Bingo :) Another Tear Drenching movie

Looks like im all up for emotionally draining movies.  I enjoyed this one a lot but still i donno if it is because of the cold that caught me after a long break or the movie itself. Finally the outcome is that i had tears rolling down my cheeks nearly twice in the 2nd half of the movie.
I hated to admit that i cried but still i admit it. The lead pair did an awesome job and i love them so much. Love you Nani & Samantha.
This one is a theatrical performance by me  and i donn risk any performance soon since i have been watching a lot of James Bond from the past 2 weeks. I just managed to reach the 80's (im coming from the first).
Only movie i loved and that i let to stay in my lappy for a while is "On her majesty's secret service". Loved Bond and Contessa Teresa.
Im planning for the next theatrical adventure with a movie that is going to be released on the 11th of Jan 2013. And im eagerly waiting for it. It was some sort of family drama. It may have some elements that are capable of making me cry. But im gonna give it a try.
Wish me luck for that. And im sad...no book reading since a couple of weeks...as i said, i was busy with James Bond. :)

Love you guys. Bye.
Yours Truly

Life : New Places,Books,Work & Music

:) It is nothing new for me to say that im busy. But these days, there is one more thing i am. I am happy too. Like many other things of life, there is no particular reason for me being happy even when im so busy. Well, lets not get confused. :)
If i have not told you earlier, i live in a hostel something close to PG accomodation. I have been living in this particular place say X for the last 1 1/2  years. And my only colleague i know over there got married and moved to US some 7 months ago. There have been a few strangers who turned into friends but they were there only for very short periods of time. The whole period was like staying alone with a few on and off relationships. Its been too lonely that it totally changed my thoughts about being alone. As a kid i always liked to be alone. I should say, i enjoyed being alone. I loved all those moments. But now it felt like i had enough of my crazyness and i need a change.
I sometimes even think that it is not being alone for long that bored me, its the number of people i lived with. It is the stability in the environment i missed very much. I just needed fresh memories. Im filled with the old scents and memories of people who had very little or no space in my life. I felt like its time to dump everything and start things afresh. And once im decided, i talked to my colleague about a place to live with them and decided to move over at any cost.(Trust me, it cost me alot. Now im supposed to count every penny of mine to meet the ends this month.)
Now its been 5 days since i moved over to this new place. It is not great. But im Ok. I just needed fresh memories from fresh experiences. Its just yesterday that i unpacked my bags and its like living new again. I really like the way my books are placed here over, since i am left with lot of space for books they just had the luxury to spread out. It was really a beautiful sight for me taking my love books into consideration. It was this morning that i sat watching these little things spread out like yummy dishes on dining table for more than half n hour. I had these brilliant ideas to do with them.
1. I decided to buy more books (2 atleast for a month).
2. To read even more (that means, my poor movies are going to take a back seat).
3. I wanted to read every book again. I wanted to love them a little more :)
4. I wanted to write a review for each book i finished reading (And im very serious about it).
And then it was real work. I mean Office work. This is not at all the interesting part but i still want to write. This week is so long that i feel like its never ending. I am just counting every minute for the weekend. Its not that i am free. I have been doing lots of work since monday, i had loads of work to do for the next 2 days. But still, it was like the pressure button which existed somewhere in my system stopped working. I am at ease. I am just working. I mean i stopped worrying about work. Im too preoccupied with thoughts all over my mind to think about work and get tensed. I know, somewhere in the corners of my mind there is this fear lurking around but still, i donn even want to remind me of its presence.
Work was going ok. It was me who started delaying things. I could not find this work interesting anymore. I should say, i am working just to get that meagre pay check i get at the month end. I am trying to get out of this and try something which i am really interested in. But such things take time. I am still searching for a place where my soul finds it interesting enough to keep me engaged. Ok. I am deviating from my post. I will be rambling all these things in any other post.
And since im working at my leisure, the only thing that can make me stick to my place is music. I had a huge collection of hindi and telugu songs that i did not even get to complete the whole list even once. These are such woderful old melodies with super cool lyrics, that i decided to start a blog to place the lyrics of all my favourite songs. I know there are many such blogs. But i just wanted to do it. I am planning to start this one soon.
Thats it guys. I may update more things in my later posts but this is a grand weekly update for me.
Happy weekend Guys. Its 6 Pm Friday, and what the hell am i doing in office!!..chalo...:) bye. Have a great Weekend and hope i have some tons of good things in this weekend :) ok. Bye for now. Yayyy.... Its Firday Eve. :)

Love.
Yours Truly.

