Sunday, July 20, 2014

The Energy Boosters of My Life

There are some things in our lives that bring us out from the darkest of times. They add that pinch of spice in an otherwise uneventful lives and make our outlook much more brighter. In other words, they add zeal to our lives. Everyone has their own list of such things and here is mine:

1. Books: 

"So many books, so little time". This has to be the most commonly used quote ever but it gets across my feelings so precisely. I have been addicted to books ever since my brother put a Enid Blyton book in the hands of a 7 year old me and I haven't looked back since then. It takes me just a good book to make me forget all my woes and miseries. Every time I open the pages of one, I forget the entire world around me. Books are divine- they give me that hope and zeal to keep walking on the path that I had chosen. 

The Book that has me bankrupt now :P But no regrets!

Just a few racks of my book shelf

2. Music:

Friedrich  Neitzsche says, "Without music, life would be a mistake" and I am glad that my life is not a mistake. Music is the biggest inspiration for me; it is amazing how vividly I am able to imagine a particular song as a story with all the emotions put into it coming alive.Good music never fails to move me, touch me, and raise goosebumps on my arms.
So be it the childhood favorites of Hannah Montana's This is life, Rockstar and If we were a movie, the amazing fusions of Coke Studio India or the beautiful melodies of Yiruma, music defines me and adds infinite zeal in my life.

3. Friends:

“If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you.” This is a line from one of my favorite favorite books, Winnie the Pooh by A.A.Milne. I find myself really lucky to be saying that I do have such people in my life whom I would want to keep till the day I stop breathing. It is very hard to find good friends and I wonder sometimes how I landed with having such amazing friends. They know me better than I know myself (It IS true), can make me laugh in the worst of my moods (and I sure can be cranky as hell), love me for the way I am and make my life so awesome. 
Best friends :)
Good friends= Greatest zeal in life.

4. Walks:

I love walking. Period. 

Be it a stroll in the campus alone or the chatter session with a close friend, walking is my favorite way of spending my time. I have been taking walks since my childhood days- we would wrap up a day's play in the evening and walk to the huge grounds of Tatasteel stadium in the campus. And when I became too big to be jumping around in a playground with kids, walking was the way all my evenings were spent going on walks with friends. We would stop at a favorite haunt to hog, successfully gaining four times the calories we might have lost by mistake :D But who cares right? 

And when I would be all alone in the town, I would take my favorite walk circuit and it would clear my head amazingly, make me think on the stuff that I had stashed in the pending drawer of my mind and help me have a clear approach on everything. Walking is like a huge release to me and needless to say, it is a big source of zeal in my life.
A walk with a close friend Sattu :)

5. My mother:

Me and Mummy :)
If there is anyone who fills me the most with enthusiasm and positivity about every thing under the sun, it is my mother. She is this amazing person who would find the bright side of everything and encourage me to do whatever I started because most of the times, I am filled with self doubts and leave it unfinished. She would take interest in WHATEVER I did right from painting a circle on a paper to washing my socks. She is the most creative person I have had the good fortune to meet and her touch is like magic. She can transform even the most mundane things into something very beautiful. She is patient and kind and loving and the best mother one can possibly dream to have. 

So yes, all the credits for filling my life with energy and zeal would hands down go to my mother!

This post is a part of the #ZestUpYourLife activity in association with TATA Zest and

The Black Wishes

Who DOES NOT love black? Black, I have always felt is the color of non being. And that is where, as McGonagall  so wisely says, all vanished objects disappear. I love black because it mixes with everything and still stands out. It is, I my opinion, the classiest color imaginable. So whenever  I am in doubt, I go with black. Confused with my mobile body color? Chose black. Cannot decide what the hell I should wear? Put on a pair of black jeans. Shoes for college? Duh. Black floaters of course. If there is a color that you could choose with eyes closed and rest assured, it would be black. It looks good on EVERYONE and it can never go wrong.
Though there are about a hundred black things that I would absolutely like to covet, these are my top five

1. A black notebook-

I have always, ALWAYS wanted a notebook like this one. A plain, black cover, with a rubber band to close it shut and a small holder at the side for a pen. It is elegant, handy and simply AWESOME. I have goosebumps just at the THOUGHT of running my fingers over the black surface of such a notebook. Too perfect for words!

