*chomp#$@&#$munch$%#@&chew#$%&gulp* sorry was polishing off the last laddoo.
The only thing I love about Holi is the mouth watering sweets my awesome mum dishes out. Now here I’d like to mention n I think most of my friends would agree my mum has an X chromosome with a cooking gene replacing every piece of junk DNA. (I’m hoping against hope that a non-bio person i.e. someone other than my best friends is reading this blog….I want to thank u with all my heart……u r very special to me….but u will have to google to find out what the previous sentence means :P).

Now Holi comes right after the winter season (going by Mumbai standards…some parts of India are still enjoying pleasant weather…lucky them!! *sob*) ya so….right after winter season….when bongs in Kolkata enjoy the date (as in khajoor in hindi :P) jaggery that comes into market only in the winter. I don’t live in Kolkata but I still get to enjoy the delights of “patali gudd” (bong name for the jaggery), mum always manages to lay her hands on some (love her!!! :P). But this year she made two trips to Kolkata between December and January n our freezer is well stocked for the rest of the year!!! :D

So coming back to holi n sweets, this year ma got a little carried away (not that I’m complaining) coconut laddoos (nadoos in bong), sandesh(this is the only sweet u might find at a bong sweet shop), peethe (sweetened rice n gudd pancakes stuffed with coconut cooked in gudd), gajar ka halwa (only dish without the gudd), she also bought gujiya n jalebis from the local sweet shop……………………..brb have to wipe the drool off my chin (I’m a girl so I will use a hanky or a tissue not my sleeve.)
So obviously I have been stuffing my face with the delectable reservoirs of calories…. ignoring the 'ouches', 'eee..s' n 'chee chees' coming from inside my wardrobe. I think the 'ouches' came from the belts n buttons. I’m sure my tops n denims understand…..they’ve tasted my mum’s food, I feel generous (read clumsy) sometimes…..n feed my clothing when I eat :P

A thought crosses my mind, “my kids will miss this…..coz I hate to even enter the kitchen(according to my mother I haven’t yet experienced the pleasures of cooking) what I fail to understand is, what can be so pleasurable about sweating in a hot stuffy kitchen to painstakingly make something which will be eaten in minutes n u know where it will end up the next morning!!!! Another ewww I think from the fridge. Then again in my mum’s words “u’ll know when u have kids, u’ll want them to know and experience all the good things that u have known.” I mentally promise my self to take culinary lessons from my mother before I have kids……but I don’t think I could infuse that magic into the food or put that much effort n resources into gathering the ingredients. So I think I’ll just visit my parents for festivals…….some people never change…..n I am one of them. :P

p.s. this post is coming a day after holi because the author was busy pigging out yesterday. :)

when i was 10.....

When I was 10……

The last thing I’d think of before going to bed would be “Where can I dump the milk tomorrow?” Yes I’d be thinking of new ways to get rid of the glass of milk I was forced to drink everyday.
Now at 22 I think of diseases (my MSc specialization is applied medicine…what else can I think of?)”
“first salary….if I get a job that is!”
“why did ABC say that….what did she mean?”

The first thing I’d think of when I woke up would be “mum found out I’d poured it into the basin yesterday…..how does she know everything? I’ll flush it down the toilet today.”
Now at 22 the first thing I think of when I wake up is “I have to catch the 9:10 today, was late yesterday.”
“Must reach the library before XYZ, I want that book……that GODKAR is mine.”
“Should I talk to ABC today, what could she mean?”

On my way to school I’d be in a serious discussion with my friends “Arre….I pour mine into the flowerpots…….the plants drink it up for me n mom thinks it’s her new fertilizer.”
“oye! I don’t have any plants at home” :(
At 22…..in the train, “why is that woman staring at me? Oh she thinks she can beat me to that seat….high hopes lady.”
“Uff only if these fatsos could give me a little more place…..my butt isn’t as small as I think it is”
:(
“Must start walking again.”

In school, “why can’t these mummies just let the calves have what’s rightfully theirs. The calf needs to be big and strong too. I bet mum dint think of this….i’ll talk to her about it today.”
At my lab in the present “kya dimaag ko shot! Who cares who that underwear belongs to? Or if its stained with blood or urine?”
“Ewwww….is it really someone’s underwear?”
“Where does forensics figure in applied medicine?”
“Am I writing an experiment or are we playing bridget jones’ diary?”

