When in doubt head to Barbeque Nation


Today was a real bad day (details later :P), which made me call one of my friends and we decided to eat out. So, instead of going for a regular cuppa at CCD I got pulled in by my friend at Barbeque Nation and I must confess that I loved it, especially the ambience 🙂

The starters were awesome and finger-licking good 😛 


Barbeque-esqued spread Starters

Main Course and desserts were Okay-Okay.


Loved this cute little matki in which phirni was served

And the thing which cheered me up big time 


Live singing performance on some of my all time favorite songs




After much thought and work…I have gathered all the courage to put a piece of my work online…nothing has been planned…just came up with 1st chapter…hope to finish it *fingers crossed*




“Hello…Ma…” Anamika looks into the rearview mirror, exasperated, raises her brows at the Autorickshaw Wala who’s honking incessantly. “Ma, I am driving…the signal is green, is there anything important?”

“No…I just wanted to remind you that you have to pick up some juice cartons for yourself from the market on your way back to home”. Anamika’s mother said.

“Ma…I’ve already done that. I will be back in 10 minutes. Ok, bye Ma…I have to rush now”.

Anamika thrushed her EasyTone shoes in her suitcase,  zipped it and called her cousin. “Hello, Veronica, have you kept the tickets?”

“Oh God, Anamika, how many times will you bug me for this, I am not a kid anymore. I have kept them”.

“Ok…Ok…I am leaving…Be ready…” Anamika sat in the cab, waved goodbye to her parents and started for Veronica’s place.

Anamika wiped the little droplets of rain on the window of the cab and her gaze fell on a little girl with her school bag waiting on the bus stop with her mother. Anamika smiled and felt delighted to leave for her first voyage all on her own. During the 18 years of her life, she had never travelled without her family. This was her first trip without them and a gift from her cousin Veronica on her 18thbirthday, as a token of welcoming her into the world of adulthood. Little did she know that this trip, a 15 day fitness workshop, will become a memory to cherish forever.


Anamika and Veronica were starving, standing in the queue for registeration since an hour.

Anamika complained of hunger pangs “Yaar, veronica, I will starve to death here only. I don’t understand what kind of fitness workshop you have brought me here for. These people make one stand for hours in the queue without any refreshment. I haven’t had anything since morning. I didn’t come down all the way from Delhi to Pondicherry to stand in this log queue. I can’t take this anymore.”

“Ok…Ok…You stand here only…see our turn is about to come…till then I will go and grab something for you.”

“Ok…but fast…otherwise I am outta here”

Being controlled by her hunger pangs she started fiddling with her pen and looking here and there just to divert her attention.

And the next instance, she saw him, drenched from head to toe in his white Tee. She noticed the moles on the nape of his fair skinned neck which looked totally desirable, an intensely expressive pair of light brown eyes and a birthmark on his adam’s apple.

Wo Safar…


Kuchh lamhon se buna wo safar,

na vaqt ka hosh, na manzil ki khabar…


Khidki pe girti baarish ki boondein,

kho gai mai us pal mein is jag se aankhein moondein…


Wo saanson ki raftar,

aur wo aankhen jaise tez dhaar…


Paon zameen par magar dil udaan bhar gaya,

wo karvaan mujhe jannat dikha kar vida ho liya…


Ab ye pagal mann wahi afsana dohrata hai,

us jannat ko apna basera banana chahta hai…


Chhut chuka wo sheher, wo ghar,

ye baat man ne se ab bhi katrata hai…



P.S.  I was trying hard to write it in hindi but I seem to be hopeless in hindi…will improvise next time 🙂

P.P.S  This poem has multi dimensions and multi aspects to it, not just one, which are known only to me 🙂



This day seems like a dream to me…Last year when I had started this blog (or should I say I was induced to start this blog) I hadn’t thought that I will stick to it for a year. Yes, it’s been a year of blogging here, of writing, of expressing myself. I know my fellow hard-core bloggers must be thinking one year of blogging is no achievement…but for me it is. Previously, I had deleted almost two blogs within a few months with just 2-3 posts. They were hardly exposed to the blogosphere. But this blog saw the lights of not just the blogosphere but cyber world also. I know, of late, I have been very irregular with it…a lot of things are keeping me busy but I will try to return to this space more often in the future  🙂


20 Random things about me


I read this somewhere a few weeks back and it really made me want to do it. I can’t remember which blog. Since I’m a super lazy  person, I’ve just gotten around to doing it.

