tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55682227151934140112024-02-10T04:23:27.940-06:00Purn!ma's Blog... a place where thoughts and words collideAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10942036099036487222noreply@blogger.comBlogger241125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568222715193414011.post-81891465215919833282017-02-05T19:08:00.005-06:002017-02-05T19:08:56.110-06:00Why I no longer update my blog1. Two kids<div>
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I know how painfully long it has been since I wrote something. And although I do not want to rant or ramble or justify my absence, I'll say one thing - I am tired of vigorously dumping this blog in the folded creases of my priority list. </div>
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Husband says I need to have some patience and give it some time. How much time I ask. Two years at least, he says. </div>
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Honestly, I lack patience. I cannot wait for two years to reclaim my blogging freedom. I miss connecting with this space, it's like I miss being myself even for a while. I know, I signed up for this motherhood thing, but is there a way I can enjoy a little of both? </div>
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Let me not blame this entire lack of motivation/ time onto my two precious kids either. Since the time I created an FB page for my blog, I have been scared to update it. While I did very well know that strangers would read, I didn't anticipate how strange the strangers would be. No, I didn't have any incidents. The prospect however, that some person called "Sundar Sundar" with a murderous look on his dp, from a country which I had never even heard of, would even see my page was unimaginable. </div>
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I am also thinking of getting myself a brand new page. I am so tired of blogger and its lack of excitement. I see all these interesting blogs (of varied topics) and I'm blown by how beautifully they are presented. Now being out of touch, I have to learn a lot! I mean A LOT! This takes time, which puts me back to square one, point 3. No time. Yet, I am determined this time to push myself beyond procrastination and past bedtime and work on it. </div>
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I plan to keep the new page a little less personal and more where I can share and gather few bits of knowledge. This page will be functional too :) Cannot abandon it; I have got my feelings involved with this one ;)</div>
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If you read all this, then a heartfelt thanks to you! It's good to know I'm still in the running. Shower me some love, leave a comment. And I promise to keep y'all updated on my page. </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10942036099036487222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568222715193414011.post-65099976967870603472016-05-02T19:33:00.000-05:002016-05-02T19:34:20.987-05:00The Motherhood Challenge - What I think<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I would have by now done the "Motherhood Dare/ Challenge" that's doing rounds on FB, had I not stumbled upon a few blogs/ articles that were not completely in agreement of the concept. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I am sure most of you have already seen, if not actually done the so called challenge. For those who have no clue, here's the deal (copy pasted from where I was nominated)</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;"><b><i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">The Motherhood dare! (I accepted)</span></i></b></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Well, that's the deal. You have to RISE UP to the challenge of posting a pic with your bub. Now the blogs that I read, seemed to have a gotten a little upset over this, and empathize with those women who have suffered a miscarriage (once or maybe repeatedly); women who are trying hard to concieve; women who have lost a child. The general impression I got from those blogs was that this challenge is unfair to women who are not as fortunate as the rest who are uploading an innocent picture of themselves with their kids. </span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">My take on the entire issue is slightly different. While I am going to be blunt about it, I, in no way intend on being hurtful or insensitive to anyone who has gone ahead to do the challenge, or to those who would love to but cannot. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #141823; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;">The thing is, this is social media. It is a place where all the gloss and glamour of ones life are highlighted. It's all about showing everyone the good side of your life and getting a kick out of rising likes and comments. No one stops to think if their good news is going to hurt someone else. I mean, why will they, because they just want to tell everyone what they have achieved/ seen/ done/ bought..</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #141823; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;">It is not just limited to being or not being able to be a mother. I understand that I am treading on a very delicate subject here. However, there's nothing one can do but choose to ignore it if you don't like it. This is just one face. There are many people who feel dejected over others achievements/ happiness. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #141823; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;">The list just goes on. What I mean to say that calling it unfair to a certain set of women is completely baseless and irrelevant. Anything and everything shared on social media ends up touching someone's raw nerve and that doesn't mean the intention was that. We have got to learn to ignore things that affect us to such a private level. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #141823; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;">I do not wish to demean anyone or say that getting affected by such things is for weak people. I can only empathize with the pain and yearning that women must be dealing with. However, it is social media and it is reckless, for everyone. Do you think I have never wished my life was like someone else's? All the time! That's the time I tell myself that I am just seeing the bright side; what lies beyond and beneath the shadowed, concealed part is probably not what I want.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #141823; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;">My reason to not do the Motherhood Dare is entirely different. I want to know what's the dare or challenge in putting up a happy picture of you and your kid. Whoever started this whole thing obviously did not know what "rise up to a challenge" means. A challenge or a dare is something which you do going against the current. What kind of courage is needed to put up a picture featuring you and your kid which was taken obviously when both were in a happy mood? One may contest that it is "a picture that makes me happy and proud to be a mom". Well, then don't call it a challenge or a dare because it is a blatant mistreatment of those words.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #141823; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;">The "Motherhood challenge" is just asking all these women to take an elevator to the 50th floor. Who can't do that?! While I agree that motherhood, rather parenthood in itself is an enormous challenge. This little drama certainly isn't.</span></span></span><br />
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The husband is out flexing his cricket bat, and both the kids are asleep. Breakfast and post breakfast cleaning is done and I have some time in hand before the circus starts. I am sure many mothers are are down right giving me the stink eye for getting this precious time. :) But trust me, I am doing a tight rope walk here with stilettos on! I am even scared to breathe, lest it wakes the mini mes up!</div>
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B.S. aside; I have been yearning to write since forever and have been waiting for this window of peace where it could be just me and my writing space and nothing else. There isn't a single day when I don't think about writing. As cliche as it may sound, but I really miss being able to connect to my core. Writing to me is like yoga for many. It sets me in tune, no matter what, why and how I write. It is a different state of mind altogether where i can zone out everything and concentrate on pure blissful writing. </div>
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I have also been <strike>thinking of going out on a limb</strike> flirting dangerously with the idea of starting a blogathon. It forces me to commit myself to doing something that I love. However, this time I am scared to even approach the thought as I am sure I won't be able to honour my stakes. </div>
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Don't mind if this post seems like a hodge-podge of different things. That is how the current state of mind is. For the uninitiated, we, all four of us (the fourth one came into the world almost nine months back) returned to the US four months back. Since then I/ we have been on our own. There's a long and a lot of stories behind the "returned to the US four months back". Kindly do not judge the sentence on its simplicity. </div>
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Things are easy and difficult at the same time; and though, I don't expect people to understand, I hope they do. It is busy here, totally bustling with some or the other activity one after the other. It's good busy not bad busy, BUT it <i>is</i> busy. I manage to run the household, but what I cannot manage is myself. Yes, this may sound a little too <i>baby center mommy-ish</i>, but there are days when I don't even realise I have not combed my hair from the morning bun till the time I hit the sack. My clothes are still unsorted from the long haul from India. There's an active gym membership but the money is just donated to them in my name! There are so many things that I need to do for myself but I just end up putting them on the lowest shelf of the priority list. It's not that I have no time absolutely. There's always a breather. However in that time, doing something or anything for that matter is not tempting at all. I sit and stare in that black hole called FB till I am pulled back into the reality of my own life. Having a conversation, online or real is out of question. I am mentally exhausted answering the older one's "why can't I watch TV/ iPad now?" question day in and out. </div>
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I know, I complain a lot. And I also happen to know that I don't actively do anything about it. Maybe this is my phase where I want to rest still in my "I don't like this" state but too lazy or occupied to take control and bring changes. </div>
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Focusing on the positives while feeling not so great is a dicey task. But, but, but, there is so much that has remained un shared from my end and most of them warrant individual posts. On the other side of this post are exciting; embarrassing; happy; milestone; achievement stuff that isn't so ranty. </div>