2. A black Kindle-

I have ALWAYS had people suggesting me that I get a kindle because I appear to be living in stone age to most of my friends with a good for nothing phone and absolutely no internet access. But more than the necessity to do FB and play candycrush, people suggest it to me because reading novels would be so simple then. I had never really considered the idea of replacing the amazing feel and of paper with an electronic gadget so when my grandfather told me that instead of buying so many books, I could just buy  a kindle (I bristled at the idea, let me tell you) and be done with it, I retorted with a ‘I don’t want all my books looking and smelling the same’. But now, after I had a go on my friend’s kindle, I kind of started entertaining the idea of a kindle. Don’t get me wrong, I am a bibliophile and I LOVE buying books so my sleek, black Kindle(If I ever get one) would be for all my engineering text books (which are WAY too expensive) and with the money I save on them, I could buy myself more novels! Great plan huh?

3. A black wand-

To say I simply want this would be an understatement. I NEED this. Every living cell of my body craves for this ever since I read the Harry Potter series. I have probably spent the better part of my childhood trying and making a beautiful, black wand like this one but needless to say, it has always been a huge fail. And whenever I look at THIS one and just see the sleek black handle of it, the magnificent body with the slender vines like structure it, I weep for its absence in my life. 

4. A black treasure chest-

Do you see that? Do you see that perfect, beautifully engraved black chest? Well, now you know what my dreams look like. I would KILL to have a chest like that standing on my shelf. All the things I treasure- letters from my friends, a pocket radio given by my best friend, the amazing cards that my best friends have made for me over the years and the tidbits that I love a lot. I do have a wooden chest but a black one? Would die to own it any given day.

5. Sirius BLACK-

Okay, so this character has been in my fantasies ever since J.K.R’s created world and my real world met. Sparks flew and BAM! Mr. Darcy and Phil of the future got blown away only to be replaced by Sirius Black. Have you ever read about a character that is super cool, super brainy, super funny, super troublemaker and somehow, super single at the same time? I give you Sirius Black. He's my favorite marauder, he made dog my favorite animal and gave 'cool'ness a whole new turnover. And yes, it is my secret wish to sit on that motorbike of his.
No, I refuse to entertain any idea that says that he is *gulps* DEAD. Sirius Black is very much alive and is in every way the man of my dreams.

But as Mr.Black is not a ‘black thing’ technically and despite my belief, impossible entity to possess, I would settle with the wish for a black Alsatian whom I would obviously name Padfoot. I have always wanted a dog and what would be a better thing to wish for than this!

This post is a part of #WhatTheBlack activity at

Monday, July 7, 2014

A Dream Come True

It was a sweltering hot summer afternoon. After a vehement refusal of joining my parents for the marriage ceremony of some far-off cousin, I lay down on the sofa finally hoping to cherish a few heat-free hours in front of the TV. But that is too much to wish for in the middle of the summer, isn't it?

Cursing the human race for increased Global Warming and its effects that were made to suffer by the poor me, I looked around helplessly waiting for a miracle to happen that would somehow erase the heat from the surroundings.

And Voila! There appears my brother carrying a tray with two glass mugs that seemed to be brimming with some golden colored liquid.

What would life be without that instant reaction your body gives on smelling and seeing something delicious? There is something inexplicably wonderful about the way a burst of saliva floods your mouth in the anticipation of food to come, something joyful about the gulp you take to stem that flow of excitement in you.
And when the food in question comes to in you beautiful, crystal clear glass ware of Borosil that enunciates every particle of the dish, the anticipation just inflates to the brim. Needless to say, precisely that happened in my case and those few seconds my brother took to reach me were like those long moments stretched to slow motion (like they show in the movies) with my eyes feasting on the drink.

"Guess what this is!", my brother asks me. 

"Just hurry up and give me the mug" I say impatiently.

"You will get this only if you guess correctly" replies my brother annoyingly. And that is when, I give a closer look to the beautiful beverage in his hand. 