My Posts : My Thoughts

I do not post regularly. But i do write regularly. And i do save my writings on my notepad and whenever i find some time i start to upload things.
But rarely do i find something that can be posted. I donno about any standards. But looking at people and their wonderful blogs, i feel very nervous while posting my things. But i just hope, someday i will turn out to be competitive enough for others.
My confidence levels with writing are very low. But im trying atleast. Staying anon helps me a lot.
And also i love writing. i mean the normal..pen,paper & Book one. I love it. And i prefer pencil to pen always. I donno if it is somewhere related to psychology. But i love writing with pencil. I go on end less. Some time later, i will try to copy my thoughts from my book to this place.
I just think they are much better than this ones. But may be they are not and this is just my feeling. :)
Ohk..Whatever. Im happy being able to post things this way. Work is good these days. And when i say good, i mean less. So yayyy..i get more time to read, think and then of course to write. :)

Love..
Yours Truly.

Pursuit Of Happyness - 2 :) :)

One might wonder, what is all that blabber in my previous post about and why is it vented out so.
The only reason is that i wanted to write something and i just watched a movie.
Many people in the world must have watched it. And many said, it was an awesome movie. And it made them cry.
One of my colleagues suggested this movie saying that this was one movie that made him cry.
And i managed to watch this one recently. And thanks to him, i kept thinking that about what must have made him cry.
I was continously guessing through out the movie. May be i might have missed the real beauty of the movie thinking all these.
And i was also thinking about some reasons that i could explain why the movie did not make me cry.
And in this attempt i may have really lost the nerve to cry.
But despite all the thought and everything, the movie managed to make me cry..or i should not say cry..the movie managed to get some tears out of my eyes.
This happened in the very last minute of the movie and for that 2  minutes of emotions i became a fan of Will Smith forever.
The Movie is "the pursuit of happyness" .
Everyone has their own reasons on why this movie made them cry.
Well, i had my own one. But it is not poverty that struck me. It is not his need or want for a better life that struck me.
Because i just finished reading Angelas's Ashes by Frank Mccourt. It is about a Irish boy and his life..It is the author himself.
Any one who had an idea about the book would know why poverty or need did not strike me.
It is the happiness in his eyes after he achieved what he wanted that struck me.
This revealed one more aspect of my mind. I not only fear about failure, i just love every single moment of happiness.
May be this is why i never feel sad for longer periods. A feeling called sad is always momentory for me.
Even pain is momentory for me. My mind has this wonderful gift of moving onn.
It loves happiness so much that it cannot stay in a sad mood for long. See that is one lovely thing about my mind.
And coming back to the movie, it is really happy to learn that the movie is inspired from a real life story or should i say,
a real life highly successful story!.
And it gives throws light on the fact that happiness is to be pursued.
And creates a ray of hope to every one who is in the pursuit. :)
I am sure i will be coming back with a full post on Angela's Ashes soon. Hoping a wonderful Day to you all.
Love
 :)
 

Pursuit Of Happyness :)

Some people say they watch movies to pass the time.
Some say they watch movies for pleasure.
Some say they find happiness in movies. Some find lives and livelihood out of movies.
But i always think..what do i get from movies ? And to make it clear here it selves, i do not know what is that i get by watching movies.
I never knew the answer. I always wondered what my reason was.
Sometimes i think it is the pleasure, the happiness i get out out of them.
Sometimes i think i learn something from them.
Sometimes i think they give me confidence to live and never did i think that they are just some sort of things that are watched for passing time.
I am never a cry baby. Even when i feel hurt even when im in pain and even when i fail.
I never cry. it is so rare that i cry and it is even rarer that people see me crying. I never do that in front of people.
And me being that, do you think i would cry watching a movie ?
Logically, i should not. But taking my love for movies into consideration, i should.
Yeah..so the chances are equal. 50-50.
But the thing is there are very less number of movies that make me cry. I donn even find any pattern or similarities in movies that make me cry.
I just cry when the movie touches my heart.
If the same movie does not make me cry for the second time, then it must be the moment that made me cry not the movie.
I may be weak at that particular moment and so i could not stand upto that emotion. i could not hold upto the standard of that emotion.
And i just break at those certain times. people cannot break me so easily but movies can.
A powerful movie with great things in it can make me cry even when im at my best, strongest. And it will continue to make me cry everytime i watch it.
And in my weak moments, some powerful emotion is enough for me to cry.
I just said that people cannot make me cry. But it is not the complete truth.
I say this because,it is the people in the movies that make me cry. People with their strong emotions make me cry.
I generally hate a tragedy either in real life or on reel.
i cannot stand when a person breaks. when their heart breaks. when they could not bind their emotions.
I hate to see people losing everything. And that is the only common thing i find in the movies that made me cry.
And this explains a psychological part of me. I hate losing anything. I hate the fear of losing anything.
I hate me for having that fear. Every moment i try to get rid of that fear.
But i fail altogether because it is this fear that makes me move forward. that helps me achieve better things that i can hold on to longer.
People say, it is the sole aim of your life to know what you are meant to do and to achieve it is to be your life time goal.
And i get to meet some thousands of characters, though fictional through movies. And i love to watch them. Listen to them.
Laugh with them. Cry with them(though not everytime). Love with them. And get something from them..i.e understanding them.
Every good movie helps me think and it helps me go a bit ahead in the process of understanding me a bit better.
Thats it. And this is what i get from movies. And this is why i love movies.
This is why i get this unexplainable pleasure whenever i watch a good movie.