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Please show me some love, and promise me you will read my space although I tend to desert it every now and then. </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10942036099036487222noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568222715193414011.post-24654150478525436802016-02-12T19:06:00.001-06:002016-02-12T19:06:51.115-06:00A Birthday "Cake" Post<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It's my birthday today and yet this post is about the cake and not me. Over a few years now the birthday excitement is all fizzed out - I think from the time I stopped receiving many many gifts from many many people. :)) ;)<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10942036099036487222noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568222715193414011.post-66558154009435359602014-06-30T06:47:00.001-05:002014-06-30T06:47:54.024-05:00Day 30 :: End of Blogathon 2014It's time to pull the curtains, for Blogathon 2014 is over! <div><br></div><div>It's been wonderful <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">staying connected on daily basis. I am humbled by your response, encouragement and feedback. Nothing can be more rewarding than people telling me that they read my blog. Yes I am saying this for the thousandth time perhaps. But I just cannot justify my feelings on each of your dear comments. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">I enjoyed the journey and wish you did too. I will be back for sure. Now it's time for some blog siesta! </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Goodbye folks! </span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10942036099036487222noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568222715193414011.post-53719990883826169992014-06-30T06:42:00.001-05:002014-06-30T06:42:53.229-05:00Day 29 :: Happiness, it's your responsibility.<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-P-927FpFIBc/U7FNOtCqUkI/AAAAAAAAFnk/MtJTjxF8zME/s640/blogger-image-1838609191.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-P-927FpFIBc/U7FNOtCqUkI/AAAAAAAAFnk/MtJTjxF8zME/s640/blogger-image-1838609191.jpg"></a></div>I like such quotes. The ones which don't put others before you! Enough has been said about thinking about others and spreading happiness around. What about us? Why is it not a priority to do what please our core? Why when we think of doing something for us, we are made to feel guilty? Why are we given examples of those who do things better than us? Why are we compared? <div><br></div><div>Obviously a whole lot is just clueless what I want to say... But there I just said it! <br><div><br></div><div><br></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10942036099036487222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568222715193414011.post-7397822577608251382014-06-28T13:26:00.001-05:002014-06-28T13:27:12.642-05:00Day 28 :: That moment whenIt's 11:45 pm and you realise you have not yet updated the blog! <div><br></div><div>:D I decide to write about something in the morning and by the time I reach this page, I change my mind. People anticipate what my blog topic will be for the day, but in reality, even I am not aware of what I am going to say until I actually begin writing! Call it spontaneity or impulsiveness or plain unpreparedness, it is always that. I have no idea myself. </div><div><br></div><div>Blogathon is a big task. The one which you can understand only when you undertake it. This time I decided to take it one day at a time and not think of the entire 30 days process. Hence this time it was one easy(ier) project than the previous two! </div><div><br></div><div>There is a certain kick in doing the Blogathon. It is a challenge that needs to be proved to oneself and not to the world. Blogathon is a learning activity, a process. It is an exhilarating event that flushes out many thoughts and feelings in one go. </div><div><br></div><div>The reason why I started this was just to see if I can do it. Rather it ended up being a big annual event in my blog. </div><div><br></div><div>Yes so as long as this blog is alive and me too, there shall be blogathons. At least an attempt to stay true to my blog commitments. </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10942036099036487222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568222715193414011.post-15162590168187088782014-06-27T13:16:00.002-05:002014-06-27T13:16:53.993-05:00Day 27 :: Guest Post By Yatika<span style="color: #3e454c; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: #f7f7f7; font-size: 12px; line-height: 13.963635444641113px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Yatika! One of the two crazy girls that I recently met. She writes, but yet t have a platform of her own. Though I am pushing her to get one, she is yet to heed to my advice. Hence, i proposed that she feature on my blog as a guest blogger, and here's what she has written on being a new girl in a city and successfully completing 1.6 years at an IT company!</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #f7f7f7; color: #3e454c; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.818181991577148px; line-height: 13.963635444641113px; white-space: pre-wrap;">It all started precisely one year and six months back. This ordeal was no less than joining an Army Camp.
A girl with no hopes of standing on her feet came to this city. She was shy and scared. It was her first day to get up early by her own. It was her first day to iron her clothes all by herself. It was her first day to fetch a bus herself. It was her first day in IT Company. It was her first day to live independently. There was shriek inside the girl's heart. She was astonished by a new city, a new experience and a compeletely new life that she would live fearlessly now. She was friendly yet cautious. The year passed and so did she; she passed the test of being independent.
The actual ordeal starts now. She is not a mommy's girl. She is not that happy-go-lucky girl. She is mature now; understands people; fights for herself; follows 'Ignorance is a bliss' quote religiously. She knows what to do and when. She knows it all. </span><br />
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Now that she has all the rights to spoil herself a she is the owner of her deed, she is really confused. She doesn't know where she is going but she likes the direction. She is just going with the flow. She is standing at a junction from where there are multiple roads. All of them tempt her. She is happy to go anywhere. But..ohhh..She doesn't have the ticket. She has to earn it. She has to choose the best road for her. She has to analyse what she is good at. She has to find her talent that is still under wraps. She has to walk this road all alone. It's her responsibility now.
