My favourite blogs

As I mentioned in my last post, it’s almost been a year since I began blogging. In this short span of time, I’ve come across some really really amazing blogs, but my personal favourites will always remain these three:


No one, and I really mean NO one gets near Carrie Bradshaw fashionista like Kate! (p.s. check out garry pepper too, it’a not exactly a blog but it’s wonderful nonetheless!)


Now this is one heck of a fantastic blog! It’s filled with stories of all sorts of kind acts people do for others around the world, and it is updated so often that you want to just cry at all the goodness that is actually around us but we don’t pay heed to!


Emily January runs a fantastic scholarly yet simplistic blog. When you read her, be it Jane Eyre or a children’s book, she throws a  such mindful insight on everything.  For book lovers, Emily’s blog is an absolute must!


One Great Greek

It’s funny how many stories of this man we are told during our childhoods but we had no idea it all came from one source, one brilliant phenomenal source, Aeasop’s mind.

No one really knew how he looked but most say he was a very ugly man and his only beautiful part was his mind.

The golden Goose, fine weather friends, the rabbit and the hare, the fox and the sour grapes, the boy who cried wolf. the town mouse and the country mouse, and those are just to name a few.

A few months ago my hands fell upon a collection of Aesop’s collection of ovver 150 stories and I had to buy it’!

I  recomment everyone TO READ that book because there is more to life in that book than there is in life itself. It’s eye  opening,, simple, ironic and simple excellent!

My personal favourite story was The Oak and The Reed which reads thus.

A very large Oak was uprooted by the wind and thrown across a stream. It fell among some Reeds, which it thus addressed: “I wonder how you, who are so light and weak, are not entirely crushed by these strong winds.” They replied, “You fight and contend with the wind, and consequently you are destroyed; while we on the contrary bend before the least breath of air, and therefore remain unbroken, and escape.”

The reason why it spoke to me so much was because I’m an Oak, and Ii would rather be broken than bent.

Which one are you?



Quirrk and I

It’s almost been a year since I began blogging.

I’ve mentioned the reason once before but for those of you who don’t know I’ll say it again

I used to write an abnormal amount of facebook notes, and towards the end of college it was a very emotional time and I would be bombarding peoples homepages with notes written about my friendship with all the people I met along the sojourn of my three years of undergrad school.

So a couple of people (whom I owe SO much to today!) asked me if I blog and one even suggested that I should because he would be interested in reading what I had to say about things. I merely took it as a form of flattery, but then again, I thought, why NOT blog?

Clearly I am made for writing and that’s what I do in some form or another everyday, so why not make it official in front of my friends and family and say the ‘I do’.

I did.                                                                                                                                                                                              

We didn’t say we would stick around with each other till death do us part but we did promise to be each other’s fortitude amidst turbulent times, through sickness and in health.

And here I am today staying proud beside my partner, my best friend, my lover, my soulmate.

Quirrk, with all its extra r’s has given me SO much, so much more than anything I could have dared imagined.

Quirrk made me believe that I DO have a voice, that people DO, sometimes, feel a little happier because of me, because of us. Quirrk made me believe to just keep dragging myself through even when the times are hard because one day you will wake up and see you have touched someone’s life, and know the crawl was worth it. Quirk gave me back an old friend. Quirk kept me occupied when I was in any waiting room. Quirk helped me expiate some of my regrets and wounds. Quirk gave me release of my pain, and helped others connect to my pain and together build happiness, build towers and castles of love.

When I was down and under, I always thought of Quirrk, and she waited for me patiently to return to her when I was ready. Sometimes, when I would completely go off the radar, she would find me and bring me back and place me in front of my computer and yell “TYPE!”, and the words always drawled on to the screen like an accent I forgot I was brought up in.

I love her because she waits for me, and I have no time limit, she is always there, and her love, her insanely turbulent love makes me go back and give her my all every other day, to say the least.


Chalking it up!

So after what felt like ETERNITY I was able to make chalkboard paint!

