I'm still an Indian..

This post was lying in drafts from a long time.. And I realized I still feel the same as I felt as I wrote this.
Where I felt lost between North Indians, South Indians, Gujarathis, Tamilian, Telagites and so on..

I dont eat idli, dosa dialy for my breakfast,

         nor do i eat paranthas.. But, I'm still an Indian..

I dont eat only rice daily for my lunch,

        nor do i eat only chapathis(rotis).. But, I'm still an Indian..

I dont have a curly hair,

        nor do i've a straight hair.. But, I'm still an Indian..

I dint have a wedding drenched in gold,

        nor did i've a wedding wearing red lehenga.. But, I'm still an Indian..

I'm a native of southern part of India but,

                                           can neither speak Telugu nor Tamil..

I've never stayed in northern part of India but,

                                           can speak fluent Hindi..

                                                                      I am still an Indian..

The LONG break..!

Hello All,

This blog jus shares my current phase of life which persuaded to write the previous write-up.

Life here is very different from Bangalore. Bangalore has my parents, relatives, my work and most importantly, my friends. I never realized how friends had played such an important role in my life. The lunches n dinners, the trips n team outings, the bowling n karting, the movies n masti.. Life's was never so complete and happening. But, this doesn't mean I was completely dependent on them, they jus formed the very important routine of my life. Here, I've no friends to celebrate our weekends, no relatives to celebrate our festivals, n no positive energy to celebrate our day..! Life here is monotonous, making me lazy and lazy.. to go out, to do things i want to do.. n here i sink in loneliness..!

I've to find my way out of the depressing  maizes I've built around me. I'm bored of being like this. I'm sick of the monotonous life. I want my life back..!

A ray of hope arrives with Ishwar. This is what he says "Its difficult to adapt to change suddenly.  Its always how you look at things. Life's teaching you to be completely independent. This is the best time I've got, the best break of your life. Utilize this time to do things u always wanted to but, haven't done. Build up your personality, your confidence and YOU.."
I jus wanted to tell my friends sailing in my boat, its always how u look at things..! whenever ur depressed try to see the other side of the cause.
I wanna make this LONG break the BEST break. I'm helping myself to look and think differently, to raise from the sinking moods, to do what i want and to luv how i'm..

Hoping this RAY leads me to the right destination..!

khali road..

Again this is one of my posts that was in the drafts, representing my state of mind then.

I'm glad that I went through that phase to respect and cherish the phase I'm currently in.

As i waited with Ishwar outside our house in front of a 'khali (empty) road' thoughts flowed..

that road resembled my life.. the road led to many places, many destinations.. people who knew their destinations were clearly guided and taken there by this road..i was in a middle of a good journey.. i stood there wondering where to go or if i should go..!
I always went with people who joined me in the race of life but, din know if that's where exactly i wanted to go and if i should go..!

I don't understand why i don't  know as to what should i be doing.. where should   going.. why am i directionless?  why cant i understand myself what do i really want..?

May be I've never given quality time to myself when needed.. just went with flow.. never thought if i should have gone.. so m lost in the flow trying to find my identity.. do I exist.. or its just ME..!

and should i take this 'khali road'..

Capsicum bhaji episode..

Hello All,

This post is just to describe my husband's innovative thinking.. Well, i appreciate it..! A friend of his said, 'Ishwar thinks differently'.. This is just to support it.. :)

If any of you have not tasted the capsicum bhaji(pakoda) @ gandhi bazar (bengalooru), this is how it looks like..(thnx to harsha for de pic..:))

Its made like  any other bhajis. its served with a salad mixture of onion, carrot and coriander, and lemon juice as a filling in the sliced bhaji and served in bale yele (banana leaf).. yumm..! my mouth's already watering..

Just to showcase his cooking skills and to prove he is more experienced than me, Ishwar wanted to make capsicum bhaji..! He had eaten this lot many times as it was served in India but, had no clue how its made..!

So, here's how he goes..

