A Different Stroke…

 

 

 

“Lucky me !!!!”  thought Sakshi, as she got out the cab and entered the lift to rush to the place she called HOME. It started raining torrentially , the thuds of rain could well be heard as they splashed themselves on the window panes. She hurriedly changed into her worn out pajamas and rushed to the kitchen. The menu was already thought about; rains call for special menus. She dedicatedly worked towards the dinner ensemble, smiling all throughout, thinking of how glad her foodie husband would be. Just as  she was about to microwave the rice, door bell rang. Siddhartha was late by almost an hour and half today, Rains must have been the culprit , she thought. She went to open the door , and found a grumbling Siddhartha standing outside the door, all drenched.

“My Car broke”  He told.

“Oh Gosh!! Then?”

“What Next? Obviously i took a cab and got back. Now can you stop playing KBC with me, and allow me in” He sarcastically commented.

“Of course.. Change quickly” She said with a concern.

She returned to the kitchen and set up the dining table, knowing he must be hungry. They sit down opposite to each other and after a few questions from both sides , rest of the dinner is in silence. He doesn’t notice or probably doesn’t comment anything about the special menu she made. This disappoints her; Siddhartha always used to be so vocal & appreciative  about her cooking. Things have changed.. and she has started to notice it more often. He wasn’t someone who would indulge in PDA, but the hugs and pecks they shared in private, have also disappeared. She thinks of the sketches, paintings and hand made cards he gifted her , during their courtship, and the lack of mushy things in her relationship suddenly pinches her more. Has he changed?? Has the love evaporated? She dozes off to sleep, with similar thoughts in mind and an unaware siddhartha  by her side. The next day was usual rush, managing the breakfast, lunch tiffins, maids and pick up cabs , she entered her workplace.

It started raining again and the pace kept on increasing. Till the coffee break in the evening  she didn’t had the time to take stock  of the outside situation ,and the closed indoors of the workplace ensured she remains unaware. It was only, after ruchi alarmed her that it was heavily raining and that they should better head home , before city goes on a standstill. Sakshi did the mental calculations, but the 2 day  leave at the start of the week , meant she had just today to send the report to the client, and another 2-3 hours before she could think of leaving.

After a few hours, as  she finally  sent the mail to the client, she took out her cellphone to book a cab, only to find “NO CABS” flashing across. She went downstairs and was scared looking at the lane, filled with knee deep water. No regular taxi or rickshaw in sight ,she stood there , thinking of all possibilities she could explore. She went up again, and bumped into Ravi, who was also rushing downstairs. She thought of asking him, to drop her home, but ravi lived in the exact opposite corner and this made her reluctant. Ravi asked her out of courtesy of how she planning to go back as there was no one else apart from the 2 of them and the peons, in the office now. She said she will manage, and he zipped away, without further ado. Sakshi waited at her desk for 5 min, thinking of whether she should call Siddhartha and atleast inform that she was stuck. She hesitated for a moment thinking he might get furious for being careless and not leaving on time.  As she was lost in her thought, suddenly her mobile flashed

HUSBAND CALLING

“Hello”

“Sakshi.. Where are you?”

“Arrghh..i am in office actually”

“what?? You didn’t leave? Is there anyone else with you?

“No.. Actually i am alone and cabs are not available”

” How could you Sakshi.. You know the weather, you should have left on time na..? Anyways.. Stay there , i am coming to pick you up?”

“Of course not .. You will get stuck. City is in knee deep waters, there will be traffic jams everywhere. No don’t do that. I will manage something”

“We are not arguing on this sakshi. Just be where you are, and i will pick you up”

She felt nervous , and guilty ,thinking of putting Siddhartha through this ordeal.

A good 3.5 hours passed by, she was still sitting at her desk waiting. As the signals on her cellphone went from 2 lines to none, she decided to wait downstairs. It was another half an hour when she saw the familiar white swift desire, making its way into the waters. Siddhartha was finally there, she was relieved to see him, at the same time felt afraid of his reaction to her foolishness. He came to the lobby, hugged her and asked

“Are you okay”

She smiled.. He held her hand and carefully guided her to the car. She smiled again, a smile of assurance; the love hasn’t evaporated, it has just changed its form.