Finding that non-sand tile grout is not an easy thing where I live, I tell you! But alas! found it have I, and here’s what you do to make some for yourself!

You will need:

Any colour acrylic paint ( I went with classic black)

Non sand tile grout

Glaze finish I didn’t use this but it makes your chalk board surface way way smoother so I’d say use it!)


You  mix one portion of the paint with two tbs of the tile grout and stir it till there are no lumpns remaining.



Then paint it onto wherever you want and wait for it to completely dry, this may take over 30 minutes even. Once dried, add a coat of the glaze (which I didn’t do!) and wait for it to dry and your’e good to go! :D


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That was my first go at it so I’m glad it turned out decent! :D

Here a re some fantastic ideas I came across for chalkboard painting uses!


From the Chefette Diaries – 7

Todays was cupcake day!

So today I made a few Earl Grey cupcakes with whipped lemon icing.


The above given site was what I used, but I tweaked up the sour cream part with whipped cream and lemon zest because I wanted to be all fluffy and flavoured!

If you live and would die for tea like me, THIS is your cupcake, bake it or buy it! Beg, borrow, steal! You have to have it!

I added a little purple food colouring powder and silver sprinkles on top to add to the pretty-nes?  20140412_225348 copy

Cupcakes remind me of Two broke girls. My best friend and I began our own little business last year, in paper crafts, not cupcakes! We have had so many set backs and sudden interruptions and well, life got in the way a lot I suppose. However, we still run it whenever we find people in need or see an opportunity to reach out to people. 

That’s what I like about Max and Caroline, even when they are down to nothing, they march on to win. it’s a show and we are all pretty sure it will end well but our lives are so much like that. DO  NOT close any windows because it’s starting to get a little chilly outside, wrap yourself in a quilt and look out, think of what you have accomplished regain your faith and admire the cold outside until spring blooms upon your life again.

I got all that from making a cupcake? Oh well, I always was a weird one.



Reality Check?

Quest of the day: Imagination, Boon or Bane?

Yeah, I’m aware that that sounds like a fifth grade essay topic from English class! :D

Jokes apart, which is it?

We all do that thing in our minds from time to time, when we sit on a ride gazing out of a vehicle, when we go on long walks, when we listen to music, and sometimes even between conversations.

We do it, but I don’t quite know what I should call it.

Some call it day dreaming, some call it living in a bubble, some call it ‘not quite all there’.

There may be a pinch of all of the above in my quest, but the operative question is this, how can we NOT do it? Or more importantly, why shouldn’t we do it?

How do I stop myself from thinking how fabulous I’ll look and how happy I’ll be and how much fun I’ll be having when I run into my ex-boyfriend? How do I stop myself from thinking how fantastic a person I will seem to those who dislike me when I am around people I love? How do I stop myself from imagining perfect first meetings, or perfect returns to a land I call home? How do I stop thinking about the answers I give to people about my writing inspiration and technique once I become a famous author? How do I stop thinking how I am going to raise a child, or what my child will look like, or be like, or want to do with their life? How do I stop thinking that once I am dead, someone very close to me will read my journals and find depths in my words that I never knew? How do I stop all these absolutely, hilariously, narcissistic thoughts that desecrate the sanctity of living in the right here and now?


I know that nothing I think of will happen the way I think of it, but the funny (you may feel free to call it naïve) thing is that I do believe that it will all happen to me someday. Not when I plan it, not how I plan it, but I’ll have it all.

So is it okay to imagine? To daydream? To live in my bubble? I think so.

I like my bubble, it’s clear so I can see outside and stretch out just long enough to ‘live in the present’, and then I return back in where I am protected  from the cacophony of the minuses that berate my mind.

P.S. If you haven’t already, do watch Under the Tuscan Sun!

Hall of Fame – The Script ft.

