Cooking for Dummies...

Surpise Surprise...my first foray into the kitchen was not disastrous as I had anticipated it to be...it was quite a hit actually..:-)

...and it turned out to be a good enough incentive for me to get back to the kitchen day after day 2 weeks running...and brave the smoke and the post cleanup sessions..

I have experimented with prawns and chicken with every possible combination of spices...and yayy..I am good at this...!!

This had to be posted for posterity just so I rememeber that I could too..:-)

PS:Please do not invite yourself over...I am over it.. :-)

Jogging Backward on the Treadmill

I had to google this up Vach...coz I was pretty amused when I heard of it yesterday ..

I was hoping to be met with "this is aerodynamically not possible" or something...

So for all those who want strong ankles and a toned "posterior" ...here goes..

http://walking.about.com/od/treadmillworkouts/a/treadmillback.htm

PS:Sash..toned "posterior" ???

Surrogate Mothers: Womb for Rent

I know this is stale stuff,but still an interesting read.I was quite baffled by the figures quoted.I still dont know my stand on this..I guess its a win-win situation for all concerned.

http://www.marieclaire.com/world-reports/news/international/surrogate-mothers-india

To Cochin with DA...

Will I,Will I not..

Watch this space..

We made it..:-)

Mood:Pensive

Ma favourite cartoons....

..I dint wanna post this on some picture album site and fool people...

..I dint want to be the only one laughing my head of...



Which ET movie do you wanna audition for????



When I say "pose for a picture",PLEASE listen to me..



I swear Poo fell asleep after I told her that I was getting this one..!!








DA always miraculously finds props to pose with ...!!!

Where are they all going???

Theres something fresh and exciting about change...Well,as long as you are a part of it...

Everybody around me seem to be spiralling through life,or atleast let life take over them...

I am extremely envious of those who know where they are going...and honestly the rest too,atleast they are going somewhere..

I am just watching the fun/circus/hirakari...and for so long...that its freaking me out right now.

Its so still and calm around my space...its just not funny anymore.

Loath to say ‘resolutions’, but I had a list of gazzilion things-to-do going on too...

grand dreams of studying in some fancy university..

that jet setting job..

travelling the world over..

owning all the most fashionable(read expensive) clothes..

money..money..more money..

Feeling the urge to be married...(sulking)...

and the babies..(howl)..

Now,I guess its time to get a plan in place.

MOOD:Completely lost.

The Stronger

This is a monologue from a play by August Strindberg.

I loved the peice,its interesting how the author has interwoven a myriad of emotions, he has a way with words...its almost poetic.

Do read it at your leisure.

Our acquaintance has been so queer. When I saw you for the first time I was afraid of you, so afraid that I didn't dare let you out of my sight; no matter when or where, I always found myself near you--I didn't dare have you for an enemy so I became your friend.

But there was always discord when you came to our house, Because I saw that my husband couldn't endure you, and the whole thing seemed as awry to me as an ill-fitting gown--and I did all I could to make him friendly toward you, but with no success until you became engaged.

Then came a violent friendship between you, so that it looked all at once as though you both dared show your real feelings only when you were secure--and then--how was it later?

I didn't get jealous--strange to say! And I remember at the christening, when you acted as godmother, I made him kiss you--he did so, and you became so confused--as it were; I didn't notice it then--didn't think about it later, either--have never thought about it until--now!

Why are you silent? You haven't said a word this whole time, but you have let me go on talking! You have sat there, and your eyes have reeled out at me all these thoughts which lay like raw silk in its cocoon--thoughts--suspicious thoughts, perhaps. Why did you break your engagement? Why do you never come to our house any more? Why won't you come to see us tonight?

You needn't speak--I understand it all! It was because--and because--yes! Yes, now all the accounts balance. That's it. That's the reason I had to embroider tulips--which I hate--on his slippers, because you are fond of tulips; that's why we go to Lake Mälarn in the summer, because you don't like salt water; that's why my boy is named Eskil--because it's your father's name; that's way I wear your clothes, read your authors, eat your favorite dishes, drink your drinks--that's why--oh--my God--it's terrible.

Everything. Everything came from you to me. Your soul crept into mine, like a worm into an apple, ate and ate, bored and bored, until nothing was left but the rind and a little black dust within. I wanted to get away from you, but I couldn't; you lay like a snake and charmed me with your black eyes; I felt that when I lifted my wings they only dragged me down; I lay in the water with bound feet, and the stronger I strove to keep up the deeper I worked myself down--until I sank to the bottom, where you lay like a giant crab to clutch me in your claws--and there I am lying now.