  1. I love love love old world charm toffees like pan pasand, kismi bar, fatafat, chatpat…the list is long.
  2. I used to play guitar…I still want to…It lies on a stand in a corner of my room…but I don’t know why I am procrastinating it since last 7 months…maybe I lack the motivation to do it or I am preoccupied with other stuff.
  3. I want to live in France someday, even if it’s temporary.
  4. I often dream of falling from the last or second last stair of a staircase, I get scared and it always wakes me up.
  5. I have an extremely sweet tooth. So much so, I sneak around at night when my mom is asleep and steal sweets from the kitchen.
  6. I once crashed my car with another car on a flyover. My car got heated up and I drove that car for almost 45 minutes. It was so much heated that it would have blasted any moment. But I dropped it at the right time. Incidents like this make me strongly believe in that power called “ALMIGHTY”.
  7. My favourite cartoon strip is Calvin and Hobbes.
  8. I get annoyed by bad spellings and incorrect grammar.
  9. I’m not a morning person. Wake me up earlier than I’m used to and I’ll yawn all day.
  10. I’ve never had a fracture or an accident my entire life.
  11. I am geographically challenged. I get lost quite often.
  12. My dad and I disagree on everything under the sun.
  13. I never say no to subway.
  14. I have an unexplained love for kids. I would do anything for them.
  15. I never swear. Never use bad language.
  16. I’ve never been able to watch Friends in its entirety.
  17. Though I cant have too spicy or too heavy food but I love Rajasthani cuisine to the core. Give me “Lehsun ki Chutney” and a roti and I am the happiest person in the world.
  18. I’m in the category of obsessive people. When something interests me, I get obsessed about it.
  19. My favourite place to go when I need to feel better is a Bookstore.
  20. I am still figuring the last thing to write here  😛

Difficult Daughters

I have been trying to avoid any discussion on the topic “Marriage” but I’ve been hearing so much from every corner. Worst of it, All my friends around me are getting married one by one. It seems as if marriage is in the air…as if one’s life is flooded with nothing but the only aim of getting married. I’ve listened to all the advices of grown ups with a smile, some of which were very harsh…and some taunts from friends also.I wanted to  vent out my feelings! Only, I did not know whom to talk to…wanted to avoid voicing my opinion on my blog but I think its the best way to tell the world my state of mind. My blog has become a place where I find solace. Whenever things are getting on to me, I tend to isolate myself and plunge into writing. And while doing that, I feel as if I’m talking to my best friend who understands me and just lets me be what I am!
December 2010, I took a tough call. I left my job as an IT headhunter and started studying French in L’Alliance Francaise de Delhi. From doing B.Com and moving to MBA(HR), then joining a consulting firm to studying French! I’m clearly a living example of Diversity! 😀 Everyone says I don’t have a career focus but that’s not the case. I’m very well clear on what I want to do in life and I’m very well doing it as well. Professionally and Academically, I don’t regret any decision I took. The decisions had been the best one at that time and place. I’m very clear on not taking up any Gurgaon / Noida job. Somehow, while working, I realised that I am not at all enjoying my work and I often missed my language classes (whether english or french). So, I decided to start my french classes simultaneously with my job. Soon, I realised that I am not able to focus on both and how much I craved to go back home, open my french textbook and start doing my homework (that was for the first time, that I looked forward to doing some homework :P). After this enlightenment, I made decision to leave my job and pursue my passion. That was the first foolishness I did according to my family and relatives – leaving a full fledged career and starting all over again. I could never made them understand that this really makes me happy. After much tries, I gave up on that.
Then, came the issue of getting married. Ok, I’m 24 years old..so what? I know I am a very difficult-to-deal-with-stubborn-headed-obstinate-case when it comes to marriage just because I don’t understand that why there is a certain age by which you should get married.People around me are going ga ga over my marriage plans. Everybody’s so called “SAPNE” will only get fulfilled because of my wedding and those dreams are of decking themselves up in heavy sarees and lehengas (Yes, I belong to a punju family :P). I feel that there is no right age to get married. One should get married only when one feels like…only when you want to share your life with someone…when you think that you are mature enough and you know yourself well and can relate to the other person easily and if age is a consideration, then you are merely following the societal norms and doing what everyone else does. I am happily single and unmarried. I have a lot to do in life yet. Neither I am dying to have a life partner soon nor I daydream of my wedding. I personally feel, that marriage is more about the feelings, the vows to spend you WHOLE yes your whole life with someone rather than just heavy jewellery, shimmery clothes and full on makeup!!!!!!!!!!! So, one should be very careful how to go about it and it will happen only at its destined time with the destined person. So, just take a chill pill and breathe 🙂
P.S: I’ve never been vocal about my decisions in life but today I feel light.
P.P.S:  Difficult Daughters is a book by Manju Kapoor…the story of a woman who goes through so many obstacles just to have the love of her life by her side…I don’t relate to this character at all in the book…but I know Mom, A Difficult Daughter I am 🙂 🙂 🙂