I’ve been hearing this practically since the time it was out, but the only lyrics I ever heeded was ‘You can be the king kong banging on your chest’ and I got my kicks from that! However, today I was actually listening to the lyrics and realized how uplifting they are.
So yeah, if you’re like me and probably have no clue what the lyrics are but just enjoy the song,, give this a look-see. It shan’t dissapoint thee. :)

Inspiration & People

When I talk to most of my friends, they tell me about all kinds of people they’ve met during the very miniscule time gap we haven’t spoken. They tell me about funny things that happened at work/school, about mind-blowingly sensational experiences they have from time to time, they tell me of hilarious little sojourns they embarked upon, all very much the Woodhouse novella.

Alright, so it’s not like I totally procrastinate every day but when I look at things in my life as a whole, procrastination seems to be the key word this past year. I often need to fight myself to look at things differently, but sometimes I seriously wonder, is that just mollycoddling my mind from accepting that I’m just your everyday procrastinator born with the gift of bantering rather well, so it seems like  I do something with my days?

The truth is, I am travelling this journey alone and that, my friend, does not help the cadence of this run. My friends and family deal with people they meet and speak with every day, and as sure as I am that that has it’s own set of cons, it is enriching in more ways than I dare count.

When it comes down to me, myself and I for a longer time frame than you imagined, you begin to worry a little, wonder a little, think if there is any use to anything you even do anymore?

I am not saying that I don’t have friends because I have the most wonderful ones anyone dare dream of, but it’s MY journey and they are all just little helpers to get me by, the same as I am in their lives.

So I begin to think now, are some people’s lives meant to be effervescing with all sorts of people, is that their form of nirvana, their inspiration, the wind beneath their wings, and are some of us meant to be alone majority of the time and draw all of the above mentioned from the  halcyon within ourselves?

All my life I have met people, sometimes just for five mintues, who have left an imprint on me. This year, I met a whole bunch. Sharon, for making me not regret my decision and movie forward with closure, Mauve, for your questionable smile and large eyes that were always so curious, Nida, because your presence was more warming than anyone’s I felt in the place, Sargam, because you were the perfect fluorescent dash of pink and loud I liked to be around, Mrs. Roopa, the sexist professor I have ever seen, with your inexplicable accent and gorgeous face, your elegant sarees and the tattoo behind your shoulder that tells of your wild girl days, Mrs. Shanta, because without you I would never have had the courage to voice out my thoughts in such a public forum, and from whom I learnt so much in such a short period of time,  Nishat, who made my very few days at work impressionable and finally Rajni, who not only exudes beauty on the outside, but someone wise and colourful and someone who will go a long way with her project

Had it been another day, another time, another situation, I could have stuck around the lot of you longer and maybe even become friends with you, but life is such a funny thing that way.

I just want to say that though there aren’t many people I encounter every single day, just a few are enough to keep my mind buzzing like a busy little bee into my forever.

From the Chefette Diaries – 7

Cuisine : American (or is it English?!)

Dish: Chocolate Pancakes


This is one dish I completely winged it on my own and without even a major recipe! :D

Hence with great pride in my soul I bring to you this recipe, delicious!


  • 2 cups flour
  • 1 – 2 eggs (I use two) 1 tbs salt
  • 1 tbs sugar
  • 2 tbs backing power
  • 2 tbs cocoa powder
  • 3 tbs butter
  • 1 cup milk

So, to prepare this little morning feast, you being by mixing the flour, baking powder, salt and cocoa powder.

The next step is to boil the butter to liquid {I like to add a little milk chocolate in here as well!), make a little well in between the mixture and break in the eggs, pout the butter and the milk.

Stir this mixture till it becomes think and flow-ee.

Boil a little butter on the pan and toss a little of the mixture onto the pan (its you have the pancake rings you’ll get the perfect shape but it’s alright even if you don’t because it will turn out somewhat right!). When tiny bubbles begin to pop on the surface you flip it over to the other side. and wait for the same.

You can finish off your pancakes with butter and maple sauce/ pancake syrup/honey and that’s just it! Easy and have something perfectly insatiable to your insides! :)



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