Happy Anniversary.

Everything about my wedding is a blur. As I sat through a constant series of religious rituals on a low stool, it wasn’t only my butt that lost all sense of feeling. If you ask me, “Don’t you remember me from your wedding?” there is a ninety nine percent chance that I actually do not, no matter how enthusiastically I “recollect” meeting you.

I do have one crystal clear memory of the wedding - the Saath Pheeras.
I remember every step I took.
I remember every single cell in my body begging me to flee every step I took.

I wish I had…

You make me wish I had…

Again and again and again and…

My Bucket List [Updated]

  • Attend atleast one Major Sporting event
  • Throw a huge party and invite every one of your friends
  • Pet a dolphin
  • Sky Dive
  • Have a portrait painted Times Square, NYC
  • Learn to speak a foreign language
  • Watch the launch of a space shuttle
  • Be in a movie
  • Backpacking
  • Give someone you love a dozen roses Valentines' Day (Feb 14, 2012)
  • Be an audience in a TV show
  • Send a message in a bottle
  • Ride a camel into the desert
  • Plant a tree
  • Write a fan letter to your all-time favorite hero or heroine
  • Learn to ballroom dance properly.
  • Fall deeply in love -- helplessly and unconditionally
  • Write a novel
  • Write a blog
  • Ride a toy train Magic Kingdom, Florida
  • Stay out all night dancing and go to work the next day having gone home just once ;)
  • Shower in a waterfall
  • Ask for a raise / promotion
  • Learn to play a musical instrument with some degree of skill
  • Teach someone illiterate to read
  • Volunteer for a charity event
  • Spend a night in a haunted house
  • See a lunar eclipse
  • Complete a blog challenge A to Z Challenge 2015
  • Write your will
  • Sleep under the stars
  • Learn to juggle with three balls
  • Donate money and put your name on something: a college scholarship, a bench in the park.
  • Buy your own house and then spend time making it into exactly what you want
  • Grow a garden
  • Give a speech in public
  • Play golf
  • Run a marathon
  • Learn Calligraphy
  • Bake
  • Throw a surprise party V's epic birthday party (June 14, 2012)
  • Eat icecream at midnight
  • Get a tatoo Stars & Swirls (Sept 1, 2011)
  • Go Hot air balooning
  • See flamingoes
  • Cheese cakes
  • Fly a kite

"Z" is for Zucchini Bread

Some people celebrate with champagne, some people over wine. I decided to celebrate successfully completing the A to Z challenge over a loaf of zucchini bread!

Step 1. Preheat oven to 325 degrees F. Grease and flour two 8 x 4 inch pans.

Step 2. In a bowl sift together
  • 3 cups all-purpose flour
  • 1 teaspoon salt
  • 1 teaspoon baking soda
  • 1 teaspoon baking powder
  • 3 teaspoons ground cinnamon
Step 3. In a large bowl beat together (creamed mixture)
  • 3 eggs
  • 1 cup vegetable oil
  • 2 1/4 cups white sugar
  • 3 teaspoons vanilla extract
Step 4. Add sifted ingredients to the creamed mixture, and beat well. 

Step 5. Stir in 2 cups of grated zucchini and 1 cup of chopped nuts until well combined. Pour batter into prepared pans.

Step 6. Bake for 40 to 60 minutes, or until tester inserted in the center comes out clean. Cool in pan on rack for 20 minutes. Remove bread from pan, and completely cool.

My sister found this recipe on the internet and I decided to steal it off her recipe book. It turned out to be pretty amazing, even if I say so myself.

Sorry, we ate it up before I thought about taking pictures!

"Y" if for Yeats, William Butler

It's been one tiring day and my thoughts aren't making much sense today. So, I will leave you with my favorite quote by WB Yeats.
"Come fairies, take me of this dull world for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance up the mountains"
Sweet dreams.

"X" is for Xacuti.

"Xacuti or Xacutti is a curry prepared in Goa, India, with complex spicing including white poppy seeds, grated coconut and dried red chillies. It is usually prepared with chicken or lamb." This is what wikipedia has to say about Goa's famous curry.

Couple of years back, a bunch of us visited Goa. It was probably the third day of the trip and nothing seemed to be going right. The hotel had double booked us, the cab was late by a couple of hours, the guide was AWOL, the traffic was bad even the weather turned against us. Tempers were already running high when we finally stopped for lunch late in the afternoon. It was closing time for the kitchen and the only thing we could get was xacuti. I decided to go for it and my friends probably too indifferent by then did not argue. 

We sat in uncomfortable silence as we waited for the food for fifteen minutes, when the wait staff placed before us plates full of steaming hot rice and delicious smelling dishes of xacuti... fish, chicken, lamb, egg I had ordered it all!... The uneasy silence was replaced by the gentle clinking of the cutlery, everyone seemed to be lost in the plateful of flavor in front of them, completely oblivious of the world around. It was only after the first plate was wiped clean that a trickle of conversation started and before we knew it we were once again enjoying ourselves, the mishaps of the day long forgotten, over delicious plates of spicy xacuti!

"W" is for Writer's Block.

For someone trapped in an endless cycle of eat, sleep, repeat punctuated by an occasional visit from an aunt or two, this alphabet challenge has been challenging indeed. It does not help that I had used up all my drafts ten posts ago. Or that I have writer’s block.

I wonder what inane jumble of words I will come up with for tomorrow. X seems daunting.

“V” is for Vanilla ice cream.

When I was little, ice creams were exotic. Ice cream parlors were an alien concept and not one confectionery carried them frozen goodness. So come summers my sister & I would pester mom for some good old fashioned vanilla ice creams.  On days that she made those treats, we would be on our best behaviors, homework dealt with without complaints and vegetables cleaned off the plates, and when it was time for desserts we savored every mouthful!

I am older now, much older, but life rarely gets better than a huge scoop of vanilla ice cream in the summer. 

“U” is for Uniforms.

I enjoyed getting ready for office in the morning. Neatly pressed trousers/skirts, shirts/tops that fitted just right, matching accessories and a pair of stilettos if I was feeling adventurous! Somewhere down the line my delightful morning routine started feeling like a chore. The first to go were the accessories...they were just extras anyway, then I ditched the stilettos and soon dressing for office was just putting together a set of clean pressed outfit and nothing more. The increasing responsibilities of work had consumed my life.

Now, when I stand in front of my ever expanding closet wondering what to wear, I miss my school uniforms with its unflattering hemline and clip on ties. I even miss the red ribbons and the mandatory ponytails. But what I really miss is the simpler times that came with it.

“T” is for Too Small.

Last week when I revisited my old classroom, I realized the chairs had grown smaller, all the while knowing that chairs do not shrink, I have just grown bigger. Is it just me or nostalgia of revisiting an old place is always tinged with the feeling that the world is shrinking around you?

Like my grandparent’s backyard that I spent hours exploring when I was little, is but a handful of trees and a few tired shrubs. Even the trees aren’t as tall as I remembered.

Everything from my childhood seems to have shrunk, along with my favorite princess dress. Everything is a size too small.

"S" is for Snippets from my day.

#1. It rained today. After a week of sultry hot days, the long awaited monsoons are finally here. I watched as two little boys sailed paper boats in a great big puddle.

#2. Turns out, they not only bring you the wrong order after you have been waiting for an hour for a couple of sandwiches, but they change your bill to include the charges for the wrong orders even after you have sent the items back to the kitchen untouched. Not cool.

#3. And I still haven’t found my next book. I guess I will read some of my sister’s comic books for now till I come across something that I can’t help but read.