October

October was one month that was the worst of all the months of this year. But thats only in terms of Work. And since my work affected everything else in my life, i should say scattered everything else in my life, i say this is the worst. Even now, despite of all the work i have done i still feel like i am wasting my time today(A Sunday) by blogging and watching videos on youtube. This is how the work is. My lead succeded in making me feel like this. kudos to her.
But still sometimes, i follow my heart. I desperately wanted to write. Its worse that i could not even find time to write a blog post on a weekend.And so i am here writing about my hectic October.

The only interesting thing that i have done this month is reading. The first week of this month is not as bad as it is now. So i had a whole sunday for myself. And i finished 3 books or should i say a trilogy. Thats 50 Shades - Grey, Darker & Freed. And i am confused about my opinion on the books. I loved them at one point. Hated them at another. Felt immense pain. But still completed them in a single day(Whole 24 hrs).

Then i felt the urge to read something light. That can relieve my brain from the pain and turmoil it is going through after 50 shades. But true to the point i choose to read "Bound By Marriage". There was nothing refreshing in the book. It is just a lighter version or should i say 1% of 50 Shades. But then i am in no mood to read anything that resembles 50. Then there came "The Book Thief" to my hands.
This was what i need at that moment. And it was a wonderful book. To talk about how wonderful it is, i need to do a whole new post for it. And immediately after that it was "An American Brat". Though not great, i should say it was interesting. And all of this was during the first week. And then started my days(worse ones), when i worked on weekends-holidays-overtime-earlytime and what not.
I have also started reading "3 Parts Desire" in the second week of October and have not been able to move beyond some 25 pages.

This is how my life is. Completely shattered. All i do is WORK WORK & WORK. And what do i get by doing all this? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. The money i get for the work is so meagre that it rarely motivates me. And do i love the work atleast? No Again. I am doing this because i got nothing else to do. How difficult everything is. Can't my life be a little simper. Thank God i do not have a boy friend or someone like that in my life. That way, things could have gone worse.

I just want to know what would i love to do. What is that one thing that i would never run away from. That would always keep my interest and passion intact. Why am i into this world. To achieve what. A Big Question again. Hope i find it before i lose it. But still, i just think this is my life and it is me living it. So i would be loving it and living it, the way it takes me to.

:) Now that i have vented out everything in my brain, i feel ok. And an urge to do things the right way Or Atleast the way i think they are right. I know, donn laugh at me now. I know im the Confused Kaike. But its me. So i love it.

Indian Middle Class

One beautiful story about the beauty of my country.
This is the class that has always decided the future of this nation.

How corrupt we may go, in the process of earning money but still we survive. The only reason being is, somewhere in our hearts, the old values, the things we were taught since we were kids..were still there. They may not see the light always. But in times of need, they do show their true face.

One may wonder about the Lady, who fought with the Ticket Checker and the Station Master for the reason that he charged a 50 more than the usual fine.

She breaks all those thoughts with one sentence.

"But today, ten days out of home, I would like to believe that his value systems, everything that we have taught him, stand by him. It is not just about the money. I needed to know that our values stand for something, and that when he stands by them, we stand by him. There is wrong, for which he must pay his fines, but equally there is right, and even one Rupee to the left is not right."

When she said that, she stands by her son, when he stood for something he believed in, it shows her confidence in the values she taught her son. In the culture of this country that never failed when it is met with courage and confidence.
She made her son realize that his parents stand by him whenever he is right. And this incident reminds him of the path to follow at every crossroad of life he faces.

Thanks to this class and values of the Nation.

Teachers & Family

Some time earlier, i wrote this very long post about how close i am to my granpa and how much i miss him.
But yesterday while just surfing around, i found this very interesting post on a girl's relation with her father. And i am very much moved.
I loved the post so much that my thoughts went loud for a pretty good time.
When i lost my Granpa, im so moved. But i now remember my mom's words that she said on that day.
You have just lost your Granpa. But i have lost the only parent left to me. I no more have my parents around.
The ironic truth in her words did not strike to me in those moments of grief and sorrow. But now as i think about love, loss and pain we feel when
we loose someone so close and all..i now remember the pain in my mum's voice that day. She has no one left. And i better notice this fact.
I better realise that she is not just my mother anymore. She is one lovely woman who lost her parents too. And i better realise that she needs more love and\
deserves more respect and need more peace than ever.
And this post, being written on the Indian Teachers Day, i also wish my First Teacher and a Teacher in her real life a very happy teachers day.
Dear mamma, i love you so much that no words are enough to express my love for you. But i now realise that i need to express my love sometimes
so that you never feel like 'Oh, my kids never love me!' . You may be more strict and serious when compared to dad, but as they say, that balanced our
life when dad spoiled us with is pamper. Thanks for being my first friend in Teenage when i needed you the most. All my life i remember telling everyone that
dad's my favourite parent. But in my heart i know this, you treated me as a kid when i was a kid, as a friend when i was a teen and as an shoulder
to hold on when i turned out into an adult. You have been there for me during all my tough times. And i know how valuable that is.

