Mom to friend (On the Landline): “Nalla vellai. The medical reports say that there is no major illness. My son says there is nothing to worry. I am sure I will recover in a few weeks time.”
Son to friend (On the cellphone): Amma has stage four cancer, we are not telling her.
the teacher says: Your firstborn brings a sense of peace and calm into the class. He gives me confidence that I can teach and he will learn. I am pleased to have a child like him in my class…”
I am floating in this pink cloud somewhere.
And i try to forget that this is the teacher who has spelt writing as “writting” in bold letters on the cover of 20 class-work notebooks.
since everyone is dying to eat the paneer starter displayed here.
i am pleased to present you THE uncrunchable contest of the blog.
Guess the other main ingredient that went into the making of that paneer starter in the photo on the link.
Rules:
Contest closes on March 13.
But, the first person to post the correct answer wins.
No multiple guesses allowed.
Neelum: you may not enter.
Neelum: You may not tell any of your friends the right answer
Oh: And there’s a exciting gift hamper in store for the winner…
might as well tell you how i am spending my days.
am trying to fire away at the bollywoodian synapses that are surely stowed away in my brain.
am trying to see what lines i have in store so that i can do aneela’s tag
things arent going well.
i have only one line.
which is only a word.
which is actually a song.
so it may be disqualified
because it isnt dialogue.
“nimbuda” : from Hum Dil De Chuke Sanam, which i thought was a stealer of a lime er line. I love lemon juice. taller the glasses the better. In fact i can drink a whole jug’s worth.
which is also why the tag isnt going too well. because i keep having to get up to use the loo. after the whole jug’s worth.
in my living room that looks like this…
am i glad to see the header pic or what. (when he finally naps on our sofa)
(well. am restraining myself, by providing you with the bare minimum)
paneer starters that went crunch
chaat in pineapple's clothing
the swans served the chutney
a holi themed party. therefore multi-coloured biriyani:…
the biriyani
the cutlery and the home decor is for t.p.l.’s benefit
the lady at the door
for t.p.l (who loves to look at these things)
t.p.l. are you looking?
t.p.l. i wouldnt have photographed this table if not for you. ok?
hands up — those of you who thought this was all my hard work?
hee haa haaaaaa haaaaaaaahahahhaha.
stuffed pooris and cauliflower sabji — made from a recipe handed down a few generations, from Muzafarnagar, U.P.
yes. it is the same neighbour
…
that would be me.
the last three days i felt like asaaan + 1.
i baby-sat two kids (one 8 year old and a four year old) till 7p.m.
and another neighbour’s kid (5 years old) just dropped in, since he felt he HAD to be part of the “10-unique-screeching-sounds-a-rocket-makes-before-blast-off” and other games.
some key thoughts:
1. once i sit down. some kid will ask for water.
2. i call my own kid by some other kid’s name.
3. baby param gets to ride pillion around the dining table. 17 times.
4. a kid who NEVER naps in the afternoon has fallen asleep on the sofa
5. the kid who swatted a mosquito and drew blood, elicits a round of deep appreciation
6. the kid who swatted a mosquito and drew blood, is still talking about the incident on day 2.
7. that kid was firstborn
8. five kids will sit at the dining table for haldirams bhujjia.
9. very unfamiliar feeling to wash a strange new bum.
10. if i have at some point in time said nasty, rude and defamatory things about Playhouse Disney Channel itakeitbackok.
and this is the shatabdi in the living room.
(hola! chox and bhu and dipster)
(“D“: could this be considered as the food tag that you passed on ages ago)
Was speaking of vadas to TPL. but our household has moved on to the pakoda…
more crunch per munch.
my rating: on a nuanced scale of 1 to 10 .where 1 is mmm and 10 is mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
bajji: 3.82
vada: 5.06
and pakoda: 8.91 (the vada was here. meriting a rating of 8.91 during an earlier post. the pakoda in a deep-fried coup has usurped it’s place)
(title is with apologies to CLR James)
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