 

 

 

 

 

Why i love AIRINDIA

 

 

It was just yesterday that i took a flight from Mumbai to Ahmedabad and decided to opt for the national carrier, much to the chagrin of those around. And the reason, one would probably be well aware, can be contributed to the negative brand image that AIR INDIA has crafted for itself. But contrary to the popular vote, i like travelling in the national carrier, and few of the reasons would probably be:

  1. They have the most HUMAN flight pursers , and when i mean human what i actually mean is they don’t look like mannequins dipped in a tub of perfume. While in rest of the carriers they would all seem to be the contestants of some Model hunt show, here they are people in their 40’s or 50’s with wrinkles, not so proper hair, no fuss makeup and uncomplicated attires. In a country full of idiots  endorsing fairness creams, anti wrinkle treatments, Botox and what not ; These stewardess come as such a relief. For once we are not categorizing someone by their physical attributes.
  2. The Food… Its simple, healthy and most importantly , they give a tomato ketchup sachet along with. As the Indian who gorges on her spicy, tangy  food items, the bland choices offered by other carriers are a nightmare. And yes they don’t differentiate , they make everyone eat .. So Indian i say !!!😉
  3. They are not Fake. So you can hear them scream, get angry, get irritated and frustrated. So you can often come across an AI staff yelling at passenger ” Arey tumko samajh nhi aata, flight chhut jayegi, kaha ghum rhe the “.. Lolzz. I bet none of the other carrier people can dare to speak like that to customers. But then why suppress emotions, its unhealthy to force a smile when what you actually want to do is throw a brick at the other person😉. We are Indians after all, and cheekhna Chillana at one another is our birth right.
  4. They have a lot of planes which are HUUUUGEEEEE in size…. and huge by any standards. It always gives you the MAHARAJA feeling travelling in them. As opposed to the congested, contracted carriers, who give you a feeling of traveling in a Mumbai local.

So do you get the point, if the next time govt thinks of  pulling the shutter down for AI, yours truly will be among those who will oppose it strongly. I love AI.:)

A short trip to natureland

Recently visited kota for a day, for some official purpose. Got to visit an awesome destination called geradia mahadev. I was curious about the place since the time i had seen it in the rajasthan tourism advertisement. The place was much more beautiful than it appreared on tv. This post will be more of picture and less of words, let the pics do the rest of talking. The happy face girl is btw yours’ truely along with a colleague who was  kind enough to drive  me to this fab location.20160721_191607

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Isn’t it serene?? Go ppl visit,its totally worth it.

 

Web of Memories..

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Sun kissed plants dazzled in the backyards, her garden  had an envious line up of flowers, vegetables and medicinal plants. Gerbera, tulips, daffodils, hibiscus,cherry tomatoes ,basil created a scenic & picturesque view. She was sitting on the mahogany furniture kept in the sidewalks, freshly prepared tea along with a plate of nice biscuits were arrayed on the table in front. This morning was different than the usual; unhurried, confusing , thoughtful in a strange manner.

Nandan was away on an official tour to Madurai, and this gave her a window to ponder, or probably to question her integrity , her intentions, her 15 years of almost perfect marriage.Has she been a good wife? Or she betrayed Nandan, the thought made her cringe. He had been at her side unconditionally, so much so that the memories of her past had wiped away long back.

Two days back, sitting in front of her laptop, switching between the numerous excel sheets that loaded her screen , she lifted her tired neck up, to stare directly at a scene she wished had never happened. Across the cubicle, she could see Atharva , clad in military green  shirt and oval spectacles. For a moment she couldn’t comprehend her feeling, was she happy, nervous, scared, angry or all of it. She didn’t knew. A part of her past which was hidden and  kept in wraps was suddenly standing in front of her, gushing back the faded memories back to her brains.

A thin film had formed over the tea, which still lied there untouched. The thoughts racing in her mind made her heart pounce. She was thinking of Nandan , the feeling of losing him was scary.

Her marriage to Nandan was arranged, fresh from the wounds of a relationship that couldn’t stand the test of time, intentions and trust, she had stepped into the wedlock with apprehensions. But Nandan approached her with a sincerity and integrity that she wasn’t aware of , and which pleasantly surprised her. Moments of Happiness, laughter, contentment, & love was what kavya experienced in the next 15 years of her marriage to Nandan. Comparing the steady & honest companionship of Nandan to the flickering infatuation she shared with Atharva, seemed meaningless.

The moment seemed like a lifetime, too heavy , too complex… !!! Kavya looked up , staring into the eyes on the glaring sun, unabashedly. The light of truth lit up the surroundings , she stood up convinced.

 

 

My First Recipe !!!!