At the bottom was a beautiful light brown syrup with the soda that was aerated with tiny air bubbles escaping to the top one by one. The middle layer was an amazing caramelized brown that stuck perfectly to the sides of the glass mug serving as a transition between the syrup at the bottom and the layer on the top. I could already hear the crunch 

And on the top was a thick layer of butterscotch in a mouthwatering shade of yellow. I could clearly see the white cream floating midst the layers of ice cream. Looking at it, all my childhood memories and fantasies came back to me in a whirl. 

Harry Potter and all the seven books, the extent to which I went trying to believe that I was a part of the magical world, the wait for Hogwarts letter, the tears on not getting it, the makeshift wands, the LED bulb at the front of it which I would switch on with glee while saying 'Lumos', the fantasy of trying of every tiny thing related to the world J.K.Rowling had created came back to me and the answer to my brother's question rose to my lips as easily as if it was always sitting there...

"Butterbeer", I whisper in awe and ecstasy.

"Butterbeer it is but with an opposite effect!", my bother smiles and hands me a mug. 

I sip it with a greediness that showcased 8 years of devout Harry Potter fandom... It was like a dream come true. 

With the first sip itself, I saw what my brother said- instead of the warming sensation as described by the book Butterbeer, our Butterbeer was amazingly chilled and instantly filled my insides with a cooling sensation.

And as I gulped down the rest of it leisurely, I felt that my wish of finding a chilled solace in the unbearable heat was finally granted.

Hail Butterbeer!

This post is written for My beautiful food contest from Indiblogger in association with Borosil.

Thursday, July 3, 2014

The Feast For The Eyes

Sometimes, the weather inspires you to do things that are literally out of the box. A cup of Hot coffee with crisps in rain, a bucket full of soup in winters with a cozy armchair laid beside the fireplace and what not.

One of the most cognitive things is the apprehension of what has leaded us to crave for such fantasies or wild wishes. One day, it was a wintery morning like never before. The sun refused to pay us a visit and it was afternoon already. It was so cold that the moment you put your feet on the floor, you will feel like you’ve spent hours in the freezer. The thick woolen rug appeared to be my lone savior.  It was then when my angel of a mom came up with this brilliant cashmere biryani that made my day.

One thing that is worth mentioning here is that being strict vegans, we are denied anything that is meatish. And I don’t regret it, or so, the things that my mother makes prove that. So the biryani; in Japanese there s a famous saying:

Eat with your eyes before you taste the food.

Visual entrapment of food leaves a longer blueprint of what you have eaten and helps you cherish the memories till eternity. So, I prefer glass or crystal ware while devouring delicious, mouthwatering recipes. It helps you see better of what you are consuming and enjoy the strange happiness.  And when it is a glassware of extraordinary quality like Borosil wares, it is more than just a feast to the eyes.

The biryani was a vibrant mixture of yellow and white. Yellow due to the rich saffron that went into it. With chunks of dried sorrel mushrooms, juicy pineapples, apricots and figs, it was a diners’ delight. The mild essence of saffron lingered on the taste buds after a mouthful of flavored rice, fruit and dry fruits stirred in clarified butter. The sorrel mushrooms gave it an earthiness which provided a depth to the dish. The addition of seasonal dry fruits like walnuts, almonds, pine nuts and chestnuts imparted this wonderful nuttiness that they carry. The addition of coconut milk to the rice provided it with a creamy richness that was cut through the palette due to the presence of right amount of acidity from the figs and the pineapple.  The balance of flavors did the magic and brought back the nostalgia of the Kashmir trip that we had during the summers. There are no words to explain the rich visual treat of the dish through the glassware, colored rice with layers and layers of brown, yellow, red, black, pink and green ingredients with a whiff of white coconut cream spread across like a streak of the milky way.

I kept on eating both with my eyes and mouth until there was nothing left in the bowl, and once that realization hit my senses, they craved for more and more and more. But alas, such good food is seldom meant to be left untouched and by the time I went to get a second helping, there was nothing left but an empty dish.

This post is written for My beautiful food contest from Indiblogger in association with Borosil.