Love you mamma & Granpa (Who happens to be a teacher too)
Happy Teachers Day Dear Teacher.

Inspirations for Life

A lot of things inspire me. More than people, their thoughts, words & deeds inspire me a lot.

One such person is AJ.  I would start this post by thanking him first. Thank you AJ for being a part of my life. Thank you dear God, for providing me the chance to meet such an individual. I am not sure if i would ever get to meet him in my life. But still, the confidence he filled in me is enough for a life time. When i first met him, i never thought that he would be one such person who is capable to leave his impact on me. But with the strong persona he has, he left a great impact. He filled me with a confidence i never had. A silent person whose thoughts and works talked for him. But his madness and wildness are loud. Such persons are always adorable. I knew a few of this kind in my life. And some of these people are even from my school days. A feeling like 'missing them', is not the case with everyone. I feel inspired and motivated with the very thought of them. And some of them inspire me, make me feel like missing them, make me feel like wanting their presence in my life again. These are the people with whom i face the trouble. I cannot bring them back to my life neither can i easily move onn without them. That want or will about bringing them back is not that strong and not even that weak. I Wish, 'if moving onn is so easy for me'. But mind you, i feel that one need not love someone and face a breakup to experience all this. Its adoration. Its respect. It is the warmth in their behaviour that made me feel their affection and love on a very positive note. I deeply respect them for making me feel their presence in my life. And i am happy that i have such people in my life. I never thought in this way that it is because of having all such wondeful people in my life, my life is so beautiful. It is not about luxuries and money. It is about people. It is all about me making friends and living my life to the fullest. Me being happy is the only thing that matters. May be, material things may affect my happiness for short periods of time. But ultimately it is these things that help me learn about what the real me needs & loves.

Life is always filled with wonderful surprises. Atleast for me it is the case. And to tell you, life has never failed to give me anything less than my expectations. I wish a lot. And i wish for nice and wonderful things to happen. May be i turn out selfish sometimes and may be i tune into a more demanding mode sometimes, but still i say, life gave me nothing less. And so, i now wish for the presence of more wonderful and loving people in my life. I never wished for something like this. Something so simple and lovely. I am really happy that i realised what is more important to me. What makes me more happy and what makes my life more meaningful and wonderful.

I donno where i start things and where they end. I started with AJ and ended with my feelings towards life. Even though i may not be clear in penning it up, i am a bit clear at heart now. I am sure that i will be improving my writing skills too.

Finally, thank you Dear God. For letting me know what a part of me wants. :)

Gopaala..

Being a student of the Aurobindo Schools, i inherited the love towards krishna. And i believe in the concept of unconditional love. And this is one such lovely song for the Lord. I donno who the true owners are but for sure they must be very passionate and lovable enough to create something like this. Will surely find one nice translation for this and post it. But for now i cannot stop myself from posting it.

doobuchulaatelara gopaala naa manasanta neevenuraa

doobuchulaatelara gopaala naa manasanta neevenuraa
aa yeti gattunenadiga
chiru gaali naapi ne nadiga
aa yeti gattunenadiga
chiru gaali naapi ne nadiga
aakaasaanadiga badule ledu
aakaasaanadiga badule ledu
chivariki ninne choosa
hrudayapu gudilo choosa
chivariki ninne choosa
hrudayapu gudilo choosa

naa madi neekoka aatadu bommaya
naa madi neekoka aatadu bommaya
naakika aasalu verevi levayya
yeda lolo daagadayya
nee adharaalu andincha raa gopaala aa
nee adharaalu andincha raa gopaala
nee kougillo karigincha raa
nee tanuve ika naa velluvaa
paalakadali naadi naa gaanam
nee vanne maaraledemi
paalakadali naadi naa gaanam
nee vanne maaraledemi
naa yedalo cheri vanne marchuko
oopuri neevai ne saaga
pedavula merupu nuvu kaaga cheraga raa

gaganame varshinccha giri netti kaacchavu
gaganame varshinccha giri netti kaacchavu
nayanaalu varshincha nanetta brochevu
povunakane nee matama
nenokka strii ne kadaa gopala
adi tilakincha kannulle levaa
nee kalale ne kaadaa
anukshanamu ulike naa manasu
are mooga kaadu naa vayasu
naa oopirilona oopiri neevai
praanam ponikunda yeppudu neeve anda kaapaada raa

