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Hey y'all,

Breakfast for me is always Dosa and occasionally semiya/sevai/upma. And very rarely do I take cornflakes/chia seeds pudding/maggi. It has been so very long that I wanted to go out for breakfast on a Sunday. But I have to get back home after church before the closing of  my favorite mutton stall. Last time when I went out for breakfast was in Darjeeling at the legendary Keventers. There are many cafes in Kolkata, which provide scrumptious breakfast - The Whistling Kettle, Soul cafe, Eat me good and it would be a sin if I miss the legendary Flury's. There is even a book about this tearoom.


So this week our Sunday started on a crispy note, as we were getting ready to go to St. Paul's Cathedral after almost 2-3 weeks. After finishing our mass, we headed to Flury's for breakfast (Mutton was taken care of!). Coming to this cafe, this cafe was started around 1930's by the Britishers and this place still has a vintage aura around it.

I have been to this cafe thrice in the last 2 years, once with William, once with my mom and once alone. But every time I go, it feels like visiting the British era all new, thanks to those big round pillars, black and white chequered marbles, the glass walls overlooking the street, the chandeliers,etc. The place serves you authentic English breakfast with Ham and Cheese stuffed omelette and beans on toast as their Heritage favorites.

What we ordered:
Will ordered English breakfast and Assam tea for him and I ordered French Toast with watermelon juice for me. Coming to the menu, English breakfast has 2 toasts with butter and jam, 2 eggs - sunny side up, 1 roasted tomato, 2 hash browns, 2 bacon rashes and 2 sausages. The rashes are long, medium-rare and juicy pieces. The sausages are one of the best I have ever had. They don't taste like old frozen cuts, instead they taste fresh and tender and very soft. I would have loved mashed potatoes with this but hash browns filled the spot.
My French toast had 2 long egg battered cinnamon cakes with some fruits and maple syrup. When I saw what was on my plate, I was so sure it would not be a filling one. Alas, when I finished my first toast, it was almost filling! I had to share the next one with Will.





Experience:
The experience was not that great mainly because of the waiting time. After being used to 20 mins waiting time at Flury's, 40 minutes was exhausting. You read that right, 40 bloody minutes!! You might want to argue about the vibe of the place but enjoying the vibe for 40 minutes is little too much. There were many angry customers who left the place after waiting for a ridiculously long time. So this time my experience was not pleasant, but very irritating. The careless waiters don't seem to notice even if you wave at them. I already started dreaming about my soon-to-be lunch Mutton Biryani :( When I started getting this irritated stares from William, even I wanted to get out of the place but thankfully the meal came before that.

If paying the bill could be counted as an 'experience', let me warn you about burning hole in your pocket. The prices are insanely expensive. English breakfast was for Rs. 580 and French toast was for Rs. 450. After GST, it felt like having the breakfast with Mr. Modi and Ms. Didi.

Overall, it was good food if the experience is ignored. Once in a while, there is nothing wrong in treating yourself at this tearoom. Flury's as a bakery is top notch and no body in this city can compete with the pastries of Flury's, but, as a restaurant, Flury's should not sit back relaxed and enjoy the legacy. There are other vintage cafes catching up with better hospitality and cheaper price. Whistling Kettle serves you authentic English breakfast all the way from Darjeeling's Keventers. Serafina offers you original Italian breakfast with great hospitality. The Country House Cafe doesn't burn a hole in your pocket. Milee Droog cafe and Bistro offers are good. So Flury's should keep this in mind and serve their customers with a happy grin :) :) Would love to visit this place again but not in the near future.

Much love,
Sindhura.



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Hey peeps,

Back from the Pujo hangover? Its indeed Navratri time and people gather together to worship, greet, celebrate and of course take pictures and upload it on social media with hashtags. I did it; posted so many videos and pictures on my IG stories and introduced 'Pandal Hopping' to my Tamil friends. Coming to these posts, hashtags are inevitable, right? Ever heard, 'Yo mama so fat' jokes? Some of them are so dark and hilarious as well. I am a sucker for dark jokes. High-five if you are one too. Well, a new hashtag something on the lines of 'Yo mama so fat' jokes are trending and I am sure even you are guilty of using these. If you are not and wondering what those hashtags mean, let me do the honour of decoding those hashtags as well. So next time you see one of these, you know the meaning already.