From the time i have been blogging, i have had a surreal kind of interest in the food blogs that do the rounds. I am a regular visitor at many such blog spaces and religiously try out the recipes.I am not as such a great cook, but it definitely interests me and acts as a stress buster. So i thought of posting the first ever recipe on the blog. And it’s “BHARWA  KARELA or STUFFED BITTER-GOURD”. Its one of my all time favorite vegetable as well as a recipe that has never gone wrong.

 

Ingredients:

  1. 4-5 small sized bitter-gourds
  2. 2 big sized onions
  3. Half a cup fresh coconut grated
  4. 1/2 inch ginger grated
  5. 6-7 cloves of garlic finely chopped
  6. Coriander
  7. Oil for frying
  8. salt
  9. 1 teaspoon tamarind pulp or amchoor powder
  10. Pinch of Sugar
  11. Mustard seeds
  12. Kalonji
  13. Saunf or fennel
  14. Asafoetida
  15. Red chilli powder
  16. Dhaniya powder

 

Method:

Scrap the outer covering of bitter -gourds and then boil the same (1 whistle) in the pressure cooker. Remove seeds by slitting in the middle and keep aside.

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Now for the stuffing , add oil in the pan, add mustard, kalonji, fennel seeds, and asafoetida. Now add ginger and garlic to it . Once the garlic turns pink add onions and fry till they turn translucent.

 

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Add red chilli & dhaniya powder to it and subsequently add the scrapped coconut, coriander and salt.  Fry for some time, but not much as the masala might burn.

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Put it off from the flame and let it cool down a bit. Stuff the karela using this mixture and if you want you can bind the karela using a thread. Now add a little oil in a non stick fry pan , enough to shallow fry the karelas, put the stuffed karelas , sprinkle a bit of salt and cover with a lid.

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It won’t take much time for the vegetable to get cooked , as we have already boiled them. Just check the karelas after 3-4 min and switch off the flame once done. Serve with fresh coriander and lots of love. !!!!🙂

 

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My Quirky Workplace

I recently posted a picture of my cubicle on Instagram and Facebook , just like that !! It had been a boring day at office and the boredom drove me to a click and in the evening i ended up uploading that for the scrutiny of the near, dear and not so dear ones😉 . But to my surprise , i received quite an overwhelming response on my modest cubicle and the decor. So i decided to give a detailed peek a boo of my sacred space on the blog.

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That’s  a table quote , carved on a  stone from  Shoppe . Price – I don’t know , as its a gift !!!

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Although not very visible in the picture, that’s a 3D cube , a tiger visible inside. a souvenir from Bandhavgarh tiger sanctuary, M.P .

 

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One of the first things i bought when i shifted to my current cubicle. A 3 D poster that adorns by cupboard. Price -Rs 250

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A cute thing i bought online, that is a suitcase shaped , visiting card holder. Price approx: Rs 300

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An owl couple, said to bring in luck🙂 . Gifted by family friends , from their visit to  Kolkata. Priceless !!!

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A pair of rajasthani  horse puppets , bought from law garden, Ahmedabad. Price : Rs 300 for 4 , however if accompanied by mom, you end up getting 4 for Rs 100.😉

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A pen stand made of cardboard , again an online shopping product. Price Rs 200

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An adorable ganesha idol with an inspiring message. Price : Rs 300

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The Champions trophy & a Olive kitchen swung around it. Price of Trophy: My Mehnat & Dimag .. lolzz , as i won it in one of the company competitions. For the little Olive, i don’t remember from where i got her.

 

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SAIRAT-A Movie Review

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Its a movie review ,after years i guess.. But this one deserves a post for sure !!!

PS: For those who are yet to watch , there are movie details ahead, it may be a spoiler for you !!

There are certain things you come across once in a while that intentionally or unintentionally hit you hard; SAIRAT was one such thing for me. Completely aware that it didn’t ring the bells for many others who saw, but  it did for me and for really strange reasons i suppose.

Sairat is a love story (Marathi)directed by the FANDRY fame Nagraj Manjule and features new comers Rinku Rajguru and Aakash Thosar ( The girl reportedly is only 15 and is appearing for her 10th standard exams .. …) . The earlier movie of the same director was a widely acclaimed one , however i had given it a miss. I would probably skip some important details of a movie review.. and that is recommending whether to watch or not, however would certainly provide details and parts  that struck me. So here i go :

The bold one : Female lead is a no nonsense, fiercely independent, and gutsy  character ,  arriving college on a bullet, driving a tractor , voicing her opinions, questioning the norms; and all this left me impressed. Sketching such character for a village girl, is something i haven’t seen and infact made me fall in love with the edgy character. She isn’t scared to express her feelings to the guy, infact is seen taking the lead and being unabashed and absolutely non guilty about it. Kudos to Majule for thinking her !!!