Zindagi ke is mod par…

fursat ke do pal chura liye…

Dekha jo pichhe mud kar…

hum muskura diye…

Safar ki in rahon me…

kabhi kahin mila tha ek humsafar…

Jiske sath karvan hua kuchh yun guzar…

tamanna hui ki ban jaye ab ye dagar hi hamara ghar…

Par na jane kismat ko kya manzoor tha…

use kuchh aur aur hume kuchh aur hi kubool tha…

Aaj na jane kyun phir ye dil ghabraya hai…

paya jo khud ko tanha…

to aaj fir wo yaad aya hai…

Par kadam karte apni manmani…

kehte ponch ye aankhon ka pani…

chal chalte hain ek nai dagar…

chal dhunde ek naya shahar…

bhool ja use jo do pal ka sathi tha…

zindagi ki kitab nahi…bas us kitab ki ek kahani tha…

chal ek naya jahan basaenge…

apne nishaan chhod jayen…

aisa kuchh kam kar jayenge…

A year of turnaround


A year of turnaround (or should I say A Roller Coaster Ride year)…!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Last year, around these days…my life began to change…a year of sweet nothings…a year that made me discover a whole new world out there 🙂  Life was a joyride sometimes yet at times it scared me with its uncertainity (it still does :P)

This day, I will leave you with three songs…that became very special to me this year only…the only “forever memories” I think I will have with me:

Song 1:

Song 2:

Song 3:

P.S.  Now me thinks…I should have named this post Songs of 2011  😛

Bibliophilic Tag


I have been blog hunting these days (Sitting at home during winter vacations, curled up in a blanket in this chilly winter, secretly wishing for every outing to be cancelled, for a slacker and an excuse monger like me this seems to be the perfect thing these days).So, when I came across this amazing book tag, I couldn’t resist doing it myself.

Here it goes:

Favourite childhood book?
Fairytales…never got a chance to read any “book” book or got encouragement to do so coz I grew up in a family of heavy-duty-reading-stuff-shirkers 😛

What are you reading right now?                                                                The Photo Book and I for Imagine…Photography books…one was gifted and the other I ordered…

Bad book habit?
Letting my reading take over everything else, even my studies.

Do you have an e-reader?
No and I am really confused, whether to buy one or not…I think I can never stop reading from the physical books themselves…but the sheer charm of owning a kindle makes me drool…

Do you prefer to read one book at a time or several at once?
I can never concentrate on more than one book at a time…Moreover, I have this tendency to quickly finish first things first…

Have your reading habits changed since starting a blog?
Not much because of the blog but due to a friend…

Least favourite book you read this year (so far)?
Custody by Manju Kapoor.

Favourite book you’ve read this year?
Beyond the Border and Amritsar to Lahore…I have sentimental values attached to them…

How often do you read out of your comfort zone?
I have recently started reading out of my comfort zone…earlier I used to hoard only fiction…

What is your reading comfort zone?
As I mentioned, FICTION!!!!!!!!!

Can you read on the bus?
No, but I read in Metro.

Favourite place to read?
My Bed.

What is your policy on book lending?
That I hate lending my books. I have OCD when it comes to my books. I can’t stand to not have them with me. I have lennded them time and again to some friends. Some just don’t know how to pamper a book and give it back to me in a wrinkled condition. Others sell them off to the “scrap guy”. So, these days I am not lending my dearest books to anybody or even if I do in the worst of conditions I have started keeping an inventory to constantly remind me of a-valued-treasure-lying-on-somebody’s-dining-table-traced- with- aloo-bhindi-marks on them.

