tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67181439218291740712024-03-14T02:28:16.733-07:00| ExOtIc VoId |sizzling brownies...bavarian sugar cookies... and an everlasting smile :)m@dhur@http://www.blogger.com/profile/00819274030493416771noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718143921829174071.post-19337267202197934802012-01-29T09:30:00.000-08:002012-01-30T03:30:54.415-08:00Back<div><span style="font-size: 9pt; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; " >This is about the sudden urge to nibble on marshmallows.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: 9pt; "><span >And about sauce smilies on egg poaches.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: 9pt; "><span >About spilling water on silly cats.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: 9pt; "><span >And then watching them hurriedly scoot away.</span></span></div><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 11px; "><span style="font-size: 9pt; " ><br /><br />Freakishly unconnected events. Blahs.<br /><br />But strangely enough, they are all known to lend clueless smiles on gloomy days.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 11px; "><span style="font-size: 9pt; " ><br /><br />On a completely different note, Im missing home right now. Missing Saraswati pujo in that building. The dulcet smell of sandal wood and the delightful yum of <i>khejur guder payesh</i>. But most importantly, I miss decking up in mom’s yellow sarree, just so I can aimlessly roam about the dumpy lanes of Lakegardens. And that involuntary act of tucking strands of hair behind the ear, every time I bumped into the cute someone.<br /><!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--><br /><!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 11px; "><span style="font-size: 9pt; " >Damn my exams. I am so missing out on all the goofing around.<br />In between the air that was so damn electric.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 11px; "><span style="font-size: 9pt; " ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <span style="font-size: 9pt; " >P.s : Have a nice time being foolish every one. Have a great weekend and an awesome Sarawati puja :-)</span><p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span ><span style="font-size: 12px;"><br /></span></span></p></div>m@dhur@http://www.blogger.com/profile/00819274030493416771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718143921829174071.post-79072063064931754042010-04-24T21:53:00.000-07:002010-04-24T21:58:18.918-07:00The thing called engieering<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> As I cracked my brains over what exactly to contribute to my branch magazine, I realised I could not even bring myself down to string together a single sentence that isn’t weird or verbally challenged or that wont drive you a hundred pages away. My fingers seemed to be a major victim to the force called friction. They felt retarded enough to type a single word. All I could type at the end of<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>fifteen long minutes<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>were the words ‘My college’ and no sooner did I realise that it is practically impossible for me to spill paragraphs over paragraphs on this topic. When you are left with tones of assignments wanting to chew your brains, the nerve breaking internals, the deadly vivas and the semesters lurking round the corner, the concept of engineering does not exactly seem utopian right? Under all the forces trying to pressurise me from all angles and compelling me to drown 1000 miles deeper into the musty pages of the ugly fat books , the only word that skips my mind about my college is B-O-R-I-NG . And the only word I can associate with the course called ‘engineering’ is F-R-U-S-T-R-A-T-I-N-G !</o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I paused. I took a deep breath. On second thoughts, thinking of our Big Boss Sir Ranchoddas Chanchad; the three magical words flashed in front of me . The words that probably motivates all the helpless engineers today. “Al iz well”. I realised that life surely does not come with a ‘how-to-avoid-frustration’ manual. Neither does it always look like a perfect fairytale. Sometimes it throws you surprises . When it hits you, you figure out that the best way to deal with it , is just to sit back and laugh before you bounce right back. Being an engineer is not very easy. Yet it isn’t all that difficult either. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Engineering is not just a course. It is in fact a way of life. A sort of life that teaches you not only how to make an electrical transformer work<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>but actually ends up transforming your entire being at the end of four years of constant brain grinding. It is a part of life when you learn to take immense joy out of simple things. You learn to turn every dull moment interesting with just a bright smile . You acquire the laugh-a-lot syndrome. You realise it is more important to live for others. It is indeed the four years of mindless fun, the canteen treats, the scary professors,<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>the head breaking assignments, the Friday nights, the bottles of vodka, a tinge of carelessness, a dash of madness, the randomness<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>and most importantly the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">mast kalandarness </i>that turns you into a perfect engineer. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">You know you are a major victim of this thing called ‘engineering’ when : </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <ol style="margin-top:0cm" start="1" type="1"> <li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list 36.0pt">Even after the deadly suffering in a prolonged day without any trace of electricity and water, you jump really high and scream ‘YIPPPI!!’, when the fans start working once again.</li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list 36.0pt">You think bunking classes is a part of your syllabus.