1. #MyMomIsBetterThanYours
I could use her for #HappyMothersDay. Otherwise no fucks given.

2. #MyFriendsAreBetterThanYours
We tag each other in memes.

3. #MyBroIsBetterThanYours
I want better rakhi gifts than what my friends are receiving. Mind you.

4. #MySisIsBetterThanYours
Surprisingly she let me use her dress and makeup.

5. #MyNieceIsBetterThanYours
Not in terms of IQ; Only she eats my dress.

6. #MyNephewIsBetterThanYours
Little stud on his way.

7. #MyBaeIsBetterThanYours
Dumbass. Only in bed. Period.

8. #MyHusbandIsBetterThanYours
Remember that fine piece of jewellery, I want it.

9. #MyWifeIsBetterThanYours
She shouts louder when bargaining with the street vendors.

10. #MyDogIsBetterThanYours
That's a Siberian Husk for which I paid 40K and it cannot live in a tropical country like India.

11. #MyInstagramFollowersAreBetterThanYours
I want likes. Prove yourself guys.

12. #MyGrandparentsAreBetterThanYours
Who really cares? I want to look senti-types.

Thank me later.
Signing off with much love.
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Hey peeps,

Long time, no see! My sincere apologies!! This is an unintended food post again,thanks to my food cravings. A post about my favorite meal has to go up on my blog! So let's do this.


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Tasted penne pasta for the first time in life at Hardrock Cafe, Bangalore. Man, it was heavens!! The white sauce oozing out of the penne, the luxury of parmesan cheese mixed with tender chicken, its a different feel. From thence, chicken penne in white sauce is my must have at all the Continental/Italian kitchens I go to. In Kolkata here, I chanced upon visiting this small vintage cafe called "The Country House Cafe" and there I built the order Chicken Fettuccine in Alfredo with herbs and corn, broccoli and mushrooms; took me to a different world. #VeraLevel. We are regulars now there just for the Chicken Fettuccine and the watermelon juice with mint syrup. And one day I was tired of visiting the place (only because, my schedule was too tight), a bizarre idea struck in mind. Why not making the pasta in your own kitchen, instead of  shelling out lots of money? I was too scared of cooking the pasta sauce myself; what if I ruin the sauce and hate pasta forever? So I went to market and bought the readymade pasta sauce. I think its Alfredo sauce from Dr. Oetker's; came home with all the excitement, I was ready to roll. I asked my maid not to enter kitchen for a while, Concentration boss! Started cooking pasta by myself erm,,,, follwing the instruction on the carton actually. Yes, in between I came out of the kitchen to remind William how grateful he should be, coz his wife is saving his money opting to cook some exotic Italian dish in the kitchen by herself. So after all this tantrums, I finished cooking, dished out the food in a nice glass bowl and tatsed it. Reaction after my epic meal: My eyes watering, my tongue looking for honey, pasta turned out to be sooooo sour as if tasting the buttermilk after 4 days. It was so bloody sour. Looking at my reaction, William ran away fearing the offer. It was a colossal failure :(

Now after 2 months after seeing lots of videos, I decided to make pasta again, this time without store bought pasta sauce and making the sauce by myself. If you are following me on IG, you would have seen the dish that I made. Yes, it was a huge success. I didn't follow a particular recipe. This is sourced from tens of Italian cooks series with my customization. I am glad that it worked well this time. So let's do it.

No. of servings - 2
Ingredients for sauce:
Butter - 2 tbsp
Garlic paste - 1/2 tsp
Refined flour - 1 tsp heaped
Milk - 1 cup
Mixed herbs ( thyme, rosemary, basil, oregano) - 1.5 tbsp
Cheese ( processed/cheddar/parmesan/mozarella) - 3 tbsp grated
Pepper powder - 1 tsp
Chilly flakes - 1/2 tbsp
Leftover starch water from cooked pasta - 2 tbsp
Parsley - 2 tbsp chopped
Salt to taste.

