Get set cook!!

Being a foodie, I love cooking what I love eating.. And today finally I took up the knife n spatula and went all "Peel! Chop! Fry!".. Guess I got a "thing" for this summer too.. Maybe.. possibly cooking is going to be my hobby this summer.. Like it was knitting last summer and painting before that and dancing even before that.. But all my previous summer hobbies ended with the heat.. But I guess, this is going to last for some more time since I'm not able to imagine myself getting bored of food! So, my hobby trainer is mom ( finally gave her the honour!) and I started with CHINESE.. Mouth watering n slurppppp.....

As the aroma of spring onions and capsicums spread across the kitchen, I couldn't resist myself from licking the spatula. But then I stopped myself and went for simming the gas instead... After about sum fifteen minutes of stirring n adding spices, my yummy dinner got ready....topped it with some stuff and presented it before "Head Of Home Kitchen" ... Finally grabbed the words of appreciation greedily and clicked the pic of my "art"..

Fainting

I switched on the light and looked into the mirror.. carefully removed my specs.. I could see that my left eye was red.. it did hurt a bit when my eye lid flicked past by... but just a throbbing..no need to mope over it. So I just turned on the tap and splashed some water over my face...It felt cool and soothing..
The clock showed 12:04 and I decided turn off the lights. Walking slowly, finding the way to the bed I hit against the chair and landed directly into the bed... I found every muscle of mine settling down into the soft mattress..Unable to move an inch, I took a deep breath and struggled to break down the friction. But my body didn't respond to my mind and I felt too tired to show any reflex.. Somehow I convinced my mind and opened my eyes with a start.. I clutched at my hair struggling to remember what happened...lost my conscious, I realised.. That moment someone switched on the light.. It was dad, I guess.. I could feel the light illuminating the grey patches before my eyes... In the dark, they'd got camouflaged but now they could be seen clearly... Immediately I shut my eyes and said " huhhh... shhh" and waited for the patches to vanish way... Meanwhile, dad switched the lights off again... Finding relief, my head thumped into the pillow and my muscles refused to budge for 1 solid hour....

Times with you grandpa....

Dear Thatha,
I don't know whether you are gonna read this or not but there are quite a lot of things that I've always wanted to tell you before you left me... Firstly, everyone in the family thought that you were very strict and were kind of a hitler but we loved you a lot and still do. But, I never thought you were a hitler or anything. I've always thought that you are the coolest grandpa anyone could ever have had. There are quite a lot of reasons.. for instance, when you showed me your early days photographs..I mean, you looked damn handsome. When you used to share your memories with me, it used to give me a lot of happiness.. I've never seen granny but you know you both were the most beautiful looking couple on earth. I know I've never said this but I love you a lot, thatha... I can never ever forget the wonderful moments i've shared with you.. From my babyhood, i've grown up on your bed,  peed on it like about a million times, still you never changed that mattress... You've always wanted me to be brisk and fast but unfortunately, I've never been able to get rid of my lethargic attitude..I am very sorry that I couldn't be the geethu you'd wanted me to be.. Quick, smart and perfect. and sort of like you :) but the only thing I got from you was the habit of crossing my legs.
I still remember the fear I had..... of losing the honor of being your favourite granddaughter after Mahi was born but i was  so wrong. I still was your favourite granddaughter and I know you loved me the most... Baby Mahi still thinks you're in the PSG hospital. I wish it was true.I wish you'd come back as she thinks you are.. Every day, every special moment, I feel your absence but donno why it seems like you are always with me.. still, calling me "kunju", still talking to me, praying for me, wishing me good luck and giving me the courage to face challenges boldly.....

Wow.. I'm getting patriotic..

Today.. after many days.. mom handed me my history book and forced me to open it... But as usual I opened it and got lost in my dreamworld... nah.. not fairies or ogres... it was about the mad man who might've got the Eureka idea to include history as a subject! I mean..

People have kept on fighting over issues like equaaallity, libbbeerrtyyy ... n all other crap since medieval times. And hoola! They are still fighting... and they will always keep on! Just for the sake of some partition that took place during 1947, people still can't stop the urge to killll.It's like saying... "Just because my dad and your dad fought for a toffee in kindergarten ..I am gonna fight with you for that toffee too... but hello...... lifelong.. How long?

You might think.. How does that relate to history textbook? It's like this... How do I know about the freedom struggle? How does every child know about Mahatma Gandhi? How do people know that pakistan was once a part of India? How have people developed an irrational sense of fear against pakistanis? buzzz: - History textbook! If it was not for this 'dignified " subject, I would never have known. Nor would majority of the Indian population have known... We celebrate independence day and beam with pride thinking about our leaders but we forget one thing... anger...the rage that cooks up in every indian...towards the british.... it's like digging your own graveyard... you know.. destroying the peace and harmony by poking out the sleeping monster in you that wants to fight and kill for..... practically nothing. Huh!

Another scenario :- What if we dont learn about our history and live like normal living beings... If no hindus or muslims get to know that their ancestors had fought once..... There might be no word like terrorism may be... It'll be like " Who cares a crap for what our dads did.. I 'll do what I want to "

But no....after all its our "khandani" ritual.. We must never let anyone forget that our forefathers were so brave. How much guts they had to fight over whose god was better.. Like anyone was going to accept "You win ! I lose!"

Reminding people about their past only aggravates the hidden feeling of hatred in their hearts...scratches out wounds making them bigger...

Bet - make a head out of it!

God I hate this NEW POST page.. and I literally mean it.. man.. it just squeezes out all the good ideas in you.. never mind.. hmm... so what was i gonna write?? (scratch- scratch).. omygosh seee its happening.. seriously i dont have the trickle of an idea whether this is absent mindedness or its like some things just have idiotic faces that say "han han! no you dont wanna do this! do you?" Really,sometimes I just feel like throwing pebbles..uh huh.. boulders over unpleasant things! You take up something in a mindblowing spirit.. some work or a book or a new song and something unbelievably annoying comes and says "Excuse me(literal meaning: You are not allowed to have a peace of mind.)". This is not one bit exaggeration.. coz that's actually what I am up to these days.. Its called "Mission - Blocking" yeah ... right Its definitely not "raindrops on roses n whiskers on kittens", anymore.... I am just blocking my daydreams or should I say trying to... One minute I pore over history of nationalism struggling to figure out why Prussia fought for German Unification while the next minute I am in tights and flats dancing ballet... ridiculous isn't it? I mean is this flu ever gonna end.. sleeping in daylight? chewing hard... at soft things.. lips, nails, skin and even pig tails... lifting an eyebrow... damn stressed out.. phew..... And literally screaming out the million dollar "Iam-fed-up" alphabets "O......M....G.."
But I have to say that.. its time.. sure it is.. coz I can't bear it any more. How long am I gonna use daydreaming or music to solve my problems? To me.. life is manipulative.. nothing ever occurs without a solid motive.You run and run and keep on running to reach an end and finally, the end comes and says.. April foool.. I am not the end... go on and burn some more calories fatty... ooh ooh that's another situation where you feel like ripping your arm off just because you'll have something to throw at..
So coming back to the "its time" thing.. I wanna challenge my problems.. ok fine.no exaggeration....just "solve" my problems....just "kick off its ass"... just "get rid of it".. "just sell it out" (breathe.. breathe) .... But believe me ... daydreaming is a bug not a drug.... so I just need to grab that "I can do it - bugspray" and hoolaaa successss! here I am!! By the way, is it available in the store next door?