Do you ever dog-ear books?
Never. I have a hundred million bookmarks for the purpose.

Do you ever write in the margins of your books?
Nope. I like my books to look like they’ve never been touched.

Not even with text books?
I am one of those people whose books look brand new even at the end of the term, and not because I don’t study.

What is your favourite language to read in?
English. I think that’s my first love…Recently started reading French Books for Kids from The French Library at Alliance, Delhi. Loved them…felt like a kid…they are full of illustrations, colors, cartoons and what not!!!!!!!!

What makes you love a book?
Characters, A good plot and the right pace.

What will inspire you to recommend a book?
If the book really impresses me, I will. I don’t have a lot of friends who read, so it’s not something that I do much.

Favourite genre?
Fiction again…

Genre you rarely read (but wish you did?)
A lot of them left unread.

Have you ever read a self-help book?
Used to read Robin Sharma and the likes…but now I clearly stay away from them…

Most inspirational book you’ve read this year (fiction or non-fiction)?
Loads…Paulo Coelho’s work inspires me a lot…apart from that i particularly liked “The Music Room”, “Amritsar to Lahore” and “Beyond the Border” for the sheer reason of the protagonists chasing their dreams in spite of all the hurdles that came their way.

How often do you agree with critics about a book?
I never read reviews of a book before reading it.

How do you feel about giving bad/negative reviews?
If a book is bad, it’s bad.

If you could read in a foreign language, which language would you chose?   Its French, hands down!!!!!!!

Most intimidating book you’re too nervous to begin?
All the Big Fat Thick books lying there on my shelf.

Favourite Poet(s)?
I haven’t read that many, so can’t say.

Favourite fictional character(s)?
Garfield and Calvin & Hobbes.

Name a book that you could/would not finish
Quite a few actually. Mostly when I was in college. I’d start reading a book, but would then get bored with it, and chuck it. One of the lots is “Inscrutable Americans”.

What distracts you easily when you’re reading?
Well, a lot of things.

Favourite film adaptation of a novel?
“Confessions of a Shopaholic”…I feel here the movie has visually appealed to me for all its pretty stuff and the talking manequins. 😛

Most disappointing film adaptation?
P.S. I Love You. The movie seems to be completely different from the book.

The most money I’ve ever spent in the bookstore at one time?
Not much really. I think now I will blow up my Dad’s money on the “Calvin and Hobbes” set at flipkart.com available for Year End sale at an exorbitantly low price. Here: http://www.flipkart.com/books/0740748475?_l=PlTjn3w3KPTaTNH%20T31QKA–&_r=miCMG_Xxsj6xBHWQswVXlw–&ref=bb169857-00a0-4eef-99c4-b36dd5c73ccd

Do you like to keep your books organized?
Yes. I have a bookshelf in my room, and I keep all my books well organized. Inspite of the fact that now they are outgrowing the bookshelf.

Do you prefer to keep books or give them away once you’ve read them?
I love collecting books. I’ve never given away books, except for text books maybe.

A book you didn’t expect to like but did?
Amritsar to Lahore

Favourite guilt-free, pleasure reading?
Shopaholic Series. I completed the series this year. Thoroughly enjoyed it. Love Sophie Kinsella’s work.

Books I love or “the ones I can read again and again and again and…..”
Have just read “Five Point Someone” thrice and now planning to read “Calvin & Hobbes” again. Otherwise, I dont read a book again, so many books but so less time 😛

Books I love to hate:
Books about IITians. Same old love stories.

A mythical home land…


” My own personal curiosity and search for the places where my grandparents once lived may seem irrelevant to a larger discussion of borders and the territorial politics of South Asia, but underlying these digressions is a basic human impulse to reclaim ancestral lands, even if only in a transient manner. Most of us have an instinctual need to physically locate the past, to set foot on the ground where our forefathers once lived. For this reason, our inner compass leads us back to those places which were nce our home, even if that home was abandoned before our birth. ”

These lines are from the book “Amritsar to Lahore” by Stephen Alter – an American’s travel account of a journey to Pakistan, whose grand parents were missionaries in pre-independent and pre-partitioned India. Just completed this book now and couldn’t resist going back and writing these lines. This song also came to mind while reading the book…so uploading it here 🙂

P.S.  My grandparents are refugees from Rawalpindi. Its a dream to visit my ancestral homeland