- Vicky
- Cristina
- Sally tabachnick
- Maria Elena
- Judy
Vicky Cristina Barcelona
lazy saturday
It’s a holiday and u r online catching up with old friends….
And then you are talking to one friend from 'phase-Infy' of your life and one from 'phase-bajaj' and another from 'phase-irma'…
and your mind travels from one point in time to another at the speed at which u switch between gtalk windows…
Your mind is then all groggy because of all the travelling and at that speed… and it therefore suddenly stops somewhere in between these 3 phases…
And u realise you r missing those phases… Though they were not really the best days of your life or anything.
Why? U then ask this to a friend from your 'phase-forever' : neha…
She tells you it is only because you are totally vella… she tells you to stop getting so irritatingly and stupidly emotional.. And instead to get a life…
So then you determinedly log off gtalk and facebook, shut down your laptop, get up to make yourself a cup of coffee and then…
You go off to sleep… c'mon… it is a Saturday after all :)
No life transforming things ever happen on a saturday anyways! :)
Its like getting complimented for creativity from God himself
I got a room partner who is a superb cook - I mean a really really superb one AND she enjoys cooking AND she expects me to help her by staying away when she is at it :)
Indeed I couldn't get luckier, could i? Today however I decided that I am going to give her a 'taste' of my cooking ability…
Nervous though I was - my determination kept me at it…
and I ventured into the kitchen with my phone...
I chose a rather simple meal - khichdi and Amsul kadhi which was simple yet yummy, and quite interestingly, exotic in its own way.
With the help of instructions from my mother on phone, I finally managed to put together a decent looking meal.
And then I served it to her. She picked up the spoon, dipped it into the kadhi, took a mouthful of it and said "you aint a bad cook! This is indeed great!"
and then she not only took 1 but 2 more servings and wiped off the vessel of the last drop of the kadhi...
I felt as if I got a compliment in creativity from God himself ! Yeah people - I am a 'not bad' cook alright! :)
comfortably numb
New look to the blog
एक इच्छा होती मनि लहानपणी पासून
With MBA comes to end another hostel phase of life..
Have come a long long way from the cry baby that mom n dad left at COEP hostel.
Felt homesick many times after that, but the homesickness of leaving home for the first time was desperate.
In those depressing moments of the first 2 months of engineering, the following super-senti poem was written by me.
PS 1: my aaji can cry every time she read it. every single time :)
एक इच्छा होती मनि लहान पणी पासून
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