When I began cooking I did not know that I will be overcome by the need for amma-made food so much so that I would lose my sanity. The craving for food has never been worse. If I am blogging about food then it must be something. The carrot Bala used in the play today was what I set my eyes on, but the rude character that Bala was essaying ate up the whole red carrot that really wanted to jump right into my mouth from his hands. Alas, the carrot could not make it to me. Then it was the turn of a nasty dog that tried to snatch my Brownie from me and also pounced on my wife, in order to yank the brownie from her. Is the whole world starved of food?
I hope not, because then, I would a depressed person. And though I know I was cooking well, I do wonder if I was good enough to satisfy the happy food cravings of people.

Am I obsessing about food? Are you saying that the beggar down the road eats burnt rotis and sometimes even snatches food from a dog's mouth? Excuse me, but today I am really being insensitive.

Every little thing in life is a fairy tale. Just that sometimes we do not expect the end. This time around, I know my fairy is coming to an end. I am enjoying it while it lasts, and when it all ends, I hope I accept it with grace...

Little realizations. Little attempts. Make a huge differences. If not in somebody else's life, for sure in mine. I accept myself as a better human being. I forgive myself for my little follies; hoping if i have affected anybody, I am able to do rectify to an extent my misdeeds.

I love myself today. I love myself for being able to love, because it is the purest of emotions.

What does it take to be just tolerant of each other's flaws. It really does not take much effort to be plain nice to a person not because you have to, but because you love them. Because you if not for anybody else are meant to understand each other. Why increase displeasure when it can be contained.

Is it so tough to be just patient and tolerant of a world that you created because you love it.

Dreams. When you wake up with a dream, you normally are sane enough to know that it was a dream and that its over. The situation, the person, the environment is just an illusion, all you can do is recollect the dream and smile over it. When it comes true. It just does. You are a puppet of your dream. You know what will happen, you can see your dream unfolding in front of your very eyes; you just wish you could stand back and see it all happen the way you pictured it all.

I think we dream so we don't have to be apart so long. If we're in each others dreams, we can be together all the time.
- Hobbes

So its like this, gloogle rocks, wordpress sucks, and I have a need to blog, but I deleted my blog. And because I deleted it, unaware of its consequences, I am just stuck in a huge mess. Life has never sounded this bad to me.

Anyway. I love google. My old posts are on wordpress, and I will continue to blog here.

This finally is it. May google also take over wikipedia and M OP Vaishnav College and Symbiosis, then I will be total google girl! Google girl, now thats sounds like fun. Though Akx already is a google girl.

Never ever ever delete your blog, specially if you are using blogger.

I moved my own cheese to wordpress.

No kidding. Every morning, I wake up rummage the fridge for vegetables, look for leftovers, and decide the menu for the day. Long vacation, with no apparent engagement other than a movie at one, another movie at nine in the night, has turned me into the Chef of the home. Whats more is that I am good at it! Much to my surprise. I have graduated from being a mere follower of cookbooks to innovating and experimenting!

And if Journalism does not fetch me much, I am planning to render my services as a chef to close friends, who i know will have no time to cook for family. Btw, I can also wash utensils, dry and fold clothes, I do not wash clothes (what are washing machines for), and no jhaadu marofying! (i suffer from acute asthma). Bonus! I will also take care of your kids. You can check my criminal records, I am not a pedophile, I am good with kids.

Ek vacation admi ko acche khasse vidhyarthi se kaamwali bana deta hai!

Hah! I am back. Anew. Feels good.