Ingredients to cook chicken
Butter - 1 tbsp
Boneless Chicken (either small cubes or thin long strips) - 200 grams
Orange juice - 3 tbsp
Mixed herbs ( thyme, rosemary, basil, oregano) - 2 tbsp
Pepper powder - 1 tsp
Chilly flakes - 1 tbsp
Salt to taste

I. Lets cook pasta first.

First bring water to a rolling boil
Add salt
Add pasta of your choice (penne/fettuccine/shell/macaroni)
Let it cook for 6 minutes
DO NOT add oil.
Strain water and set aside. Do not drain water, save the water, you might need it later.
Cooked Pasta

II. Lets cook chicken now.

Add butter
Add chicken pieces and other ingredients except orange juice. Let them cook for 6-7 minutes.
Whenever the water given out by chicken dries out, add orange juice. This gives out a sweet citric fkavour into your chicken. Cook for 5 minutes.
Now chicken is fully cooked, spoon out the chicken and use the same pan to make pasta sauce

whisk whisk


Cooked Chicken
III. Lets cook sauce.

Add butter in the same pan you cooked your chicken
When it starts to bubble, add garlic paste. Cook for under a minute to avoid the burnt taste of garlic
Add refined flour and saute it with garlic paste.
Add salt to taste.
Its time to add milk; while adding the milk don't forget to whisk the pan to avoid any lumps. Keep stirring, keep stirring, keep stirring.

Soon after adding the milk, add herbs and cheese of your choice. I used cheddar cheese and parmesan cheese.


Shredded Parmesan and Cheddar
In goes, herbs, chilli flakes, pepper and cheese
 Stir until the cheese melts away. Now mix your chicken and cooked pasta in the pan with cheese. I have also added cooked corn into the pasta.
If you feel the sauce is thick, add the starch water to thin the consistency.
Sprinkle some chopped parsley for extra flavour. Your pasta is ready to serve.
Enjoy!!

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Chicken Alfredo Mac & Cheese
Foot notes:
Why starch water?
  • When you use normal water to thin the consistency of the sauce, the flavour reduces, you might have   to add the little salt and in this tiny step, your dish could collapse. So use starch water. 
  • Starch water helps in gluing the sauce to your pasta. It gradually brings sauce to your desired consistency - thick or thin.
Why I used Parmesan and cheddar?
  • I personally prefer parmesan since it's rich in taste. Feel free to use any cheese. If you like it gooey chewy, then go for mozarella. If you like it bit sharp, go for cheddar.
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Hey all,

We all like to indulge in some guilty pleasures right?! Here’s my guilty pleasure and it’s very easy to make. Bread and butter/jam is a default breakfast when there’s no dosa batter or rava (for upma) at home. But what if you have yummy cravings in the middle of the night? You cannot order anything online or run to a cake shop nearby. Fear not, Bread and condensed milk is for your rescue! Let me warn you, this is not a healthy option (so health freaks, stay away), but you can always indulge in these guilty pleasures once in a while.




Brown bread is ‘illegal’ for this recipe. Choose white bread for this; even better, if sandwich bread is available, because they are softer, bigger and tastier than the ordinary white bread.
  •         Cut those sides *eeww*
  •          Spread unsalted butter on both sides
  •          Toast the bread on both sides on a hot tawa for 40 seconds on each side.
  •          Stack those bread toasts sideways and generously pour condensed milk on them.
Enjoy!
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I had been checking my Book My Show app every Friday since 2 months to catch up on a Tamil movie and my excitement knew no bound when I saw Kaatru Veliyidai listed on the app. Finally!! At last!!! Sigh of relief!! Maniratnam movie, AR Rahman music, Hero Karthi, terrific combo… Watched the movie one day after the release, Saturday.