Thoughts about the title

It is funny that i choose such a name for my blog post. I just wanna write here about the path i followed to make this post.
Firstly, there is a fellow blogger who is pretty new to blogging but is really good at it if he continues it. His first post was so inspiring and i should say wonderful. And so i commented in his blog saying that he should continue writing as he proved out to be very good at it. But guess what, for a long time there was no reply. I have even made it a habit of checking his blog for his posts. But he did not post anything else for months. So i subscribed for a newsletter of his blog and stopped checking his blog. And then that being my secondary mail ID which i do not check very often, i almost forgot about it. So one day i opened it to check my mails again. Guess what, there are some 5 mails from the blog. 2 for new posts, 1 for a comment and 2 are his responses to my comments. And those responses were awesome. He said my comment made him smile and also said that my comments helped him in some or the other way from not stopping blogging. And he thanked me. I felt, WOW. Today, i felt like reading the mail again and thought ‘if i could help him, can’t i help myself ?’ Why am i starving for motivation. Don’t i have enough reasons to feel motivated ? So thought about writing something. And this something, i have no idea what it should be. So i just opened my blog. When i read the title of my blog, i could not remember why i thought to use such name for my blog. Then i googled my blog name just out of curiosity for some likeminded people. And it returned me some of the most interesting blogs ive ever read. After going through all those blogs for a while, i felt the need that even my blog needs some attention of mine. Some thoughts of mine to be spread out. Afterall, it is the only thing in the world that i love to do unconditionally. Then i found an answer to my question that, it is because i knew about the wonderful journey of these thoughts inside my little brain, i named my blog a Journey Of My Thoughts.
So i do love to let the words in my brain flow through my heart. And hope to continue this wonderful journey as long as i can.
A big thank you to that blogger because of whom all this started. And you know, you made me smile today .

Birthday Week

"This week", I will be remembering how this week has been to me for years from now. And i am very sure about it.
This is a week with my birthday, AJ's last day in office, my mental & professional transition.
My birthday and me being with my family is the only nice one among these.
May be, my transitions may prove out to be useful to me in future. But still, at the moment they caused me lots of pain. And even the birthday thing also didn't go off well as expected as i fell sick.

First, it is AJ's last day. Some GB's of my brain's memory and some 3 to 4 pages of my diary are already filled up with this topic. So i choose to speak very little of this one, though it has affected me a lot.
AJ is my colleague of 1 year 3 months. That day when he joined, i never imagined that this cute harrypotter's resemblance from my offc would make tears roll out of my eyes on his last day at offc.
Even on the day we went to SouthAfrica together, i never had such ideas.
15 days together in Joberg, helped me think that he is a nice guy with responsibilities and respect.
30 days together in Joberg, made me think that he is one of the rude guys ive ever met but still a good one.
60 days together in Joberg, made me think that he can be so cold at times yet friendly & warm.
I felt a connection with him. He is just like someone i know. He is exact the same as my baby sister.
After coming back, we were never that close. Infact, i had several issues with him. Mostly attitude issues.
But the last 5 months were different. He became our lead. Yeah, he was that efficient. Though we had a cold war between us, we never fought in the open. But still, i am surprised that i didn't even feel a bit of jealousy in me when he was made the lead. Instead im happy that his effort was recognised. Then, he started helping me. May be he thought of it as his responsibility as a lead. But im surprised that he stayed late when i had a delivery on my neck. He bugged consultants offshore to help me clarify my doubts that are beyond his knowledge. He injected his knowledge into my brain. Though slowly, i gained a lot. All the time i knew that i stopped working on my own and started depending on his brain for the most silly things. But still, i felt that working with him was a great learning experience and it was. In the process, i donno when i became his friend. Though we fought over some issues, I considered him a friend the very day when he cared about us in Joberg.
And now, if i cannot hate a person who's my enemy..how can i like the life when i lose a valuable friend.
I hear many people saying that, love care respect gratitude are some feelings that needs to be shown. But i donn believe in it. Sometimes you just know that they care, they need not show it all the time explicilty.
This is one such guy. For the friendship & care, out of deep respect and gratitude, i miss him.
I donn talk to him all day. But his presence fills a confidence in me.
That day a July 13th when it was his last day, tears rolled out of my eyes. Ive been controlling myself all the day. That day i know, you need not be the best of friends or be crazily in love to miss someone or to feel tears on your cheek. You just need to respect them from your heart.
I still remember the day when he said our boss before we were leaving to SA, that he had 3 sisters and he knew how to take care of us. Whether he knew it or not, he clearly stood by his words.
Thank You for everything AJ.

And then, with AJ leaving the place i am the only one left who can nearly reach him. This may help me in my career as i get to move onn and scale up without depending on someone. I am just motivating myself, balancing my breath, holding my nerves and gearing up for my future projects. I have many things to do on my mind. And i donno where all these transitions and realisations lead to me. But i welcome all those.

