puppy power...

I was taking a walk on the road next to my house a few days back

 when i saw a small lil cute fellow on the side of road. He was all muddy and some black stains, busy playing with some rocks and stuff. I dunno why but me and my friend both thought he was a hungry puppy...so we rush to he nearest store and get him a pack of biscuits. My friend is terrified of dogs though i don't have any recored of them being injurious to his health in anyway. So well I took a piece off n offered it to him, but he was more interested in licking my hand than in the biscuit. So i assumed that probably he doesn't have his teeth yet so he can't bite the biscuit , so i powdered it n put it on my fingers to let him lick it ...he came close and sniffed at it but nah ...not a tiny speck down his throat. I noticed he did have teeth though. Then i thought maybe he needed some milk but sadly no milk vendors were there on that road. The puppy just played with me for a lil while and then took off to some other part of the road where I could not folow it. Guess he just needed some fun. This sweet lil darling just came in my life for 10 minutes and brought a huge smile on my face. I have christened him 'dubbu' as he was the dirtiest but cutest doggie ever..and dubbu is abbreviated form of "du = dust, bu= bunny" which are those small lil dust balls u find under your bed suddenly if you dont clean very often.

Dubbu... hope you find lot of food to eat and grow up to be a healthy doggie and a llil (can't hope for much looking at his chilhood habbits) clean doggie. :P

PS: In the pic you can see Dubbu in action.

Cooking lessons...

One of the dreaded things , at least for me before i leave for my masters, is the cooking lessons i am subjected to at home. I should say more than cooking lessons they have turned out to be a torture of a poor soul who is exploited because the angle cant cook..  :p

So since i cannot cook complete meals as yet i get the task of cutting onions, potatoes,chillies,tomatoes,lady fingers,cabbage,cauliflowers etc etc.. and basically any other ingredients you have to cut before you cook them.. :|  After i have cut most of the stuff i get the task of cleaning up. If by chance me and mom are watching TV together .. miraculously ...just out of the blue.. (I need to find which puts these shows on air) a cookery show starts...The lady blabbers n blabbers and cooks some yummy looking dish, which my mom was some how looking for from a few days...and instead of writing the ingredients down she interrogates me to know the ingredients and the method.She calls them revision lectures. And i have to repeat. Its like De-ja Vu..reminds of the vivas during my engineering days.Making tea in the afternoon,breakfasts for sunday mornings (if i am not making it..i still have to stand and watch), fast fix recepies when mom wants to go someplace all have cozily snuggled into my daily timetable.

I am proud to say i can now distinguish between curry powder, garam masala, asafotida and various other similar looking powders that sit in our spice box. And no matter how much i crib i have to admit somewher i have started enjoying making these simple meals and experimenting with them. May it be Dal Tadka,spanish omlets,bhendi fry or exotic spinach Pasta. It definitely tastes much much tastier when you know you have made it and it gives a lot of pleasure to see your family relish and praise you for your 1st attempts even though sometimes i can taste the extra salt i have dropped in :)


PS: Image of the really delicious Spinach Pasta i had cooked along with my sister.Trust me its tastes better than it looks :)

Dreamer..

When I walk through the flowers,

I'm an adventurer.

With my best friend,

I am a friend forever.

when I play my guitar,

I am a rock star,

When I hear of heroic tales,

I am the hero of war.

When I follow my heart,

I am a fighter.

When I pickup my pen,

I am a writer.

through my tears with mom,

I am a daughter.

when I read a book,

I live through the character.

When you place your heart with me,

I am your lover,

When i run away on my own

I am a wanderer.

I am all of these,

and I am none.

I am one of you.

I am the one.

I live in my dreams

I find them sweeter.

I am a free spirit

or perhaps just a Dreamer.

PS: Pic taken from google images