It’s almost a week after the release of Kaatru Veliyidai(Tamil)/Cheliyaa(Telugu) and I am still reeling in from the after effects of the movie in my head. Lot’s been said and written about the movie being a colossal disappointment despite brilliant cinematography and soul stirring music (ARR, you are a magician sir _/\_). I tried not to think about the movie except a one-line review about the movie in FB. But the story still haunts me during my bus travel to office despite my continuous efforts to avoid it. So yup, let’s face it, what’s gone wrong?

Spoilers ahead so don’t please read ahead if you don’t want to know the story.




Captain VC (Karthi) is a fighter pilot who meets with a serious accident and he’s treated by Dr. Leela Abraham (Aditi Rao Hydari). They fall in love and that’s when Leela comes to know about Karthi’s self centered, misogynistic attitude. The problem is not with VC. Karthi fits the character perfectly.  The problem is with Mani Sir’s depiction of Dr. Leela. At the beginning she’s shown as the woman who is against violence on women. When VC drags her away from snowstorm, she makes her point clear by saying, “Don’t force me using your power, I don't like men who use violence on women, a simple explanation would do”. He heeds in and manages to pull her away from the sandstorm.




In one of the instances where fighter pilots have a discussion on Kargil affairs, Leela talks in favour of the govt. VC asks her to shut up. Now Leela wears the Officer cap and puts across her justification. And that’s when VC becomes angry and asks her to put down the cap. He twists her hand and says, “Man is man and Woman is woman. Man is meant to hunt and Woman is meant to look beautiful and..”  Before he could finish, she asks, “..to bear child?” He smiles and says, "yes, for that also". He pushes her away and she leaves the place. When he comes to Leela’s home, begs her pardon with a nice song, even audience is tricked into believing that he repents. Bigger shock arrives when Leela runs back to him crying. 

  • So he comes back, sings song. Leela forgives. 
  • He shows off to his friends about Leela's weakness, "Aren't you jealous guys? Call for a single malt". Man, you just begged her mercy a minute back. And yes, she forgives him. 
  • He disappears on the day of register marriage, the reason - he forgot. She forgives. 
  • He wants her to abort their baby. You guessed right. She forgives.



We are all for forgiveness. But when the same is mistaken for weakness, we are deeply disappointed in your depiction of Dr. Leela, sir. When we are used to brave Shaila Bhanu(Manisha Koirala) in Bombay, daring Shakti (Shalini) in Alaipayudhey, courageous Ragini (Aishwarya Rai) in Raavanan, Independent Tara (Nithya Menon) in OK Kanmani, Aditi Rao as forgiving Leela disappoints us. Where are those courageous women in Kaatru Veliyidai? Yes, the question is inevitable in our minds, why is Leela still with him? And the answer by Mani Ratnam sir is "All is fair in love and war". Like really? Then why the portrayal of Aditi in the beginning of the movie was of a headstrong woman. Your movie is so confusing, sir.

Forget all this and somehow we reach the climax where VC escapes Pakistan prison and finds his way back to Leela, he asks her, "Why didn't you come and meet me?". And the brilliant answer by a determined and willful army doctor is, "What if you didn't like me or our child?". *facepalm*
Thank God already, let's leave the theatre.

Kaatru Veliyidai Kannamma is a beautiful poem penned by Bharathiyar but where art thou, oh my Kannamma?
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Did someone say Nature? Oh yeah, I love it. I love Nature. Hiking, trekking, mountaineering, sleeping on the laps of nature, admiring the beauty of nature, basking in the goodness of nature, blah blah nature, I love it. Just kidding, nope, that’s not me. Nature excites me. To me, it’s just beautiful and I can’t use more adjectives. Ok let me stop this mokkai and come to the point. My first attempt at travelogue and I am nervous.

