Mini's Scripts

Courtesy : http://atastychallenge.blogspot.co.uk/2011/03/pacha-pattani-dried-green-peas-curry.html Ingredients                                          Serves 3 Dried Green Peas………………3/4 cup (wash and soak in Water for 4 hours) Oil…………………………………..1 Tablespoon Mustard Seeds…………………1/2 Teaspoon Onion thinly sliced…………...1/2 cup Split Indian Green Chilly…..4 Ginger Garlic Paste…………..3/4 Teaspoon Curry Leaves…………………..1 Sprig Red Chilly Powder………......1/4 Teaspoon Coriander Powder…………....3/4 Teaspoon Turmeric Powder…………..…1/4 Teaspoon Garam Masala Powder ……..1/2 Teaspoon Tomato………………………..….1/2 big sliced Thin Coconut milk………..….1 Cup Thick Coconut Milk……….....1/2 Cup Vinegar…………………………...1/2 Teaspoon Salt as needed Method of Preparation...

The typical question that comes across every human being during their life time is – Who am I? It also does sound more like the dreadful question as always asked to start a conversation – tell me something about you? Coming to I – Even before I could understand that – God first, World next and I last – I had glued this into my neurons - I first, World next, God last. My identity as gratefully handed over by this social world is firstborn of my wonderful parents, eldest of siblings, related to many a relatives, student, best friend of a few, friends of some, acquaintances, employee, national, transferred national – Errrrrrrrrr! Wait! I am an Indian! I can’t be a British yet in my mannerisms, although by now I have blended into the non-fashionable, nearly obese, always working, Sunday grocery shopping, and weather conversing general populace. As an Indian to the core – I am more of a foreign calling/skyping weekender, pound – rupee-rate-converting deal hunter. Just today as I was havi...

Feeble attempt to yet write another MINI-PIECE - I have to remind myself that my type of writers usually have all the time, but nothing on mind worth scribbling down to long sentences. Not wanting to write long sentences reminds me that I used to have a Twitter account, but could not keep up with those tiny one-liners as I preferred back then and continue to, use full words in my written conversations; unlike these - u, der, dnt, ystrdy ...etc. You know what I mean! Talking about mean, I am in a constant state of wonder whether is it me or everyone else finding the job adverts, applying, getting called for the interview, and then coming full-circle with the mother of all interviews. Happening right where it is supposed to be your next office, interviewer who is going to be your next colleague, discussing your next seating arrangement and things etc. in such a warm manner that you bask in the glory and sweetness of that formal discussion until you don't hear a word and then ...

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!

I have now taken an indefinite break till December ‘10 from my employment. I had snuggled in my own world, where I knew the limits and rules of the role and therefore had no demands as such. Arriving late and leaving early or later or even sometimes on-time did not matter much as long as the work was complete. :) For the initial 2-3 days, I cleared the junk at my bunk, ate as much I could to sustain energy for morphing into a shop-zilla and following the process of demand-fulfilment as raised by one and all at home… Oh my visa card… It’s a humble request to you from a seasonally chronic shopaholic – “Please hide yourself somewhere…where I can’t locate you easily…” Taa Mini

A nomad, as they say has no roots. One can only trace their origin is by their specific behavioural pattern and facial characteristics. I am a firm believer that as life must go on, so must we. Of course, evolving with time… You see, even a thin stream finds its own way and makes its journey to the ocean. To retain balance, the rule of life is that let there be nothing that be permanent. The universe, the mankind, the nature…everything is temporary…there is a duration of particular event at a particular point of life, which if not utilised optimally becomes a regret. Wow! now I'm even writing like an engineer...O God! Pls save me from these human calculators... Well, here is the simple mantra as told by Chetan Bhagat at Symbi, Pune:  Don’t just have career or academic goals. Set goals to give yourself a balanced, successful life. I use the word balanced before successful. Balanced means ensuring your health, relationships, mental peace are all in good order. There is no point o...