</li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list 36.0pt">You stare at an orange juice container because it reads ‘CONCENTRATE’</li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list 36.0pt">You can write 70 words per minute but can’t read your own handwriting.</li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list 36.0pt">At least one of your jeans have a hole in it</li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list 36.0pt">You have a guilt free pass to have random crushes on the ‘good looking’ ones. Even though you know that the specie called ‘good looking people’ is almost extinct in your college.</li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list 36.0pt">Your calculator misses the ‘equal to’ button.</li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list 36.0pt"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>You think your room looks the best when it is disorganised enough to resemble a dungeon.</li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list 36.0pt">You think it is best to study at night. At night you realise it is best to not study at all.</li> <li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list 36.0pt">Though you are absolutely clueless about the subject, you still manage to face vivas with sky high confidence. Since you can’t convince the Prof., u think its best to confuse him out of his nerves.</li> </ol> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:18.0pt"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:18.0pt">If you are an engineer I am sure you could completely relate to all the Ten Commandments written above. It is not very difficult. Is it?</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:18.0pt"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:18.0pt">A candid confession: In a whirlwind of an year I am in a new place in my life. A place which was probably not even remotely in my cards. But for the record, I would just like to say, it feels really great. I just<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>realised that engineering isn’t all that frustrating after all. </p>m@dhur@http://www.blogger.com/profile/00819274030493416771noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718143921829174071.post-60696184136781072782010-02-07T07:48:00.001-08:002010-02-07T09:16:47.026-08:00familiarity<div><br /></div><div>Have you ever stuck to an idea just because it seemed familiar to you? have you ever loved someone just because you knew him for too long to let him go ?</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpoaJUhdaM-ajU_QR4OuYowIS9xrIb7gAEfneZFzjbfrnXSZtShVgfatnzmEdxTF3SeZnMLaTcUAwUB9s2nhf-wAa_lA7JfaqgppideVT-87VcFC3b2SQGEFUO4BT9zNWbHQ0TOn_2pNw/s1600-h/weird1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpoaJUhdaM-ajU_QR4OuYowIS9xrIb7gAEfneZFzjbfrnXSZtShVgfatnzmEdxTF3SeZnMLaTcUAwUB9s2nhf-wAa_lA7JfaqgppideVT-87VcFC3b2SQGEFUO4BT9zNWbHQ0TOn_2pNw/s320/weird1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435547851570830786" /></a> (click to enlarge)<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div> </div><div>Life sure is a weird thing. One moment it gives you everything, and the next moment everything changes and you are left with almost nothing. People change, things change , situations change and the only thing that remains constant is 'change' itself. Inspite of being so much unpredictable, life does not come with a how-to-do manual right! It is totally for us to decide what to do and what not to. It is entirely on us to take the right path and to choose the right people for ourselves.</div><div><br /></div><div>It is time we stop sticking to the familiar only because it apparently seems familiar. It is time to unleash our thoughts and get rid of the pre conceived notions and allow something new to happen to us. It is time we learn to accept.</div><div><br /></div><div>I have just realised that trying out new things doesn't really hurt.</div><div><br /></div><div>It makes you happy :-)</div><div><br /></div><div>there is always a sizzling brownie or a bavarian cookie waiting for you somewhere. You just have to discover it yourself ! :-)</div><div><br /></div>m@dhur@http://www.blogger.com/profile/00819274030493416771noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718143921829174071.post-5527483319760171762010-02-05T05:06:00.001-08:002010-02-05T21:07:47.205-08:00coffees and cuddles and a birthday bashIm FINALLY back to college .<div><div><div>Last week was insanely awesome!!Oh Hell Im seriously having a severe hangover right now!!</div><div>
<br /></div><div>My hearty thanks to all the people who made my home-coming so much special. :-)</div><div>No matter how far away i am, there is always a part of me that is left behind with those mom-made yummy cuisines, the hot Capucinoes, the warm chit chats , the mad photo sessions , the dashing girl-parties and of course the incredibly delicious crunchy kfc chickens :P</div><div>
<br /></div><div>The muddleheaded crackpots out there aka 'my dear friends' are indeed like <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><a href="http://from-out-of-no-where.blogspot.com/2010/02/ventilators.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330099;">ventilators</span></a>. </span>Click on the link to know what exactly I mean :-)</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Cheers to all the coffees and the cuddles that make us feel soooo special !! :D</div><div>
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<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdJTDCUUL91uQ9_0fd6IiPVjekxnnuxFRqCED2a4qRJobF5UMwwz7BCakFBN7H2Lv04KR0XMxItcgkDPmQqOXj0_udKsl3c0WQREuoi8KSBMqOOKfg4RCdKzABSGgK8jXpKRiu0K6DfkA/s1600-h/coffees.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdJTDCUUL91uQ9_0fd6IiPVjekxnnuxFRqCED2a4qRJobF5UMwwz7BCakFBN7H2Lv04KR0XMxItcgkDPmQqOXj0_udKsl3c0WQREuoi8KSBMqOOKfg4RCdKzABSGgK8jXpKRiu0K6DfkA/s320/coffees.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434810394250318018" /></a><div> the heart melting coffees :)</div><div>
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<br /></div><div>Well... it was mom's birthday today!!</div><div> I really wanted to make her happy with something special , something that can make up for all the times i act like a devious little naughty kiddo . I thought, for once i must thank her for tolerating my frequent utter nonsenses , for cooking the best meals ever, for putting up with my madness, for understanding me so well and for always being there for me. I sometimes( err...always) play the guest in my own house... but somehow she is the most amazing host i have ever known !! :)</div><div>