My Recipe for Pudina Rice

As i have said in my earlier post, i have typed in my mamma's recipe here.
For my remembrance and future uses, i am posting these details: Recipe of Pudina Rice that serves 4

Mint Leaves(Pudina) : 2 small bunches(you can add another half bunch if you like the flavour).
Tomatoes : 2 Big & Ripe
Green Chillies : 6 Big (Half pasted and Half into jullians)
Ginger Garlic Paste : 2 Spoon Fulls (Home made preferred)
Bay Leaf : 1 (Small)
Nut Meg : 1 (Small : Powdered)
Cinnamon : 2 (1 Powdered & 1 as it is)
Cloves : 6 ( can add or decrease depending on choice)
Cashew Nuts : 6 (No special account--paste preferred)
Potato : 1 (Big)
Onion : 1 (Big pieces just like chilli jullions)
Butter or Oil : 4 to 5 Tablespoons (Butter Preferred)
Rice : 3 Cups
Can add more vegetables like carrot,green peas etc
then starts my experiment...
1. Clean the Mint leaves free from sand & mud. Chop of their roots.
2. Cut the tomatoes and make a paste of the mint leaves and tomatoes.
3. Take a pan (of considerable depth) with butter or oil in it. Place it on the stove on medium heat.
4. Start frying Bay leaf, Nut meg Powder, Cinnamons, Cloves, Cashews and Jullians in the pan.
5. Add Ginger Garlic paste and Onions. You'll notice some vapours with nice scents coming from the condiments you added.
6. Then add the chilli paste, Mint & Tomato paste, Chopped potatoes to the contents in the pan.
7. Just fry them for 2 to 3 min. And you can remove the pan from the stove.
8. Now add wash your rice and place it in the cooker (Pressure or Electric). Add water in 1:1.5 ratio to it.
i.e..for every 1 cup of rice you need to add 1.5 cups of water. Here as we take 3 cups of rice, the water is 4.5 cups.
9. Do not forget to add salt to this water. The water must be a bit more salty as the vapour & vegetables take in all the salt.
10. Add the mixture prepared earlier to the rice. If it is Electric cooker leave it till it is done and if it is a pressure cooker then place it on a high flame. Wait for 3 whistles. Then change it to a low flame.
Turn off the flame after 5 minutes. Leave it aside for 15 minutes.
Now...my mamma's pudina rice is ready to be served.
When i tried it, it turned out to be YUMMY and a really nice dish. Try it. You'll definitely suceed as this is a very easy dish. A combination with Chicken or Mutton Stew(Indian) would be awesome. But i leave that to your taste buds. Enjoy cooking. :)

my experiments with cooking

Does this sound like Gandhi's My experiments with truth..it may or may not be something like that.
This is just a collection of some funny moments related to my cooking.
This weekend, i did 101 or so things by saturday noon.. and still i feel like time has stopped moving.
And just like an angel..called my buddy Rani. Her mom was out for the day to some relative's place. So she invited me over for a girls day out. And she knows that i would never say no to such offers.
There and then started my experiments with cooking that ended only on sunday(10PM) when Aunty is back home.
I started with some nice coffee. To tell you, Coffee is my favourite beverage. I can even say, i am addicted to coffee. Afterall i am born and brought up in a South Indian household where the day starts with aromas of the bestest filter coffee made by mamma..+ News paper(I donno which one adds value to the other, but this is the worlds best combination for an early morning breakfast).
And then, i started thinking on what to do for lunch..i finally choose potatoes, the easiest choice. But this time, it is not some stir fry. It is something with boiled potatoes. I always wanted to do this. So i tried this time. I won't say it is a huge success, bcoz the potatoes got over boiled..as i am into TV while i placed them on stove. But it wasn't a failure bcoz Rani said that she would consider me as an ametuer hereon.(which is no less for me coz she never even considered thinking of me and cooking together).
And then we went to market, not to buy anything seriously but just to roam around as we were getting bored sitting in the house.
Then i got the idea to make some pudina rice..which my mom had made when i am home the last time.
It tasted so delicious to me, that i am determined to try cooking it.
Then and there i called up my mom, to ask her the list of ingredients needed. Here i realised(also from my previous experiences)how important and difficult it is(shopping vegetables and right ingredients for a recipe).
For my remembrance and future uses i am posting the recipe on my blog. I suggest you to try it bcoz it was such an easy recipe that even i did it.
And i succeeded in my first attempt as my Pudina Rice turned out to be yummy and mouth watering.
Frankly, i never expected it to come out so good. Then there comes my friend's mom..I made Raitha with her help and it turned out to be an awesome dinner altogether. Finally the empty vessel made my day.
And i am happily surprised that my adventure went so well.
This experience gave me enough confidence to continue experimenting in the kitchen..and prove out to be lucky for my husband(:P).

Game Zone!!!

I have no clue..if anyone's seeing me or not..but still..i have something for you(i should say ME!) at the end of the page.
Yeah a game of Checkers..it is so fun to play..Mostly while at work when you have no work to do..Juzz Like Me Now.. :P
I guess one can select any of the games available in the list...Try it..Have Fun :)

The M word!!!!