William’s native is Andaman Islands and we decided to spend at least 15 days there, since this was the first trip together after one year of marriage. We also planned for trips across Andaman covering Mayabandhar, Havelock Islands, Diglipur, Northbay, Ross Island, Baratang. I was excited; more excited when I came to know that we would get a chance to see Jarawas, native Andaman tribes on the way to Baratang.
So after first few days of meeting and greeting relatives, we set out for the planned trips. First stop was Havelock Islands


The cruise trip starts from Port Blair at 6.45 AM. After some sleeping, watching people dancing in the ship for DJ music, we reached Havelock at 9.15 AM. Accommodation was arranged nearby in a PWD guest house. We finished our breakfast in a hotel nearby and we set out to Elephanta beach. The motor boat ride was for 25 minutes and the sea is bordered by thick mangroves. The mangroves are so thick and beautiful, plush green and serves a delight to bird watchers. These mangroves are to watch out for, as crocodiles visit them once in a while. 




We reached Elephanta around 11AM and we had 3 full hours to have fun there. The paid activities included snorkeling, sea walking, motor biking in the water, etc. And each costs 1000/- per head.

The water bed was so beautiful with layers of green water and white sand. As much as I wanted to plunge into the sea for snorkeling, and boy, was I so scared of water. The 2 guys who took us to the sea gave us a basic training of how to stay on top of the water with the help of those plastic rings. And all four of us set out to snorkel. Hardly 3 meters from the shore gave us a beautiful view of corals. The sea bed was filled with vast beautiful corals and colorful fishes came out of those corals to see their announced visitors. Suddenly I was not scared of water anymore! We went farther and yes, that opened to a deep blue sea with vast corals. All those exotic fishes we find in NGC were swimming along, next to us. It was silent, calm, and much different from the roaring beach waves. We spent 40 minutes snorkeling and swam back to the beach. And those 40 minutes gone like poof. As much as I was scared of the water, I enjoyed so much snorkeling! An amazing experience that was!







~ scenes at snorkeling ~
I don’t think that sea walking would amuse me as much as snorkeling, so I didn’t attempt it. We had some fun in the beach including motor biking and it was 2 PM. We left for Havelock beach to have lunch there and catch some rest. We hired a bike in the evening and rode to Radhanagar beach to witness the sunset. It is that sunset you would see in the wall posters, even more beautiful than that.  By the time we came back from Radhanagar beach, it was 8PM and we set out for pub crawling. On the way we did some shopping buying souvenirs. We visited some pubs, motels and landed at this place called Fat Martin.  Amazing food, but sadly we had to wait till 10PM for live music to start.


~At Fat Martin~

Day 2: Kalapathar beach

Ok let me tell about the reason for the name : Kalapathar - Black Stone. During low tides, when the waves pull inside the sea, the black stones from the sea are seen and this is a common sight during low tide.




Since we visited Radhanagar beach in the late hours, we couldn’t enjoy the complete sunset view. But Kalapathar visit was in the wee hours next day and we had so much fun. The ride to the beach was so good, deep in the forest sidelined by the green sea waters, marble white sand. I have never seen a more beautiful place than this. We stopped in between to go into the woods towards the beach. The beach was deserted, so calm, undisturbed with a lonely boat. The smell of the sea combined with the scent of the woods would make anyone surrender to the nature. A lovely place!




Naure's way of smiling at you even when when you harm it


After beach, we stopped for a relaxing Ayurved massage, had a quick lunch and then headed to guest house.  At 3.30 PM we started our return journey carrying beautiful memories waving good bye to those green waves.

Suggestion
Havelock faces lot of power cuts.  There are hardly any cell phone signals and no internet.  Some restaurants welcome people with free Wi-Fi but don’t fall for it as the signal is ultra poor. When you get back from the beach, you feel like being in the Stone Age. I had to wait for 20 days to come back to mainland and upload the pictures :P

The Island is very small and maintenance of the island should not be as difficult as that of mainland. Roads are bad. When India has such an amazing place, more beautiful than Thailand and Mauritius, why not improve the condition of the beaches, lay proper roads, make it a face of India, increase beach fun activities and attract tourists from all over the world? And for anyone who argues against commercialization of the island, I might be wrong. Your views are welcome.

However it’s an amazing place for people who don’t bother about internet, they could rest in the shacks, have beer, enjoy amazing food and admire the exotic beach.

This comes to the end of my Havelock experience. See you soon in the next post for my Baratang experience. And I guess my prologue will have a justification there.