Family, Career and Passion: Which one to choose?
Answer: Just go with the flow. If she wants to choose one then she has to put her best foot forward. it's not a cake walk. She is thinking and she is thinking a lot. Everyday she changes her mind. She is not able to focus. The final verdict is in her hands and she has to live upto it and then life would always be 'la vie en rose'
Somebody said some wise words to me. 'Each and everything in life is compensated. If you do good, you will get the best and if you are being bad then worst is waiting for you in the other room.' I am waiting for my 'best'(I hope its the best only..fingers crossed) to come soon.</span><br />
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Well..that's how life is. We run, we fall, we rise, we fall again, we learn, we try again, we drift away the dust and try again and then one fine day, we succeed. Everyone has the same story. Nobody is born perfect to take all the best decisions in life.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10942036099036487222noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568222715193414011.post-3447611453303429452014-06-26T12:13:00.002-05:002014-06-26T12:13:45.245-05:00Day 26 :: This is exactly how I feel!<br />
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One medium size potato boiled and mashed<br />
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Red chilly powder - according to taste<br />
Turmeric - according to taste<br />
Coriander Powder - according to taste<br />
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She shook her head and started to drive as the signal turned green.</div><div><br></div><div>Sure enough, at the next crossroad, a truck came speeding down from the opposite direction, crushing everything that came in its way!</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10942036099036487222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568222715193414011.post-69529711607829961322014-06-23T12:33:00.001-05:002014-06-23T12:33:54.533-05:00Day 23 ::There comes a phase in life when you are truly carefree. Not in a bad way, I m talking about not having too many responsibilities, having a certain amount of freedom, not having to worry etc. <div><br></div><div>That phase for me was when I was just married and flew to the US. I still vividly remember the first day when I landed there. Kiran had to rush back to the office and he gave me strict instruction to not to sleep. The food was ready and the house was so inviting! I passed the afternoon in solitude, breathing in the silence that engulfed me. I slept at 10:30 that night, I remember clearly, and didn't wake up until 10:30 the next morning. </div><div><br></div><div>When I opened my eyes, Kiran had already left for office. There was a note beside me stating he would try to come early and also the internet password. Since that day onward till about a year later was an extended vacation. </div><div><br></div><div>Thinking back I realise those were some of the best days I had of my life. No matter what such days of sheer belle life are not gonna return. I love sleeping till late mornings. And Kiran just let me have it. He let me enjoy my beauty sleep without bothering to wake me up for breakfast or for anything. In fact I would wake up to ready to eat breakfast! </div><div><br></div><div>Similarly there was no pressure of having to do housework at stipulated time. I had all the time in the world and it seemed like this was gonna last forever. </div><div><br></div><div>We were feeling nostalgic today amidst our busy Monday morning routine. How life was then and how it is now! Not that it is bad, but what was, was precious! </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10942036099036487222noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568222715193414011.post-91458957060264825192014-06-22T12:59:00.001-05:002014-06-22T12:59:43.407-05:00Day 22 :: You speakI am trying something new here. Usually it is me who writes on this blog. My opinions, my stance, my cooking, my experiences. It is all about me. <div><br></div><div>There are so many people who read my blog. I come to know about it when they say so personally either to me or to my parents/ husband. Not everyone is comfortable to speak out in the comments sections. But I am sure everyone has their say. I respect the fact that some may not be the "commentors"</div><div><br></div><div>Recently, I made some new mommy friends. We are bonded by one common factor motherhood. Each one is beautiful in their own way. Each one is fighting their own battle though outwardly they are calm, composed and content. While in the beginning everyone seemed to live a glossier life than mine, over a period of time, I realise none of them were having a cake walk of life. Just like me they are struggling with something. They are truly an inspiration! </div><div><br></div><div>To look for inspiration, to find a new leash in life, all you have to do is see around you! Here is where you come in the picture. I have learnt that each one, though seems self satisfied, is making an effort to overcome their hurdles. I would love to know from you, what drives you to stay motivated. 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Thanks for the rules, but I am breaking a few of them. Random facts about me are all over the blog. If you have been reading me since long, you should know them by now. Being pressed for time, I don't read many blogs of late. I won't nominate any blogs as of now. Hence no questions from my end. Any one whol is interested enough can take up the tag and answer the question that are posed to me. so here they are<br />
