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I am a die hard foodie, and quite unapologetically so. I find it fascinating to indulge in the myriad of food options one have, not just eating but i also love cooking and trying out different things. Although i am yet to taste like a million food items from across the world, but i do consider myself a bit above average , in terms of knowing quite a bit of them. At least i can boast of having tried quite a rich variety of cuisines and food items available in India. But i have often encountered that people around me are not that experimental about their food choices. They more often stick to the known , tried and tasted varieties and miss out on some really amazing stuff. Lot of my relatives and friends often ask me to tell them what exactly to try out , when they go to some restaurant which is not indian or for that matter Punjabi or south Indian. I thought i will list down some of these suggestions on my blog as well. Although these are really really basic food items and NOT AT ALL exhaustive, but would definitely help those who are still in FRESHER zone, and have just started their food journey:

  1. ITALIAN : Italian has to be one of my all time favourite. That is my GO TO food, when in doubt I say ITALIAN. For those who wish to start with Italian, let me tell you first, Pizza hut /Dominos pizza and pasta is not what ITALIAN actually is. For the appetizers,  try the limitless varieties of Bruschetta , consisting of grilled bread rubbed with garlic and topped with tomatoes, olive salt and pepper ; the toppings can vary from restaurant to restaurant. The most common soup , is Minestrone; having loads of veggies along with pasta. The main course can be Cannelloni which is a form of pasta but has  filling stuffed inside (If you are trying at Little Italy, it is going to be spinach filling), or  Wood burnt pizza , Raviolli (type of dumpling composed of a filling sealed between two layers of thin pasta dough or Risotto ( Rice dish, but i am not a big fan of this one). End the lunch /Dinner with a sweet panna cotta, a sort of cooked and flavoured cream.
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  2. MIDDLE EASTERN :This brings only one name to my mind ” HUMMUS”. Boiled chickpea paste with garlic, tahini(which by the way is sesame seeds powder) and lots of olive oil. You generally eat it with a Pita Bread which is made from fermented maida. One can also try falafels , a deep fried patty made from again chickpeas. If you are a non vegetarian, you can try out  Kibbeh, which are made from meat and cereals. For the non vegetarian in you, gorge on the Amazing variety of Kebabs.Image result for middle eastern cuisine
  3. THAI : Thai cuisine is among the most popular cuisines in the world,and is said to be one of the tastiest. It is definitely a bit heavier on the non veg side, but you can find many vegetarian variants as well. Lay your hands on Khanum, the thai rice noodles; easy on the stomach yet very tasty. Thai food is often loaded with veggies and have very strong and distinct flavours.You can also try the Jasmine rice, and one of the salads that tops my list is Som tam, which is  made from raw papaya. And of course your THAI rendezvous is not complete without the Thai curry, mix of vegetables, curry, coconut milk and spices.

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To be continued ……


PS: Pictures are downloaded from internet.



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



“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


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.