Till then,
Much love.




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Hey all,

I believe everyone, irrespective of gender, celebrated Women's Day last month. At least my FB timeline said so.. So happy to see everyone celebrating their mothers, sisters, girl-friends, wives and daughters. Yes, the inevitable happened. So many feminist talks and discussions, some for it, some against it, some don't even know what feminism is! This was just a random conversation between me and my husband that happened last month and almost this month too! Let's be prepared for this monthly ritual :-) :-)

William [H]: So what's the dreaded F-word?

Me [M]: Why are you asking me this? As if you don't know. You use it hundred times a day.

H: Oh no, not that. What is Feminism?

M:  Oh, Feminism. Feminism means equal rights for women; equal rights, equal respect, equal pay for women. We seek equality in everything. Be it a job, be it kitchen work, be the dress we want to wear, basically EVERYTHING. Freedom of choice. My choice, My rules.

H: Is it necessary? Does it work out in a country like India?

M: See, this is what you call male chauvinism. Do you want us to spend half of our lifetime in kitchen, cooking for you, washing vessels and doing chores always?

H: No, I didn’t mean that. And I am certainly not a chauvinist. I am happy that you are a working woman, earning your own money.

M: No, I could still choose to be a housewife and still be a feminist; working, not working doesn’t matter. You men are bound to share all the chores with your wife. Sharing is not only caring, but also a responsibility.

H: Then when do I take rest after all that working so hard for the whole week?

M: So? Do I take rest on weekends? I still get up, prepare food, clean house, etc, etc.

H: Fair enough! I will do half of the work. Sharing is my responsibility.

M: Dude, we got to buy groceries for this month? When are we going to supermarket?

H: You do the shopping na. I am really tired.  Don’t carry anything home. Just pay and ask them to deliver home.

M: Cool, give me money. I don’t have any.

H: Arey, you just received your salary. Pay for groceries.

M: NO, MY MONEY IS MY MONEY. YOUR MONEY IS OUR MONEY.

H: Haa! So what’s that feminism you were talking about?

M: Dude, don’t change the topic. Transfer some cash to my account.

H: But feminism means equallll……..…

M: *runs to kitchen*  You said coffee, right?

Mobile beeps  “Money Sent”

Mind Voice:  FeminismFeminismFeminism. Hahahahahahaaa!!!!!

This is a light hearted take on the feminism that feminists rave about. The reality is a far cry. Let’s talk soon.


Until then,
Much Love. 

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Hey peeps, What's up there?

After quite a hiatus, feels wonderful to post again.

Lets's start the tale, shall we?
Who hasn't travelled in city buses? All of us, right? Like it or not, you cannot ignore the experience. We get to meet lot of people; rude ones, attention seekers, girl with a smiling face, boy whose mobile game mode on, that adamant kid who make you swear not to have kids in your life and what not?! I gonna share some of my experiences travelling in Kolkata bus. And at the end of the day, they brought smile to my lips.

So I have thyroid for the past 10 years and the medication is intake of a tiny tablet every morning before breakfast. That's all and you are ready to face the world. My ideal weight should be 52-55 kgs which I successfully maintained for nearly 9 years. Not deliberately though. My system just refused to gain weight but tummy. And now my weight just shot up to 65 kgs in one year. My mom calls me idly moonji (idly face - just 2 big idlys stuffed inside my mouth on each side). Sometimes she is very concerned that I am exceeding my ideal weight way too much. On the contrary, my MIL likes to see me this fat bahu. To her, the more you weigh, the more happy, healthy and wealthy you are. I never bothered about my weight until I started travelling in Kolkata public buses. So what's motivated me? The seats!! Whoa, the seats of the buses are so long that only one and a half bum (butt cheek) could fit in. The person occupying the window seat occupies 3/4th of the seat and the person sitting on the aisle occupies the remaining space adjusting half bum to sit on that.

