Saturday 23 November 2013

How To Make Pulaav Like Me.

1. Ask your mother how much rice to take and then take whatever amount you want to.

2. Ask your mother the amount of water to add and then accidentally pour a lot more than that.

3. Boil the rice and then forget about it for some time.

4. Take a pan and pour 20 liters of oil in it. Not really okay? Only you should get to feel that you have poured a troublesome quantity of it.

5. Fry chopped onions in the oil. Then fry chopped beans and potato. Add spices of all colours- yellow, red, white, whatever. More or less doesn't matter.

6. Realize that you have fried things too much and they are about to catch fire.

7. Run and ask your mom "Everything has burnt. Should I add the rice now?"

8. Quickly add boiled rice into the black stuff.

9. Mix the mess. If it feels as if you are mixing glue, you know you have done it right.

10. Hide in some corner. Wait for people to taste the Pulaav and be surprised to listen that it was tasty.

*yaay* Hard work always pays!! Phew!

PS: I wish I had taken a snap of it. :(

Awarded

I thank Khushboo for nominating me for the Liebster Award. Even though I am happy and excited, I am in no mood to write everything from scratch when I can copy paste the 'paki-pakai khichdi' :P So I copy the following content from Khusboo's blog as it is.


Liebster Award is given to up and coming bloggers who have less than 200 followers. It’s appreciation from fellow bloggers and your chance to introduce yourself to other awesome bloggers.

If you receive this award, you are expected to:

1. Post 11 facts about yourself
2. Answer the 11 questions the tagger has given you
3. Tag 11 more Bloggers (with no more than 200 followers; no tagging back) and make 11 questions for them
4. Tell the people you tagged that you did.

I have posted not 11 but 20 facts about me in the last two posts.

Questions from Khushboo:

The craziest dream you ever had?
I don't remember my dreams unless they are creepy, like people whom I love the most have died at least once in my dreams. The scariest one- I was about to get married.

How many gol gappas can you eat at a time?
Could never test the limits. The most I have eaten were 12 and I stopped because everyone(including the gol gappa wale bhaiya) was laughing at me as I was jumping continuously and pouring tears at the speed of light.

Your favourite toy as a kid?
A green zebra which rolled on its legs when one of the legs was pulled and left.

A superpower you wished you had?
To erase every trace of memory from everybody's brain the instant I embarrass myself with yet another stupid mistake.

The funniest prank you have ever played?
Thinking and choosing one will take a few hours.

Which one do you prefer:

-Riding a roller coaster or reading your favourite book?
The question is not fair. So, reading my favorite book while riding on a roller coaster.

-Walnuts, cashewnuts, almonds or pistachios?
Almonds.

-Swimming in the pool or relaxing in a bath tub?
To learn swimming and then swim in the pool.

-What would you name your pet monkey?
Dog. I want a pet dog.

-Salsa or Bhangra?
Bhangra, because it is closer to my favorite dance form- Baarat Dance.

What inspires you to write?
I don't know, really. But I am happy when I write. So I write.
My questions to the nominees:
1. What is the worst punishment you got in school?

2. Why is your best friend your best friend?

3. Do you believe in ghosts?

4. What do you like the most about yourself?

5. How happy are you today?

6. What is the best thing you have written so far?

On the scale of 1(worst) to 10(best):
7. your personality
8. your city
9. the last journey you had
10. your driving skills
11. the condition of your room

Thursday 21 November 2013

Things I Don't Like


1. People saying "aur batao" on phone. It makes me forget everything, including my name.

2. Infinity.

3. People who stare and stare and stare. They leave me no doubts that I was dropped by a UFO.

4. My ankles. They make cracking sounds when I am tip-toeing.

5. Winged insects. You can never predict where they will be the very next second.

6. Hot summers and chilled winters. I am cold-blooded. I melt and freeze with the temperatures.

7. Sleeping. I have had enough of it. Enough for the next 999 years.

8. My study table.

9. Cleaning my study table.

10. Chewing food. I want to become a snake when I grow up.

Things I Like


1. Soaps. I not only like them, I am obsessed with them. Those bubbly soapy creamy foamy bubbles......!

No, I don't eat soaps.

2. Power cut.

3. Advertisements on TV. I stop at channels where ads are playing.

4. Scaring babies when their parents are looking away.

5. Animals. All of them. I would not mind becoming a tiger's meal.

6. Boys with spiked hair.

7. Swimming. I don't know how to swim.

8. The number '8'.

9. Punching bags. Its amazing how they don't move an inch however hard I may punch.

10. The girl who stands against me in the mirror.

Saturday 2 November 2013

This Diwali

This Diwali
I will smile at my Rangoli
every time we meet
Will mean it from the heart
when anyone I greet

This Diwali
I will put logic to rest
and keep the doors ajar
Wait for the arrival of Goddess
Revive Diyas every hour

This Diwali
when the calm will be disturbed
and air will suffocate
One place I keep serene
and call Nature at my place

This Diwali
when everyone will sleep
I will trace the patterns of lights
Standing in my yard, still clean
feel proud that I was wise.......
......this Diwali.......

I am developing magical powers.


  1. Lately, I am magically waking up before 9 am.
  2. I can talk to anything. I do talk to anything.
  3. I hear my name when no one says it.
  4. My mere presence scares away the squirrels.
  5. Whatever unfortunate things I say, occur.
  6. When I am asleep, I feel myself- stand, walk and drink water, when I actually don't move an inch.
  7. I make important things disappear when I keep them safe at some place. Neither the place nor the thing is found ever again.
  8. I somehow disguise myself accidentally as I look different each day.
  9. I have got superpowers to tolerate extreme degree boredom torture.
  10. I can resurrect, for every time I had a laughing fit, I died.


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