 

The Unknown: Honor Killings … a topic that seems far and unknown was just thrown at my face at the end of the movie. I suddenly realized that we are so blind to certain harsh realities of India and how these evils still creep in the society. The end made me cringe, left me scared, brought Goosebumps , and wrenched my heart. I couldn’t take my mind off the 30 second scene of both the lead actors lying dead in a pool of blood and their small baby standing their crying. It was as if someone had hit me hard and woken me up from the dreamy reality that i live in, thinking the world to be a beautiful place.

 

The Real : Love is not always rosy, and it takes persistence, conviction, and lot of trust to go through the journey. The scenes where the couple spends the initial days in a slum and situations start playing their part is superb. Manjule has shown the slum life as real as it could get and it makes you suffer along with the actors, the hardships , difficulties, issues ,that they undergo.

The actors are flawless in their execution of respective parts and make a connect instantly. Story is not very different or extra ordinary but the treatment is definitely good and deserves praise. Music stands out , being an ajay atul movie, the same is quite obvious also (“Atta cha baya ka bavarla” being my fav from the chart). The first half has quite a few punches and comedy scenes to make you laugh. The entire rural setup also provides a refreshing break from the regular urban atmosphere we usually encounter in movies.

Thats all from my side on Sairat.. let me know if any of you have watched and have something to share.

RANDOM MUSINGS …

1. I have been travelling like crazy for past 2 months, although travel usually also makes a major part of the profile; but last 2 months have been exceptionally hectic. That is making me cringe, irritated, tired, lethargic. All at once.😦

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2. Some movement from current city is soon expected, that brings a lot of
uncertainty, more so because the new place is still unknown.

3. A travel plan with the bff ,to the north east is underway.. hopefully we will able to do something concrete in coming months. I am actually looking for some women only travel groups. Googling and some more googling.

4. Have been missing out on reading a big time, worst part is , the reason isn’t lack of time. I am probably just not in the correct mindset, or i am picking the wrong books; yet to find out.

5. I am also thinking of buying an SLR, in hope of cultivating a new hobby. A wannabe photographer in the making😉

 

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6. Recently travelled to Orchha; a part of homestate, yet unexplored earlier. Beautiful, Rustic, and Earthy.. a place like that after a long long time.

 

7. I am feeling like watching Pursuit of Happyness once more ..like the nth time that i would probably be watching it. It still remains a favourite.

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8.This post has absolutely no meaning as such, and is just a description of clutter going on in my life.

9. Hope to come back to blog with some better writing work next time

Is Just Love Enough ?? – Final Installment

  Arun opened the door.. and was clearly shocked to see Ipsita standing there, the expressions on his face were enough to convey the fear , anger, confusion, guilt that he was feeling right at that moment. Both stood still, neither saying a word, but yet a lot was being conveyed. She left the place,  knowing her most deepest and dreaded fears had come true. There she was, walking in unknown lanes, not knowing the destinations,feeling as if something inside will explode. After almost half an hour she stopped at a bench near a garden , sat and cried her heart out; she wanted to let it out – the anger of being cheated on, the dissapointment of being lied to, the sorrow of loosing the love of her life, the sadness of being left alone. Her mind was flooding wiht thoughts- Was she responsible for driving him away? Should she try and give their relationship a second chance? would she be able to to survive on her own ? The phone started ringing, it was arun.. her breath stopped for a moment- deciding if she should pick and ask him to take her with him, to tell him that she still loved him, that she wanted to save the marriage, to be back to being in love. But she did not take the call, it kept on ringing continously. She did not realise how mch time had passed, suddenly realised a familiar voice calling her name .. it was arun. For some time arun kept on explaining, she was blank, couldn’t listen to what he was saying. She heard him saying sorry and asking her to forget what had happened… she looked at him, with a new found confidence in herself , a newly discovered self esteem and asked Arun,” if i would have done that , would you have been able  to forgive me ?” His head fell.. answering the question in negative, and that cleared the thoughts in her mind. She walked away.. from the infedility, mistrust, lies, broken promises… she walked towards HERSELF !!!!!!