Mini's Scripts

not to mention the residual odour! Even after a biriyani or any spicy curry has been prepared, relished and expelled from the body, the smell remains. It’s to an extent that I have now started distancing away from the Indian dishes. Anyways, my well of cooking talent, dries often!   I don’t mind eating a well cooked dish, but then being a non-fussy eater, my platter was always based on quantity and not quality. Life in boarding school teaches you this lesson at a very primary stage of childhood. These and many such situations have led me to treat myself to a happy meal if available and not to bother, if there is no food around. I have always been inclined to stay hungry as much as I can and then finally cook something that stops the growling stomach. Coming back to the smelly part, we Indians are so fond of eating, that no matter what happens to the tolerance of the liver and the entire digestive system, until the butter is absent from the chicken curry, and until the ...

This was the first "Valentine Day" after marriage and my then boyfriend and now husband had been sweet but clueless as to what to do this time! He simply continued playing another of his mundanely virtual shooting, killing, jumping thing on that PS3. That little **** box of plastic and metal has ruined my life. Even Facebook has become boring now. So, coming back to the few details of my personal life, the Husband knows my taste and preference so well that during the weekend-(window)-shopping that he said ‘yes’ to every watch, pizza, dress, shoes, flowers and paintings, mobile phones that I was pointing to and I had to say ‘No’ in the end. How I wish, I should have not said that in the end, but just taken it gracefully. Like a greedy child, my ‘I want that ____’ rant still continues on although it’s a rare thing of past now. While he bought a game for himself, I received a beautiful ring, which is my wedding/engagement ring, till the next purchase. The husband’s gift is sti...

Seeing friends/colleagues reach new highlights in their career always made me feel proud that I had once been in close proximity to these “stars”. In fact, It has always been a subject of discussion within (un)common circle of friends and incessant torture within the mind. Knowing that they were successful and you were hardly able to crack and interview, leave alone landing a role! This cruel irony of pride and jealousy was shown in 3 idiots, but I had experienced it much before the movie was even released. It was during once such appraisal, where my friends were promoted to senior roles owing to their previous experiences in the industry, I, however, consoled my bruised egoistic-self with the highest pay rise among the team, being a fresher. My boss did believe in me, as a useful resource. May be! Anyways, cutting to the ‘present continuous’, this is my fourth day as a contractor for one of biggest companies in the United Kingdom. And till today, I’ve time to write my daily itiner...

No header for this one... Lets just assume that silence speaks for itself. As a married and happy woman, which I am now, I continue surprising myself on a daily basis. Just as a dear friend had remarked - improving my learning curve. Have been multi-tasking since December last year, from cooking-to-cleaning-to-laundry-to-housekeeping etc etc and also hunting for a job. With the approval of Mr. Husband, I am now an accomplished housewife. Alas, I should have done a course in hotel management, had I known that I would be coming to the UK, and not some half-fed journalism degree from some reputed college of Indian capital. Even as I write this, the husband is busy with his PS3... of which I have never been an admirer. Those killing games, dead/to be dead soldiers and their harmonious noises; why Sony why!