Babul pyare sajana sakhare
Suno meri maiyya
Bhoja nahin main kisi ki sar ka
Na majdhaar mein naiyya
Patwar banungi
Leharon se ladungi
Arrey mujhe kya bechega rupaiya
Ho.. arrey mujhe kya bechega rupaiya ho ho ho

Kal baba ki ungli ko thame chali thi
Kal baba ki laati bhi ban jaaungi
Amma tere gharonde ki chidiyan hoon main
Daana lekar hi wapas ghar aaungi
Jiski fitrat mein hain rat samaayi nahi
Jisko daulat se zyada main bhai nahi
Aise sajan ke mujhko zaroorat nahin
Na kehene ka sunlo muhurat yahin

Akeli chalungi
Kismat se milungi
Arrey mujhe kya bechega rupaiya
Ho.. arrey mujhe kya bechega rupaiya ho ho ho

Dil se dil ke taar toh jude nahin
Do rasmon pe daulat ye kahe bahe
Hum tho pyar ki khwahish mein rishte bune
Tho rishton mein laalaj hum kahe sahe
Kya shaadi ke aage zindagi nahi
Jo shaadi hisabo ki keval hai wahi
Aise shaadi ki mujhko zaroorat nahin
Na kehene ka sunlo muhurat yahin

Subaha si khilungi
Ratiya si bharungi
Arrey mujhe kya bechega rupaiya
Ho.. arrey mujhe kya bechega rupaiya ho ho ho


Rupaiya Lyrics Details
TV Show: Aamir Khan’s Satyamev Jayate Episode 2 (2012)
Song Title: Rupaiya (Satyamev Jayate)
Singer(s): Sona Mohapatra
Lyrics: Swanand Kirkire
Music Director: Ram Sampath
Music label: T-Series


Hi guyzz...wanna talk a lot about the M word..but confused on what to start with and how to start..
So wanted to make it through a series of posts..I guess this is the first one. Keep watching.
Bye. Love you all.

Mother's Day

Another Monday, but luckily i have nothing much to do today..so i was going through the LosAngeles Times, where i found this Article on Mothers Day.It reminded me of my conversation with my mamma yesterday. I chatted with her for some good amount of time, but still i did not feel the need to wish her. She even asked me, is there something special..obviously she knew that it was Mothers Day.It is not the case that she is not worth it or something like that. She is very much worthy and i should say many times more worthy than that.But why did not i wish her?? At that moment i just felt like wishing your mother on a particular day is not necessary. Being grateful to her,respecting her and living upto her expectations throughout your life is the most important thing.Now after the day is over and me ignoring it completely, i think..i shoukd have wished her..the Thank You she would say with a big smile is always wonderful.Why did i miss that? By being struck in all my idiotic ideology. But still mamma, i hope you understand how stupid your daughter is. And of all you know that i love you. Though i never express it in sissy's way, i had my own style. So here i am, feeling very sorry for not expressing my love yesterday..but promising that i will never repeat my mistake again.





Mamma..thanks for taking the pain of letting me into this world..for teaching me everything i knew today..for making me what i am..for letting me be me..for inspiring me all the time...for caring about me...for loving me..for being my pillar all the time...for being my first friend...and finally for giving me such a wonderful family and life.Thank You Mamma & Happy Mothers day for being the wonderful mother you are.

Me..Myself & Nothing else

You..of all the things in the world is the most precious thing in the world ..


or atleast you are supposed to be..

even if you are not..i insist you to be...

and so dear...Never let your guard down...not even in your thoughts...not even in your dreams..

you are supposed to be strong for yourself because no one else would be

i just wish i had a strong shell around my brain that could keep away all the stupid thoughts i get all the time..

i may not complain when they are..happy and funny

but when i go through a painfull thing or experience or feeling, i start thinking of it and the pain or the weight of the thought stays with me for a quite longer period...

though my thought has moved on to something else....and i feel this pretty awful.
who would like to hurt their brain and heart with the remembrabce of a thing that is not so good.
 
Not all things are so simple as they seem to be..life is complex...the neurons in my brain are complex..so are my thoughts...i wish they are not that complicated...if so..i could afford having simpler things to deal with!!
 
I guess any one reading this would be thinking what rubbish is this girl talking about...
If so, Welcome..this is bhanu and here its all about her confused soul.

my memories

on the first day ..while we were on our way to Rajiv Gandhi international airport(Hyd airport)…i just thought that i would be happy if this trip gets cancelled in anyway.
but i never expected that i would think in this way…that i would miss South Africa…and i would start writing my memories of South Africa

