Being literally tired of my grand ma's repeated approbation of my cousins' cooking skills and how that corroborated the fact that they have grown up to fine ladies, my mom's repeated dismays at why I'm not eager to learn making tea, I decided to enter the kitchen in creative mode.
So, here's the first chocolate cake I made in the microwave oven.


The chilly chicken was made from Macadamia's food blog.



This was a simple aloo-onion stuff.


Now, the following are geometry lover's delight,the final product taking various shapes.Don't ask me what they were, I want to forget their taste as fast as possible.




And some random escapades:
Thank you A and R for bearing with my coaxings of visiting Prinsep Ghat.


This is how the city looks from the 13th floor.

While my beloved friends are braving the hide and seek of sun and rain to make their way for summer workshops in college, here I’m spending my morning reading blogs started way back in 2002 !

Suddenly, as the clock struck 12 , I vaguely remembered an assurance which I had given to my Mom. My Mom kind of threatened me that if I didn’t get her job done from the bank today, she will be left with no other option but to take leave from office tomorrow to get her job done. And since I didn’t want to lose my freedom of using the TV remote and the phone receiver, on a summer afternoon , that too when your exams are over, I readily agreed.

Since my banking skills are as good as Katrina Kaif’s Hindi, I had reasons to worry and felt as nervous as a goalkeeper before penalty shootout, recollecting previous embarrassing experiences.

And I had a grand entry. Without noticing that the door had PULL, I PUSHed it , a lady got hurt, and serious questions were raised about my literacy level.

The bank was least customer friendly. Every counter read ‘single window counter’ when it should have indicated what job it was actually doing.

I followed a lady with cheque in hand and stood behind her in the queue.And then I noticed , That I was being treated as a non entity. People wanted to go before me citing several odd reasons. Its too hot outside(so? Its AC inside), some said theie amount was lesser than mine (whatever).

Some lazy officers around were dozing off, some giving their opinion from everything under the sun , from oil prices to Ram Gopal Verma...

Finally , when I was about to find some reason to be happy in this territory, thinking that my turn has finally come, a Himesh tune rang in the concerned person’s mobile and merrily left his cabin for some pep talk. Returned 10 minutes later, only to announce in the true spirit of punctuality, that it was Break time .

Okay , finally when my turn came, the lady who was checking the form started frowning. “no please no questions to me “,I said to myself and I started searching my Mom’s number in the mobile.

Finally, without any more hiccups, it was done.

“Did you hear the ice cream vendor too?”

“Yeah, I did”.

“Arre, then go out in the balcony and stop him”.

“Why should I go out everyday?, you go out and stop him today”.

“ohho , he will pass by, if you waste so much time in shouting at me”

“Okay you get me the money fast, I’m stopping him”

“Wait boy, what flavour today? Budget is 10 bucks per head, you know na?”

“I’ll buy whatever I like”

“Shut up, don’t buy that twister, its horrible, and we have already tried that rainbow and vanilla zap, so anything other than these”

“Okay let me go, else the vendor will think we just stopped him for fun”

“Remember the things I told you about flavours, no Twister”

[this important business is a part of me and my bro’s summer afternoons for the past week]

So this weekend I could finally manage to make a long due telephone conversation with a long ago met not-so-long distanced friend of mine.
Actually , I fear calling her.calling her means for the next 1 hour we would be on our glorious glib talk, shutting ourselves from the ongoings of the rest of the world, only stopping when enough heat is generated between the duplex device and our auditory canal .


Calling up her means first of all mourning about our common plight of single hood. Either she’ll stance instances of how every damn dumb girl of her college is committed or I’ll make her even more sad citing stories of how the girls we found so stupid in school were dangling away with their boyfriends. Then we’ll pass some expert advices on on certain very important social issues like relationship of certain filmstars, etc, relive our old crushes and mourn again on the fact that we did nothing wild at all in all our teenage.

Last weekend , I attended a couple of unwanted weddings. No, unwantedly attended a couple of weddings. Usually in such functions, me and my brother make it a point to either stick to our father or fly to some uninhabited corner of the venue to get least noticed. So there I was, this time too , at a nook of a not so huge venue. Suddenly a huge came running towards us, with a wide grin.i wanted to play a ringtone on my cell and pretend a call has come. It was too late.