1. Takes few capsicum and scoots of the seeds and makes it completely hollow.
2. Makes a salad or mixture of onion, coriander (no carrot, cos he thought carrot would add in sweet and he wanted to make extremely spicy filling) as a filling with lemon and chat masala to flavor it.
3. Now he fills the filling he made into the scooted filling and microwaves it for some random time. ( Till this time I'd no clue of what he was trying to make and all this while he acted as though a trained chef and had made that dish many times and I was just standing at the kitchen door wondering as to what is this interesting dish..:) )
4. After he thinks the capsicum is half cooked with the filling, takes it out of the microwave and dips it in the batter prepared for any bhaji and starts frying it...! Now I know what he was up to.. the same old capsicum bhaji found on the streets of Bangalore and also i discover that he had never ever made it..!

Yes, Ishwar thinks different..!

:) Australia.. special episodes..

# 1.settin up home - my hubby n his frns were setting up de furnitures @ home.. n i thought i'll prepare tea for them.. n when i was washing de vessels, i cut my hand to a sharp edge of a broken glass.. n it jus kept bleeding till late evening..!

# 2. visit to a mall - it was like any visit to garuda mall or forum.. except de size of de mall was equal to size of all de malls of bangalore put together..! de prices were not shocking as i was mentally prepared that things wud be expensive.. everything was jus casual.. untill.. i was lost in de mall.. my phone battery dead.. n i dint remember de address of de place v stayed.. cudn trace my hubby @ de shop i left to visit de rest room.. It was jus scary..! was wondering if i've to go to de police.. all sorts of thoughts rolled in my mind.. as i was runnin between de stairs and shops hunting my husband,n there stood indian couple. I borrowed de guys phone to dial ishwar's no. n then realized i waguely remembered his no...! i jus dialed a no., de operator said that i'd dialed a wrong no. n then i tried again.. it was de rite no.. :) n got ishwar's location.. jus thanked de couple and learnt that de couple was from bangalore.. but, my mind was perplexed and relived to my find 'subbdu', dint ve de patience to talk to them.. jus thanked n ran upstairs.. saw him waitin for me.. ran n hugged.. tears jus rolled down..!

# 3. seeing off 'subbdu' - another funny incident.. de security system here is strange.. there r 2 levels of security (but i dont consider it security exactly, cos if de same was implemented in india, de house wud ve been looted de same day somebody came in to stay..!) to reach de main door of de house..!

ishwar came for lunch directly from a drive test, parked de office car in our appartment, had lunch and was abt to leave back to office.. usually i go downstairs to c him off when he comes walkin.. since i was unwell, i decided to say bye from de main door.. but, subbdu was a lil sceptical abt his drivin skills n wanted me to guide him to get giant car out of de parking lot.. so, i jus unlocked de main door, left de house keys and went downstairs.. after i see him off.. i realize there's lock to de entrance of de building apart from de main door n de keys are in home..!

Another 'shit' kinda feeling..! i try calling all de aprtments in my building, there's no 1 there..:( i cant see a single person in de vicinity.. i go to next building call a random flat no. de lady is kind enough to give me access to de building and i knock a random house.. luckily it happens to be a indian family.. n to my good luck all de building locks are same.. n i managed to enter de home.. :)

Special moments..

Some Special moments when you are neither happy nor sad..

You miss ..

• A special unknown person on whom you could rely..
• A special person to whom you are also special..
• A special person who'll complete your incompleteness..
• A special person who fills in your emptiness..
• A special person who matches yourimperfections to make you feel perfect..
• A special person to whom you can express your undefined feelings..
• A special person after meeting whom, you feel so secured.. just as the waves meeting the shore..
• A special person, when hugged, the warmth in which you wanna spend your rest of your life..
• A special person with whom you wanna share your

SILENCE...

" So many special persons are difficult to find.. its like looking for all features in one product.."

" when you actually like person, he/she becomes special for you.. you'll find all these feeling in him/her.."