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First of all, apologies for not updating on time. The net wasn't working during the day and later in the evening due to burnt transformer we suffered power shut down.<br />
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According to Aarnavi's dabba theme I had to make any vegetable preparation for Wednesday. Hence I made veg pulav sans the spices or masala. Since me needed some accompaniment, I decided to rack my cookbook section and reached out for Nita Mehta's "Best of Chicken and Paneer" recipe book. And here's what I found<br />
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Paneer (I wanted to use tofu but didnt find any) - 200 gms - cut into 1 inch pieces and deep fried (I shallow fried them)<br />
3 large Onions - sliced vertically, fried until golden brown and ground to paste<br />
1.5 large tomatoes, blanched, deskinned and chopped roughly<br />
1/4 cup beaten curd<br />
1/2 cup Milk<br />
1/2 cup water<br />
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Red chilly powder 2 tsp or as per taste<br />
1/4 tsp garam masala<br />
Khus Khus/ Poppy Seeds - 1-1 n half tsp, soaked in water for 1/2 hr<br />
12-15 cashewnuts soaked in warm water - Grind cashew nuts and poppy seeds to a smooth paste<br />
Salt and pepper as per taste<br />
Oregano -One whole Dominoes packet - MY addition<br />
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Hence when we decided to buy a car, husband suggested that we go for a test drive. He doesn't know how to handle Indian cars. Thus it was me who had to do the test drive. To say that I was scared to the core would be an understatement. I shivered at the thought of having to drive. I knew I no longer had it in me to face the cruel traffic and the crazy no rule policy in Pune. I prayed, wished and hoped that the test drive would somehow be postponed. Cutting the long story short, I made it through the test drive without hurting the inmates or anyone on the road!<br />
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As soon as we bought the car, and I started driving, the lost confidence started creeping back in me slowly. I am immensely loving the feeling. It truly is an adrenaline rush to drive on a roadful of traffic, because this is where one's skills are tested.<br />
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Otherwise, not much has changed. It is the same mindless driving... as long as you don't bang into anything or anyone, you are a good driver. The rules... oh wait, what rules? Green means go and red means go too. In fact red means go faster. The morons are still there. The pests (read two wheelers) are increasing. The careful drivers are still there. And then there are male drivers with ego so large! The last category that I speak of give dirty looks to women drivers, trouble them while overtaking, ogle shamelessly, and do not yield even if it is our right of the way.<br />
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There was a time when I used to get irritated and angry even with these species. Not anymore. I enjoy their stupid sense of superiority and take pleasures in popping their bloated egos when I get a chance.<br />
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It's fun and it's not too. In a sense it is a big headache to continuously keep an alert eye and drive without banging or getting banged on. In another way it is pleasurable to have freedom of transport.<br />
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For the moment I am enjoying being the sole driver of our car. But I am sure it is a matter of a few more days before I get bored of doing the chauffeur duties and hand over the keys to my husband.<br />
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He : No honey, I will not leave you.</div>
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She : Ever?</div>
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She : Gimme a biiiiig hug!</div>
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She : You are the best! I love you so much, Daddy!</div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10942036099036487222noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568222715193414011.post-41398050877950901802014-06-14T13:21:00.000-05:002014-06-14T13:21:19.961-05:00Day 14 :: It's time we teach our daughters to put themselves firstRight from childhood, a girl child especially, is given a set of instructions; those which are never to be forgotten in life. Things like how to sit properly to how to cook to find the road to your man's heart. The do's and don'ts end up defining a girl's life. Did I say defining? No, it's more like dictating. As little minds, we gulp down these bitter values without further questioning.<br />
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As and how we grow up and see more and more of life, we experience these values being tested time and again. You often find yourself at crossroads when making a choice between what is right and what was taught.<br />
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A girl is taught to say yes to everything. No need to apply your mind, just say a yes. Even if it is against your wishes/ principles, doesn't matter. What matters is you say a yes, and make the other person happy. In short, never say no, even if it causes you displeasure/ pain/ hurt. You are taught to put the other person as a priority. Be it your parents, husband, children, in laws - you are at their mercy. As long as you nod your head to their wishes and demands, you are accepted. Try saying a firm NO, and you are blasphemous, insulting, disrespectful, and uncouth. You have no patience, intolerant, stubborn, have a loathesome mind, and disgusting even.<br />