i am really not excited while going to South Africa..
i hoped for the cancellation of the trip…there are many reasons for this hope..
firstly..i am not ready for an international trip so early…and secondly…my grandpa is so sick that 2 months is a highly impossible time left for him..he means a lot to me..
now..i know..though i am wrong with the first one..i am right with the second one..my grandpa  died on the very first day of my travel and my family did not inform me..they thought i cannot handle the pain….this trip costs me a lot…i lost the last sight of my only grandfather..who loved me more than his own kids…i miss you grandpa…
I loved the very first sight of South Africa….the airport and its huge parking lots….with ice cold air…so chilled weather..i am almost freezing..
and then..on our way to the guesthouse..the first hording we passed through is the “Tata Consultancy Services”…wondering about the Indian companies conquering the world!
Guesthouse is really nice…a small one for a group of 6 but still…peaceful..Went for the week’s shopping to the nearest mall(Norwood Mall)..especially Pick N Pay for groceries.
Things are really expensive here..first experience of the day…
Sad to say this…but people started fighting on silly issues…i tried not to mention this ..but it held my peace for almost a week..and so it counts.
But i learnt a few things in practical from all the issues over the week……thoughts  of no two persons can be similar..but still when you need to live with them for a certain period of time  and if you have no choice to avoid it..then, you need to follow any one among these ways..1.either to love the people around you. 2.or to ignore the people around you.
then only you can live in peace..As humans, we cannot do either of these things completely…and that is the point where problems arise….and there lies the point of true achievement in human life…self control and self satisfaction..
In life..we get to know many things..either in the form of theoretical or practical knowledge…but we do not put things into practice until your whole soul develops a want or need to follow it..Such was my situation then..i never tried to learn from others experiences…may be they did not hit me that hard….to implement immediately.
And then..life went on..we met new people at work..tried to learn new things from them…but enjoyed everything i did..that was more important to me.
All of a sudden..there came this weekend..with my birthday embedded in it..This changed the whole meaning of my trip…made my trip valuable..challenging and a bit worthy.
These things may look silly and simple to others..but are really special and valuable to me..
“The Go Carting Friday”

.....to be continued

A Most Wanted Man

Hii..its been a very hard week for me..with the kind of work i do..im totally exhausted.
But its good that i have resumed my habit of reading...as i am a bit too much into watching movies...it is like addiction..
My last book is A Most Wanted Man by John La carre.
It was very nice for me reading a full book after a long time..and i loved that and enjoyed the feeling to the fullest. But the not so best part of it is that as i feel that books do express their feelings to us, this book did not show me nice feelings as i moved on towards its end.That was really painful.
I guess , by now ive started to confuse you too.. please let me explain.
Firstly.. when i say books do have feelings and they do express them. I mean it.
This is because whenever i start reading a book, i just like to complete it. Nothing else. No more feelings.
But as i go through the book..it starts talking to me. Its characters start talking. Their feelings affect me. In total, the book's feelings affect me.
And this book, said me..'Ok. i know its enough for you ,so leave me.' I had this strange but sure feeling that it is telling me not to proceed towards the end. This was when i am somewhere near 240 or so. It was a 340 page book and respecting its feelings(:p) i left it for a couple of days and again it is sunday..and i could not resist myself , so i started to read it again..Guess what!! It is a trajedy. And i always hated them.
Bad Endings..Unhappy Endings...for me.i feel these are disturbingly powerful. i hate them for the impact they leave on me. I totally move into a sad mood. And i start thinking a lot about things like, why did it end that way, what if things happened the other way, what if they(the characters) behaved other wise..and all the hell.

After finishing the book, i am almost struck with all these thoughts for a while..mostly for a day i think...
and then i started thinking in a different way..how difficult it must be for the author to captivate all those feelings, & pain and present them so beautifully to us.I guess if he is a man of heart, he must have suffered a lot to feel and write that pain. The way he executed the emotions of people, the way people respond under different situations , the kind of respect, love and gratitude we feel for people unknowingly. the way we get attached to people. the way our heart makes its own way into competition , into life among hard core brains..
thats it.. I just say wonderful execution of plot with a German scent.

Something like Intro

I am new to all kinds of writing till date. Everything i have written is either for exams or for my personal diary. But being the good and vivid reader that i am, i thought i can try this one(blogging) too.
I always liked being the silent girl, the invisible one. But now that i am starting to write this blog, i know that sometime or later people are going to see my posts or writings. And so this is my attempt to introduce myself properly. Somewhere within, i still wish to be that anonymous person and i may not go public about this blog anytime sooner. I think you have already started noticing the conflicts that hovers over my thoughts. That is exactly what i am. "A Confused Soul". And this place is where i choose to let my confused thoughts flow. In fact, this is going to be a place filled with all kinds of ramblings that i offer and a place where i can afford to let out things that i may not be able to reveal directly.

And when it comes to the real intro, i am a simple South Indian girl who loves reading a lot. Its not just books that i am interested, I read everything starting from blogs, articles, newspapers, comics and what not. Also, i love watching movies and some nice TV shows. These are the only things i do whenever i am free and i never ever get bored doing these. I am a computer science graduate and luckily landed up in a job right after college. Its been one year since then and i hated my job infinite times in this one year but i respect the job for the economic independence it gave me and the confidence it gave me is worthless. I am now working in IT and i never dreamed of me being able to settle in a job like this. It just happened.
And when it comes to my family, it is nothing but any regular Indian middle class household with working parents and two calm kids.

That's it for introduction i suppose. Bye. Have a nice Monday.