snort) Me: But I am the new bride.
At the next sari shop: Oh-i-have-to-have-this sari.
Footwear: 1,2,3,4….. What was the last count????
My sub conscience: WTF, why do you need so many?
Me: I definitely need a black, and with that sari golden is the right match. And that other dress, blue is so perfect.
My sub conscience: But this sari, when will you wear?
Me: Some or the other time. I can’t go hunting for footwear then.
My sub conscience: What about all the others?
Me: I might just need a white, and green is such a common color. Brown is a must have. And red is my favorite color. I am planning to buy something that goes with red footwear.
My sub conscience: (About to faint). Wtf!!!
At the next footwear shop: Oh-i-have-to-have-this footwear.
Punjabi Suits: 15 plus 2 heavy plus 2 medium heavy( whatever does that mean)
My sub conscience: You hardly wear Punjabi suits. Why did you buy so many?
Me: You know I am getting married. I should look like a new bride for the first month at least. Plus, if I have to go out and do not feel like wearing a sari, then I should have a heavy dress.
My sub conscience: But u got so many saris. And what is medium heavy?
Me: You know that is a little better than daily wears and a little sober than the heavy ones. My sub conscience: Where do you plan to use them? Me: Some occasion might come up.
My sub conscience: So you wouldn’t be wearing western anymore , is it? With so many Indian outfits.
Me: Are you crazy? I won’t survive. But I am a new bride; I have to look like one for the first few days…
My sub conscience: Blah Blah Blah… And what after the first few days of ur bride-hood?
Me: I can’t change myself forever, can I? And my hubby loves western too. So I can get back to wearing them.
My sub conscience: God help this girl!!! So all this hassle for “one month”?

My sub conscience:
This is just a trailer of THE SHOPPING LIST. It runs into pages, which is all needed for the “new bride” look, which remains for 15 days. Out of which 10 days she is on honeymoon, which barely needs clothes. Lol. But guess what, nightwears for every single day (which costs close to 1k). Plus, if and when they go out, she needs new western clothes (new for every single day)
Ya like the saying goes, “She is the new bride. She can’t wear old clothes”.

Me:
Yes! It is crazy. The whole marriage drama is crazy. My fiancée shopped for 1 suit, 1 sherwani and 1 new pair for 1 day to visit my home. That’s it. Rest he says, he has loads of clothes and doesn’t need new ones. I do not have place in my wardrobe too. But still I am not able to resist “new bride” look.
This is when I believe the shopaholism (it’s a self-made word) in every women comes out with full boom. It feels holy to go and shop. No one stops you from doing it. Since you are going to be the new bride. In fact parents are the ones to join you in the holy endeavor.
Apart from the other entire wedding extravaganza that wipes out parents bank balance, this one is my favorite.
But believe me when I say, I am the most sober shopping bride. I have shopped hardly anything.

My sub conscience: Amen!!!

I like my money right where I can see it: hanging in my closet. -- Carrie from Sex and the City
Shopping is a woman thing. It's a contact sport like football. Women enjoy the scrimmage, the noisy crowds, the danger of being trampled to death, and the ecstasy of the purchase. -- Erma Bombeck
Shopping is better than sex. If you're not satisfied after shopping you can make an exchange for something you really like.-- Adrienne Gusoff