Grabber pe Pakoray (Fritters on Grabber)

“A.C.nahi chal raha kia!” I asked as I entered the tandoor (resident’s room :P)

“ayein, ayein Dr sahiba ap b khayein”

“kia” I asked while breaking away extra plaster from my dental model (not the actual ramp wali model ! of course)

“Ye…..cake” somebody managed to clear the clutter around a smudged chocolate mousse cake which tried maintaining its integrity like the Notre Dame but was destroyed to be Chand Nawab nevertheless.

Me: “Plate hai?”

“Plate ki zarorat apko aglay saal nahi pare gi INSHAALLAH”

Me: “Kyun”

“B.C.Qs ayein gay ab part 2 mein” ek adad first year resident responded beaming with joy.

ME: “Toh…?”

“wo articles se ayein gay to ap ki grabber, profit faaltu hungi, plate bannein gi ab barri ho k”

Everybody started laughing quite hysterically……

 I had a quick glance at everyone falling off their chairs and secured the biggest slice of the cake destroyed like a Colosseum, in my plastic ka dabba and delved in the creamy, soft, fluffy sponge of this heavenly delight.

“Acha toh kitaabein nahi parhni waqai mn ? aaap batayein” I asked a zindagi se bezar senior.

“No, you’ll have to read them, of course, why wouldn’t you?”

“haan zahir hai, grabber pe pakoray rakh k khanay se to rahay” I spilt some pearls of wisdom while licking the cream off my sleeve.

Khichhdi in Jannat (Risotto in Heaven)

I was watching MasterChef Aus a couple of years ago when some contestant struggled in making a "Risotto" (sounding like George). I inquisitively asked a friend, "what's that?" 

The reply I got left me ROFL. 

"Ye italyion khichhdi hai"

(This is Italian Khichhdi)

The reason I remembered this "italiyon ki khichhdi" is ....

Yesterday Khi and Hyd were hit by a khoobsurat mausam and duststorm. I was travelling from Hyd to Khi and the highway had this Grand Canyon feel to it. But I was brought back to reality by the powerful lurch in my stomach which reminded me that I have had food poisoning and I'm still recovering from it. So, throwing the idea of pakora ( not the actual one) and halwa puri nashta outta window (the bus's window and my mind's window all at the same time) I tried thinking what can I eat in this weather. 

The answer amused me as it did in the past, "italiyon ki Khichhdi".....

 "Risotto! " I exclaimed (to myself of course! Who talks aloud to a bus full of sleeping beauties!! (and a few beasts) :p

This picture is not showing Risotto ofcourse, it depicts chai which I can still have! :)

Tears And Tantrums

Every passing year unfolds a thing or two which means something was missing in my life and it should be duly added. 


 2019 is, I believe, the yr of change or the metamorphosis. Something which gives me anxiety. What I do not wish it to be is the year of loss of loved ones. It scares me. Well I never knew that the change, scared me so much till end feb. Little did I know my birthday this year will be so eventful. And that I will loathe the whole process. I don't really know how to put it. At one point in time I was this adventurous soul taking decisions at the drop of a hat and by the end of the same day I was scared as a lil kitten. What the incident told me was we are who we are because handful of people influencing us, investing in us and contributing to our well-being. And our value is diminutive when those backstage characters are gone. Only tears remain. 


 We throw tantrums at our pillar of strength knowing that it won't backfire. At times we take this blessing for granted tills the tears roll in. 


 I believed that the "People are seasonal, Miracles are real" is true but it's the other way around when you hit thirtees. Now my biggest fear is the loss of loved ones with whom I've grown as they know you better. They can sense if something is wrong with you. And you need that kind of unconditional support. There's just so much I want to write about but I'm in a writing slump may be. There's so much on my mind right now. 

 Hope I recover.