My Date with The Chicken – Ofcourse Dead!

After all that uproar about the Tandoor; the grill; the barbeque stand and Pinky - Does not know anything stunt; I am finally entrusted with the responsibility of cooking the TANDOORI CHICKEN…me PROUD.

It’s been a long time, I have experimented; with all the mood swings and not-so-good happenings; I really know now, cooking is something which soothes me the most (Past the aroma therapy). As I always said to Aron; leave me in the kitchen the whole day and I will be the brighter soul. (Its been ages I spoke to U; whr r U?)

After the initial mix of spices; not-like-that deal; the never-ending 4 long hours of marinade; the chicken is out on the grill and me finishing my part of story or I say scrap blogging…: P and you reading….

HOPE IT TURNS OUT GOOD!!!

Heart Aches!

Another prod, and here I go… This time sad - sad - sad sobbing tales of heart. Nothing to say; nothing in particular, absolutely nothing but nothing either makes me smile.
Few days ago; I was smiling; probably at everything. But now nothing hilarious, amusing makes me SMILE… sob sob!!!.. No, No I am not frowning either; so don’t worry about the wrinkles. But I am sad; sad for so many things that I don’t realize them anymore.

I am hurt; hurt in ways I didn’t know I could be. The bad kinda feeling you know you want to share but you know you never can, you want to cry your heart out but you know people around will never realize why! Lonely, even when out with friends; their cranky jokes; your heart aches a little when someone around you giggles, The ache grows stronger as u try to figure out why!; Nothing like this ever happened but heart still aches. Aches for something which is/ was never yours. Mixed bad sad feelings. Cant say a word about it to anyone; but you still know YOU want to share it with the world to lessen the pain but the thot kills you.

Someone to the rescue please!!!!

Mum - Beautiful ME !!!

As I read my friend's post, I realized I have nothing to write about my dearest one. Tensions have been piling up; and we don’t miss a single chance of bullying each other… Oh Ya.. Me grown up , with two horns.. I don’t see a tail yet. I am aware she is too busy with her household chores and everything else that is so-called precious to us, and I am busy pointing things that she cud have done for her-SELF to feel better. Now before you call me Meany; Not that I don’t do things for her… but somehow it’s never enough…

She is the best known repository of creative ideas be it cooking; gardening, cleaning and mischief planning and Yes I cant miss out on her anger.

No matter how bad she cribs about dad still buying her sarees and stuff; that is what she likes. Now as I write.. I remember things I think Dad adores about her – Her confidence; her way of keeping things simple; the Do- Gooder; the Nutan Like look( Though he vows for Hema Malini.. :P); Her Support; I can go on and on and on… Luv U Mum; Promise! I will cut out the fights... thats too much… I will lessen them ; and I wont say anything about you cleaning things all the time .. Promise.!!!! . And I will tidy the room… :P

Mum, Can we go shopping together and eat that bhelpuri again… Miss U…

Pinky.