Lady:so you are Ponu’s daughter?(more grin)
Me:umm…ahhh
Now another lady comes to the picture.
Lady1 to lady 2: “ arre is not she Ponu’s daughter?”
Now, I know, and as many other known relatives say, that I don’t look like either of my parents. So I resemble this Ponu?
To my utter relief , I could see my mother , on the verge of visiting this territory
And I indeed turned out to be Ponu’s daughter. These people , who happen to be my mom’s cousin , calls her by this weird name.

Then they started talking of how I wetted their clothes when one of them took me in their lap and lo ! they started having a fight to ascertain whom I had wetted .
These conversations with unknown relatives are more tyrannical than the ragging sessions in the first year of college, I tell you.


There’s nothing good on the TV except for the new vodafone advertisement.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lB1UPJ4leqs

I rush down from the terrace, climb up the stairs from ground floor,poke out of the bathroom door to see this ad ,whenever I hear it being played on tv.

and i love its jingle too much:

"Everyday I want to fly stay by my side...
Everyday I want to dream stay by my side...

Every morning I wish I could just play....
Wish the mornings would just stay..."""

today is valentine's eve,& shops, fm stations, card companies,jewellery brands, media, malls n everything else are going ga-ga over it for the past one week or more !no doubt it is touted as one of the biggest marketing gimmicks worldwide !

with the growing popularity of valentine's day among youngsters. business houses are leaving no stone unturned to woo love-birds to make sure that their cash registers keep ringing....!
while heart shaped soft toys and cards continue to be run of the mill type of gifts, business houses are making sure that technology does n't lag too far when it comes to making unique choice of gifts.

ICICI BANK has launched heart shaped gold goins, whose wight is around 5 gm and prices varies around 6000 INR.electronic giants are not too far behind...several laptop and iPOD companies hav come up with a new range of their product in shades of pink and red, colours symbolysing love.several fm stations have tied up either with some malls , or hotels n restaurants,or movie theatres and thus started giving out free passes to couples to spend the d- day with their loved ones.Admist all these fanfare, how can communication, one of the most important aspects in a relationship, stay far behind? Cellular companies are offering a slash in the call rates, thus allowing the couples to talk more, without burning a hole in the pocket!

so what was i doing on the eve of this much-awaited day? one of my friends called me out to go out with her to a nearby archies gallery to select some possible gifts for her soulmate....the shop was an extended gifts counter with items ranging from cards,coffee mugs, show pieces, chocolates to perfumes, pens , softs toys(this is fast becoming popular among kids as well as love-birds..weird though). After more than 30 minutes of surfing through the cards and other gift items my friend , fortunately, could settle for a huge card(size does matter! u know) and not-so-huge key ring , shaded in pink to suit the occassion...
the shop was too crowded , with people making their last minute preparations for impressing their sweethearts.In my otherwise boring visit to the shop, i overheard some planning over the phone, where to meet tomorrow where ther both can "spill their dill"

not finding anything suitable to buy for the time being , i settled for a fevicol gum priced rs 5, and headed back home , relishing a choco-vanilla ice cream!

my day stated with shakira and her hips..ya its the alarm tune that i had set last night.
i had to finish off with the poster presentation which took more than 1 hour ,thus making me rush for the bath in water whose temp was around......?? arre yaar, yeh to kabhi socha hi nehi !

getting bus n auto is so very frustrating in the route from my house to ruby..u'll see buses n autos plying in front of your eyes, you can boast that i have the mighty s9, small yet powerful m2, but getting into them at office hours in the morning is a task hard to accomplish! autos get full from the big bazaar stop, thus i make futile attempts by waving at them, n buses , with their jam packed appearence just glide pass...

ok , finally i have reached my destination anyhow!

there happened to be some faculty meeting , n thus our presentation got postpond..

so we headed for the new addtion to the mall in calcutta...the south city mall
loacted in the almost residential area of anwar shah road and thus making the area clogged during peak hours, south city mall is touted to be asia's largest mall area wise, with 'name-it-and-u-hav-the-brands' kind of experience.
sprung in vast 5 floors, the top floor hosts a large cafetaria. We could not finish with all the outlets as time n tiredness did nt permit!

thus passed another day,specificall february the 5th.......