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What I am trying to say here is, girls are expected to be the softer version of the human species. God forbid, if they are not, they are often asked, told, forced to compromise on their basic nature and qualities. Quoting my own example, I get angry soon, have a little less patience than the "ideal level", and sometimes, I don't see reason. These vices of mine have been rearing it's ugly head since childhood. I have been told repeatedly that I should bottle them because the world is not such a kind place to accept a woman who is impatient and unreasonable!<br />
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I would if I could. But sadly, it is my nature and not much can be done to change it. Rather, I don't want to change it. Not now. And certainly not for the sake of people who cannot take me as I am.<br />
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How many us have really followed our heart? We have, for more than once, bandaged our wishes and sealed them tight in a box, never to be opened again. Our minds dare to visit them, but never brought on our lips. Is it wrong to wish for something and try to achieve it? What will your in laws say? or your husband will certainly not approve of that. These sentences have murdered many dreams that were not even dreamt of properly!<br />
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The best quality a girl could have is to give in. The more easily she does it, the better. Obviously it speaks volumes about your upbringing. Under the pretext of "respecting elders" and being "cultured" one has to constantly shush the inner voice that is screaming within you. It continues to sting and hurt but all you do is choose to keep quiet because you know what humongous storm transpires later.<br />
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I remember my maternal aut telling me about the "life lesson" my grandma gave to her. It was about our humble tongue, who being soft, is vulnerable to being bitten by 32 teeth. Yet, the tongue takes care that she doesn't. A girl, especially after marriage, is expected to be like that tongue. Always being careful of her words and actions. Always soft, kind and taking care that she doesn't anger anyone?<br />
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I have a different interpretation of the same example. I think the tongue is a very clever thing. Even amidst 32 teeth, she says what she wants to say, nimbly, fearlessly and yet takes care that not one of those vicious teeth hurt her. Why can't we be like her then?<br />
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It's time to teach our daughters that their first priority are themselves. It's time to tell them that saying NO when you mean it is not wrong. Doing what your heart tells to do or say is not looked down upon, as long as you weigh what you want to say. It's time to tell them that it is ok to make mistakes, because they are humans. It's time to teach them to protect themselves from getting hurt time and again for not speaking their minds. It's time to say You needn't be sorry for something that happened which was out of your control. It's time to make them understand that when you don't believe in something and communicate the same, you are not disrespecting anyone but being your own independent self!<br />
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I have a daughter and I am making this my mission to tell her that she is just as important as is the rest of the world.<br />
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I am so looking forward to this weekend. This week just stretched endlessly. By Tuesday I wanted to take a break already! I wonder how mothers and grandmothers did it all these years, without once making us feel like we were a burden to them! Phew! </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10942036099036487222noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568222715193414011.post-58199783259499050342014-06-12T12:47:00.001-05:002014-06-12T12:47:37.694-05:00Day 12 :: Maid it!I need my house clean. Need, not just want. Not necessarily tidy and neat every time, but clean, always! The habit of living in a clean - and I mean real, sparkly, spic and span type of clean - stems right from childhood. My parents, both of them are sticklers for cleanliness and neatness. Honestly, I hated it then. Always wondered why it was necessary that the house be so ironed! Only after I had my own house, did I understand what it meant for me. <br />
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Recently I hired a maid for the daily sweeping-mopping. Not that I was happy with the prospect, but then, considering I had other commitments to honour, I just couldn't afford to lose time in doing the daily chore. Let me mention here that in all my growing years, mom had never hired a maid. So I hardly have the knack, or the patience even to handle one. Coming back to my new employee, S. S was supposed to start her duty from the 15th of April. Mutually consented date. A few days before the D day, she informed me that she had some sort of a vrat, and hence would start at a later date. I agreed. After all, what could I do.<br />
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When the first day dawned, I made my stance clear, stating how clean I expect the house. A weekly day to wash the balcony was also decided upon. I also stressed that I don't like to nag, so she would get the freedom to do her job as long as she did it properly and sincerely. So far so good.<br />