the actual space

I am sure I must have gotten lots of blessings from so many people because I always offered my aisle seat. And if I sit next to the window, I am that rude, brutal, arrogant and unkind woman. I try to occupy the 3/4th of the seat and still someone would sit next to me, squeeze me after squeezing themselves to fit in. What if I happen to sit on the aisle? I came up with this hack. Sit sidewards; perpendicular to the person sitting next to you. In this way , you can cover both bums to fit in the seat. You are not comfortable, you sit on the edge of the seat. But that's okay. I can sit with two bums now and this idea is breeze. Like this :

my hack!!!
But wait, the driver brakes the bus and before you realize this, your head bangs on the handle bar and you slide zuuuuing to the front with your bum hitting the front seat after your cheeks. So let's stick to being the one who is kind enough to offer the aisle seat. 

And now I stand up.
A girl steps on my toe's little finger with her block heels.
Me undergoes excruciating pain because just a day ago I hit my little finger on the sides of the table, and just few minutes ago someone else stepped on the same finger with her wedge heels. 

Also Me: Looks at the person who stamped on my little finger. Tries to stare at her. Nope, she just won't see me. My deadly stare gets wasted.
She kisses her fingers and walks off. Seriously? Aren't you supposed to kiss my hurting kutty little finger? Okay Po, I forgive you.



During my initial days in Calcutta I called everyone by 'Sir'; autowala, conductor, grocery shop person, dhobiwala and everyone who are part of my life. That's how we address everyone in Bangalore. And then, my husband told me to address everyone as Dada convincing me that's 'respected Mister' in Bangla. Just utter the word now and feel. So much love and respect oozing out, na. I started addressing everyone as Dada. Coming back to my bus tales, everyone in the bus called me Didi. Didi please move, Didi hold this bag, stuff like that.. I always had this impression that Didi means 'Miss' as opposed to Dada meaning Mister. And now after one year of ignorance, I recently came to know that Didi means elder sister. 
My reaction: What?! Come again!! Yes, Didi means elder sister. 
WTH, I allowed everyone to call me Didi. Right from bus conductor, to senior people asking for my seat, elders to hold their bag, mothers of school kids proclaiming me as Didi to them, same mothers proclaiming me as Didi to their kids also. "Didi hold my Beta's bag", "Beta, sit on Didi's lap" 
My reaction: Dude, I myself am sitting on half bum. Me Looks at Beta and says, "You sit Beta". And then I see the mother taking my seat (WTF, I offered the seat to your Beta) and making her Beta sit on her lap while beta sliding zuuuuing to the front seat before me placing my palm so that her Beta doesn't hit his head. A deadly stare from the mother. (Really? I just saved your son's head). Deadly stare continues......

And by this time the bus unloads half of the passengers at famous stops and me again combing for the window seat. Everyday story and I am loving it.

Lots of love.











Pic courtesy
Pic 1 and 2 : My phone
Picture 3 : herohunter.com

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The Bill has been passed and now no one can impose on us Tamils what should be done and what shouldn't be done. Thank you TamilNadu youngsters for standing up for us, our culture and tradition, for our native breeds and most of all, our farmers. Chennai people, you are the best. Thanks for conducting the protest peacefully and staying strong and united. The more I heard from my friends on what's happening at Marina, the more I missed being there. Thanks for setting an example of how a protest should be done and how to achieve anything and everything staying united even with such a huge volume of people.


Few unfortunate incidents happened which distorted the cause of the protest and thank you for waking up to the situation. The riots at the last day caused by some anti social elements should be condemned. Happy the way things turned out gradually during these 5 days. Pepsi and Coke banned in many places and now youngsters don't want to drink those (side effects of the protest).
This protest showed the real faces of many. The super stars who are superstars because of us never stood for us. Each and every political party took credit for this protest saying it was started by them. The guys whom we bashed for nonsense songs actually stood for us. The guy whom we always trolled for his remarks actually gave insights about the Law and Order, even though he is from another state. They created awareness about #Jallikattu and made us realize our native breeds are on the verge of extinction because of foreign corporates. Always indebted.
Chennai floods showed how selfless we are. Wardah showed how strong we are and finally this protest showed how united we are.
A proud Tamilian and a proud Indian.
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