Back home from school……”I think I’ll plant this thing first…I can change later.”
“wait a minute….if I put it in my glass then mum cant gimme milk at all” “yayyyyy!! I’m a genius”
At 22 “I bet that sweet speech wasn’t meant for us, she thinks we dint notice how ‘MSc 2 batch’ was added as subscript after every sentence”

How I wish I was 10 again……

fucking fabulous blog- i'm not saying this people think so. :P

yipppppeeeeeeee!! My first award!!! Actually first literary award......i've won awards before......ofcourse I have......many infact. :P

But everytime I win an award (a loooooonnnngg list) I feel so overwhelmed. Its so nice when your hardwork is recognised. Not many know how much that pat on the back, these tokens of appreciation matter. But the generous person that I am I always strive to give more than I receive......n I guess thats why the love just keeps growing. ooooooooo....I think i'm going to cry. I'd like to take a moment to compose myself before I thank all the people who havent really contributed much but formalities....formalities........u know how it is.

The first just has to be my lola dearest....for the inspiration....u started it girl now u r stuck for life. :P

Then my brother.......my worst critic....actually I think he's just jealous.

Okay now can I just take my award so I can go rest my BIG head somewhere?

Apparently not.....i've got to do some something before I can celebrate. Well here goes....The person who recieves the award has to abide by the following rules....
1. Put the above image on your blog.
2. List 10 truths about yourself.
3. Enlighten people with a meaningful quotation
4. Pass on the award to as many bloggers as you know who deserve the award.

Okayyyyy....the 10 truths
1. I LOVE CHOCOLATES......I can eat chocolates for all my meals for the rest of my life. N I love it most in its bitter form. Careful n meticulous study conducted by me (which involved eating lots and lots of chocolates :P) has proved that chocolate can lift one's mood as soon as it touches the tongue.....mmmmm.

2. I'm terrified of the dark....there is always something behind me, under my bed, behind the curtains......everywhere. Thats why I picked the bed that has a storage cabinet underneath.....I know what u are thinking n I try not to let that thought creep into my head but I think i'll sleep wid my brother tonite just to be safe.

3. I love the Kishore Kumar-R.D.Burman combo. They dint make music......they made magic together.
I also love listening to ghazals. Jagjit Singh's my favorite.

4. I cant sleep at night if I havent broken something, fallen somewhere, banged into something or someone atleast once during the day. Its a wonder I walk on the roads of Mumbai all day and get back home alive.

5. I'm a sucker for all Hrishikesh Mukherjee films. All of them....mili, guddi, khoobsurat, chupke-chupke, anand, abhimaan, bawarchi (my favorite). I actually have most of the dialogues memorised. :P

6. Its a well known fact that I just cannot remember birthdays, anniversaries or any other dates. Its such a task just remembering my own birthday. Its 5th august btw n I like gifts. :P

7. I am just not a cellphone person. I do not carry it around all the time. I even forget it at home somedays (this surprises people the most). I check it only once at the end of the day. N the poor guy's forever on the silent mode.

8. I cannot cook, not even if my life depended on it. I have caused a gas leak in my kitchen, burned holes into utensils (u should've seen the look on my mum's face) and even managed to burn my hair once (just a few strands thankfully). BMC can hire me to demolish illegal constructions...all I have to do is enter the kitchen.

9. Someone once said (this is another thing about me......I can never remember who said what..... its always 'someone said....but thats not the ninth truth) ya so a bollywood actor (I think) once said "I get to live different characters through the different roles I play. Well I do that through books. I'm Elizabeth Bennet everytime I read "Pride and Prejudice" and Josephine March everytime I read "Little Women". I mentioned the above two books coz they're my favorites.
I read whenever i'm bored of being me.

10. I CAN TALK. I dont mean that I have functional vocal cords, what i'm trying to say is that I cant stop talking. There is always so much to talk about, so many things happening, so many stories to tell. Even if I do manage to clamp my mouth shut, my tongue just keeps wagging inside. My family...including my dog has started using earplugs :( Thats one reason I started blogging.......and now my fingers wont stop typing. HEEEEELLLPPPPP!!!!

I know only one person I want to give this award to.......GAI. (please start writing again)

The Meaningful Quotation.....
"Sometimes you have brainstorms and sometimes you get just the clouds"