Delhi Belly ;)

 My dad was going to Delhi for five days to attend a book fair. Since I didn't really any plans for the week here at home I decided to accompany him, not for the book fair but to spend time with my relatives of course. The day we arrived we went to my Uncles house. I met my cousin sister who had become SO much taller than what she was, like she was always taller than me but she looked drastically more. I greeted everyone formally with a ‘Namaste’ and after all of that was done my father left for some office work.

  I quietly analyzed the house, looking at my Aunt cook and gazing my cousin who was stuck to her laptop smiling anonymously. As time passed I started to get jaded, so I reached for my pocket, removed my phone and was happy beyond measures to see the availability of Wi-Fi connection.  Actually the thing was that their original house was under renovation so for a couple of months they shifted few blocks away. I found ways to entertain myself when finally my aunt said those words, “why don’t you’ll do watch a movie”. I was overwhelmed, I really wanted to go for ‘Gunday’ which had released the following day itself but kept my feelings to myself in order to not sound demanding, but since the topic was out I animatedly smiled showing my approval for the plan. Next hour we were sitting in the theatre watching the film between the melancholy audiences, leaving no stone unturned to whistle at every entry Priyanka Chopra made on the screen.

 After the movie was over I went to my Nani’s house, ate the delicious food she made that I wish my mother too had inherited. I wrapped myself in two blankets and watched a programme on the T.V that I am too embarrassed to say. The chill of Delhi really made me sleep in no time. The next morning had lots of things in store.

 My two uncles, my father and I were going to visit our village. I have always wanted to live in a village; yeah I know it sounds crazy to even think of leaving behind a life with luxurious and wanting to go into one with no such perks. But what I gathered from my experience was that besides all the hard work and lack of facilities people were happy and satisfied. Happiness was playing pebbles, scarring away cows and just running around. Satisfaction was getting enough to eat and getting enough time to play. Whereas, I was getting so much more than what I deserved and yet I wasn't close to being content. Reaching in the mid area of the village I was totally awe-struck at what I saw. A dozen of puppies! I went running towards them and they came running towards me. Joking. They ran away. I quietly sat on the ground waiting for them. When they realised that I wasn't going to harm them like other kids did playing and squeezing them as if they were toys. They slowing came walking towards me sniffing around. Very soon I was surrounded by lots of puppies- White and shades of brown. Looking at them cuddling with each other made me feel so glad that I didn't deny this trip. I could watch them forever (Definitely for longer time than ‘Gunday’).

 The rest of the days followed, some being relaxing while some hectic but enjoyable.

 Time passed faster than it seemed to. My day of departure arrived. Adults gave me money, I refused, they insisted, I smiled, they forced and I took. It’s a tradition, right? To say no a couple of times to relatives and then finally take it.

 My dad and I then went to the railway station and boarded the train. It had been years that I last remember sitting in one. There were times when as a baby I would search the train enthusiastically in order to find a friend who would help me pass time in the long journey that would take me back to the lifestyle I hold .

Mahabharata? :S

 Forced by my father, I finally agreed to read Mahabharata. I had heard several small stories from it way too many times but I hadn't ever know the entire 'Mahabharata' and since it survived all the way till 2014 I couldn't find reasons why should I not give it a try. The book started beautifully about a king meeting a celestial woman who totally mesmerized him by her beauty and elegance. As I went ahead with the book there were so many births taking place with children having complicated, long names that I was completely perplexed. However, when the introduction was over and the story started take a shape with the happenings between the Padavas and Duryoghana my interest started to build up. Besides just the fierce jealousy one could have against his own cousin, I also realized the tenacity with which people stuck to their words. By that I mean, for instance in one part The Padavas return to their the home they were staying in for some years during their exile with a bride Arujana won during a Swayamvar to their mother- Kunti. Thinking it was a food item she casually said, "whatever it is, distribute it equally". What is said cannot be unsaid, that was the 'funda'. Thereafter, Draupadi (the bride) was the wife of all the five brothers. At this point I shut the book and thought to myself, what on earth was I reading? but besides having no faith in such a kind of system and in fact it rather absurd I was inclined to read it further. Some amount of curiosity in me kept me going and at the same an introduction to a new world which carried all sorts human emotions- love, joy, lust, jealousy webbed me with a weird kind of interest.As of this small story, was it just a moral trying to convey that one should stick to what they say or was it indicating that even after sharing a wife distrust and envy hadn't broken the bonds of love between these brothers?