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The next day she forgot to sweep the balcony. And the day after that too. The third day I reminded her, and she promptly cleaned it without a word. Fourth day, she informed me that she was gonna remain absent for 2 days. Yes, I know, <i>already</i>! I managed to give a peaceful approval. In the 15 remaining days of April, she bunked about 6 days, but by informing me. That way I couldn't slice her salary. However, I decided to play tough and point out that if this happened often, I am going to have to cut her pay.<br />
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That wasn't all. The balcony, remember? Well, she forgot to sweep it every single day. But didn't forget to silently get angry at how she was taking me for a ride. Oh yes, call me mighty stupid, but I cannot tell beyond point. I don't like to keep nagging. I believe every person should do his job with integrity without having to be told every now and then. The day I reminded, she would do it.<br />
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Work wise also I was just not satisfied. Obviously I didn't have any impossible expectations of her cleaning every nook and cranny and under the table and bed stuff. I know that's all a fairy tale, or one has had to have done some <i>punya ka kaam</i> in previous lives to get a bai who does all that! S completed the entire set of work within 7 minutes. She would shift the dust and dirt from one place to another conspicuous place. I remember how once there was one chaii stain on the kitchen floor and how it remained there for days, despite her mopping over it every single day. I would cringe at her work, but kept mum that I had someone do the work for me.<br />
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The whole of the above paragraph happened in the first 9 days of May. Because after that-yes, you guessed it right- she was going for a vacation! for full 22 days! And surprise, she was doing me a favour, by giving me a replacement bai.<br />
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By now I was fed up and frustrated of living in a dirty home. I had had enough. I told the replacement bai that I wouldn't be needing their services any more.<br />
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Since the day I have had to maid-it, I am at peace. Yes I have to wake up early in the morning than I would like to. But as compared to having a bai, early mornings seem worth it!<br />
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You might argue why I cannot employ another one, or that why I cannot be stern with them. I just cannot. I am sorry, but I cannot be a nag. And if I have the time to nag around, I might as well do it myself. I don't like to engage in everyday verbal battle. I find it an interference in my time, to give orders , or to remind, or to correct. Not to mention the forever waiting for them to turn up at the right time.<br />
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Well, for now I am gloating in my clean house that remains so till I clean it again the next morning. <br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10942036099036487222noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568222715193414011.post-27012812182489753282014-06-11T05:41:00.000-05:002014-06-11T05:55:48.327-05:00Day 11 :: Recipe Post - Dahi Idli<br />
Dahi idli has to be one of my most favorite food item. 1. It tastes yum. 2. It is so simple to make, that even I make it!<br />
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Dahi idli is also called Rava Idli by some. The ready-to-make rava idlis are real sad excuses! I prefer to make them, fresh and so instant! Yes, instant! When guests arrive at a short notice, Dahi Idlis are a quick fix for me. They can be eaten anytime - for breakfast, a healthy snack and for me, it is a pick me up!<br />
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These Idlis are so flavourful that they can be eaten as they are, without any accompaniments like chutney or sambar. Nevertheless, they go very well with tomato rasam, chutney, sambar and pickles even!<br />
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I usually make it a day in advance so that it serves as breakfast for the next day! So without further ado, the recipe.<br />
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<li><span style="font-size: large;"> Don't add too much curd at one go. Add as much is needed to soak up the mixture and let it rest for 3-5 mins. Add more curd if the mixture is too dry.</span></li>
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Today was a big day for Aarnavi and for me and KK too. Her school starts today, and we were as excited as was she! Since the day of enrolling her in the school, I have been conditioning her about the school - what it is, who she gets to meet there, what do the teacher do, what she will learn etc.<br />
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She happily went inside, looked at all the toys and squealed in excitement, and called out to me.<br />
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After 15 minutes of letting themselves be, we were all ushered in the class room. Though the class lasted only for half an hour, it was fun to see kids of different temperaments come together under one roof and explore the new environment and each other. Most were friendly and involved into the activities, some seemed visibly upset, some never left their mother's sides! All in all it was fun to be there and experience it all!<br />
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Aarnavi cried because we told her it was time to go home! She loved it there. Yes it remains to see how she will hold up without me there - which is gonna happen the day after tomorrow.<br />
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