<br /></div><div>She is an angel.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>This was my gift for her... a card, an aquarius book mark , a coffee mug and a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">BIG HUG </span>!!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">
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<br /></div><div>*hugs* <3</div><div>
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<br /></div><div>yeah.. i meant it !</div><div>
<br /></div><div>i hope i made her happy :-)</div><div>
<br /></div></div></div>m@dhur@http://www.blogger.com/profile/00819274030493416771noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718143921829174071.post-6514565524709894772010-01-31T22:29:00.000-08:002010-02-01T08:47:05.123-08:00yayy :)Finally my first sem is over and im back home !! *does the post sem dance*<div>The best thing about home is the constant availability of chicken in various forms- chicken kababs, tandooris, fries and to top the list there is always the mom-made<i> </i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">mangsher</span></b></i><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"> jhol</span></b> </i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">with a taste that lingers on to your tongue forever. Apart from delightfully delicious chicken, 'home' brings along with it extravagant shopping , family get togethers , friend re-unions, phuchka treats, long walks, chocolate fantasies , birthday parties and also few immortal moments with few special people ;) </span></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Lately I have become a complete movie buff!! I managed to watch 9 movies and consume 7 bowls of popcorn in a day (beat that!! ). I saw Twilight and somehow i simply cant get over Edward Colin. I mean Robert Pattinson is sooo incredibly hawt ! His milky white complexion , his passionate blue eyes and his uptight figure makes me go absolutely tweak in my knees. I am dreaming of him these days(err.. nights).Oh I am serious ! </div><div><br /></div><div>I had two birthday parties to attend the other day. The first one was at south city and it was <a href="http://renegadesinc.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">Lindsay Lohan's</span></a>(the name is just a private joke) belated birthday bash. So there we got him a Cookyjar chocolate cake and golden choco coins and another heart shaped chocolate box, labelled 'golden passion'. (Remarkably sensuous chocolates indeed!!) Then the chitter chatter that followed after that was hilarious. Our cheek muscles ached as we uncontrollably laughed with every utterance of Lindsay Lohan !! Hey wait... He is not some kind of a joker, neither is he a stupid retard okay. He is just a funny friend. The party was SURELY great!!</div><div><br /></div><div>The second birthday was Sam's. She made pastas nd corn kabli at home , the taste of which could actually give you that flying-in-the-sky kinda sensation. Lovely cook she is!!The party basically constituted of some harmless <i>tang khichayi</i>, who-is-dating-whom gossips, occasional blushes, insane laughters and mouthwatering food.</div><div><br /></div><div>YAYY... I feel so great being back home!! :D</div><div><br /></div><div>I was talking to this friend of mine last night and our topic of discussion was 'change'. Something he said probably got very deeply etched in my mind.I am still wandering over those words... <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330099;"><i>"Day by day nothing changes , but when you look back everything is different."</i></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330099;"><b></b></span> Strange but true !</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>m@dhur@http://www.blogger.com/profile/00819274030493416771noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6718143921829174071.post-743373687320964462010-01-25T21:31:00.001-08:002010-01-26T12:12:07.199-08:00hello !!It is only in fairy tales that every <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">story</span> ,no matter how twisted it is, sure does have a perfect ending. Reality is quite different. Things change, they transform from one form to another and finally <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">get</span> back to their original forms . At the end nothing remains. Just a vast stretch of void. Exotic indeed !<br /><br />The sizzling brownies and the sugar coated cookies are <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">in fact</span> just an integral part of that void. The amazingly delicious brownies to spice up our moods.The <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Bavarian</span> cookies to sweeten our lives. To make us feel like everything is perfect.<br /><br />In the middle of the usual hustle bustles, we often forget to notice the brownies and the cookies <span style="color:#000000;"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">lying</span> </span>just around us. We tend to overlook the simplicities. We forget to live. So no more bottled up desires. No more pent-up feelings. Here i promise to share all the nice thoughts, the unsaid words and the little things that make a big difference to my life.<br /><br />I assure you that this blog wont kill you, neither will it frustrate you out of your nerves . Unless <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">of course</span> you are a heartless bum, it will surely make you smile and remind you that you are a part of that wonderful thing called 'life' :)<br /><br />So a big <span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"><strong>hello</strong></span> to everyone !!<br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">i just hope i make an infinitesimally small difference to all your lives....</span> :)<br /><strong><em><span style="color:#990000;">it is only words... and words are all i have... to take your heart away ...</span></em></strong>m@dhur@http://www.blogger.com/profile/00819274030493416771noreply@blogger.com2