CAKES, not my cup of tea!

I woke up next to my friend after having a sleepless sleepover, overdosed with pizzas, coke, chocolate brownies and not to forget the chains for movies we saw. ‘Freaky Friday’ being one of them starring Lindsey Lohan. It was a hilarious movie steeped in laughter and fights between a mother and daughter. I couldn't help but laugh like a Hyena throughout the night. I started reminiscing the days I spent in the boarding with my roommate Zeniya watching movies hardly few days before our so called Board exams. Taking about my second roommate, she was a cartoon- Rasika. She could watch a movie hundred times, LITERALLY. While, I was submerged in my thoughts of the fantastic friends I made in the horrible hostel I didn't pay attention to the constant snoring of my friend who has caught a cold.

“You aren't sleeping, are you?”

“I got up at 8 man, I guess I will. It’s late anyway”

BUT how could I sleep at 4 when I got up the previous morning, or rather afternoon at 2! Within no time she was fast asleep and I switched to watching a Justin Bieber Documentary. Yeah! I am an EMIENEM girl but I don’t have to detest the rest, right?

It was a 7 on 10 I would say. Everyone wants to be famous .While watching the documentary so many times that thought flitted across my mind. “I so wanna be that” but well, *Aah*

As soon as it got over I too was very drowsy and managed to get a comfortable sleep in the cozy, warm blanket and soft pillows that were over flowing in the bed making me VERY comfortable. Grass truly is greener, softer, and warmer on the other side. Makes sense?

Unfortunately, morning had arrived and my dad had called me to come back home since he was leaving for office. I am in no mood for an argument in the morning, so I did exactly as I was instructed. I came back home, ate, snap chatted with my friends and did all those time-wasting things one could possibly  do when you have 4 months holiday in hand. *yeah*

The door bell rang, Oscar ran barking at the door and it was Mom. We exchanged smiles as she told me about the dinner we were going for at Taj Hotel with my family friends. I love dressing up and be it a dinner with family friends I AM STILL IN. My mom often gets headaches so I offered  to press her head and in no time she too was asleep like my friend that night, besides the snoring. Once again the door bell rang, and again my little pug barked like it was the end of the world. I was wearing my father’s long T-shirt which was tucked in from one angle in my tiny shorts. I had only kept it that way so that people don’t think that I am roaming around without any bottoms. I looked like a drugged child or maybe just a sleepy one.

But whom I saw on the door was the person who wouldn't judge me whatsoever I wore. It was my friend from the sleepover with a huge cake container “Is your oven working?”She asked. I smiled and opened the door. My diet plan NEVER works and I have accepted as true that it never will. As her container was so big, we decided to split the batter and make two cakes. We put the first half in the oven and waited patiently.

“Hey! Why don’t we start a cake business” I exclaimed

“Nice idea man. We could earn profits and all, it would be so cool”

“Yeah, we’ll put up posters and advertise on Facebook”

“And become famous!”

Our imagination had taken over us making us believe we could actually open a bakery. Chocolate had taken away our sanity but the tick of the oven brought our minds back to the kitchen. What we then saw broke our dreams like a glass fallen from the sky. With a cake like that even dogs would refuse to take it (Oscar is an exception, he can practically eat anything, ANYTHING)

“It’s our first try, the second one will definitely be better” ....was a lie told by her. The second one was a nightmare! It had not been more than a minute we left the kitchen alone and when we entered the cake inside the oven was on fire. MY KITCHEN WAS ON FIRE!

She was about to scream but I said, “Shh..Mom is sleeping, if she sees THIS she will kill us, for real”

My innocent friend went running to her house to call her maid while I threw water on that yuck substance. Of course, the fire didn't burn the whole house killing all of us leading to a tragedy but it did certainly dirtied the guts out of my kitchen and leave chocolate foot prints of Oscar all around the house.

One thing was clear; we cannot bake even at a gun point.

*relief*