The Evolution of communication over digital media.

With the real time communication becoming a very popular means of self expression, there seems to be a new etiquette, or “lingo” so to say being put in place. Also, there is entirely new arrangement as to who communicates to whom.  Some folks love the concepts. Others loathe it, depending on age, gender and geography of the individual, without any consistent trend being applicable.

I could start from the Morse code, and fax but I do not want to dig so deep and beat around the bush. The following are very recent trends.

First and foremost, is the telephone call. It’s called  simply a call now, and is more often used as sync up medium. It is indispensable medium for friends who’re trying to meet up to be used as a coordination tool. Sample this conversation sequence. This does happen. All on a cell phone.

1-1-2012 9:00 PM

Mr. A:Let’s meet up tomorrow, at inorbit mall.

Miss B:sure, 5:00 PM then.  cya!

2-1-2012 4:45 PM

Mr. A:I’m running a little late . will reach by 5:30 PM.

Miss B:No problem, just gimme a missed call when you start.

2-1-2012 6:15 PM

Mr. A gives a call to Miss B, disconnects after a single ring, as a response of which Miss B starts to go to inorbit mall.

2-1-2012 6:30 PM

Miss B: I’ve reached. Come to Costa Cofee. I’m waiting there.

Mr. A: Sure. I’ll take another 5 minutes. cya!

2-1-2012 6:40 PM

Mr. A: Where are you, I don’t see you in Costa cofee.

Miss B: I’m on the end close to center.

Mr. A: Oh I see. I was coming in from the north end. And I see you.

I’m pretty sure Mr. Alexander Graham Bell would not have had the vision to see this kind of use for the device he created. I’m by no means complaining, but in fact noting the use of this voice call’s use. I’m sure if dead folks can see us, he’d be happily grinning up there somewhere.

It also kind of kills the concept of relying on each other. I mean see how soon you’ll call up friend/date on a meet, when you’ve turned up on time, but the other person is late. 5 minutes? 10 maybe. The cell phones have kind of de-valued the importance of other people’s time and plans I feel. It seems so convenient to call up 15 minute before the appointment and say I’ll be late, or not coming at all. Again I’m not suggesting that one has to be on time on all the occasions. Some times, being late is not by choice, but how soon before the appointment is the correct margin to notify the other party of your inability to make it. Cell phones have blurred those margins.

Text/Instant messaging.

Good for times, when you cannot do it on voice. When you need to get reminders, or addresses. People have however developed means to converse over messages too. Blackberry phones and the qwerty key pads are (were) a step in that direction. To enable people to carry out a conversation on text messaging.

Not just those devices, there is a new vocabulary developed to facilitate the expression of the ideas, with minimal effort. Read key presses. The language seems to  be a derivative of English, with all the vowels knocked out, and numbers being used for their phonetic values. The following line is actually something which has a conversational meaning, and is English.

“I hv bn lkng 4wd 2 mtng u.”

The buck certainly doesn’t stop here. The latest in thing is in social networking sites.

Status updates.

With social networking sites being all the rage, the newest trend here is updating what you’re up to with a phrase or a line. People are doing it, and some are doing it really effectively. This kind of communication enables one to be addressing a mass audience, and with that connect, you have a real time encyclopedia with a personal touch. Use it for crowd sourcing your problems, or networking. It’s quite an amazing way to communicate.

Of course there are people who don’t quite get the idea on what’s the use of this scheme. There have been status updates suggesting status updates with a post frequency of 5 mins on the lines of :

    • got up, brushing teeth.
    • taking a bath now. water is too cold.
    • eating breakfast. milk is too warm
    • leaving for school now.
    • Reached, ready for the grind … blah.

All of the preceding technologies are based on a single idea.

As humans, we feel the need, and realize the importance of communication. I cannot emphasize enough on how important I feel communication is. The ability to express one’s idea across, be it with analogies, humor or with supplement actions, leads to a sense of liberation when the point one makes gets across.

I hear you.

I hear you.

Keep talking. 🙂

Where have you been? Making some Punjabi choumeen!

So I had been absent from this blog for quite some time. Ok, A REALLY LONG TIME!

It had been a crazy few months. For I think about a month out of those, I had lived without internet connection at home. That’s quite a feat, I think. Commendable to say the least. I had (not so recently), shifted house, from a well established residential community to a place which was absolutely bare to begin with. I had to do it up from scratch. And do a lot of things, trust me.

It was quite nerving with, and those with weak heart or depression tendencies, be warned. Those who live single, be warned!

*Thanks to all the folks who helped me, stood by me, during the strenuous phase where it seemed (even to me) that I was losing the plot!


Any who, things are much more easy paced now. I believe that I’m back to leading a comfortable existence day-to-day activities do not seem a chore.

So, after quite a stretch of eating regular Indian grub, I was longing for something new, something different, something that’d offer the good ol’ taste buds some sense of excitement. And I decided to make some Chinese food at home.

After a lot of deliberation and consideration I decided to make hakka noodles and chilly paneer.Fair thought, you’d think. I thought so too, till I got to the point of getting and boiling noodles. That was the time i realized i require some spring onions, ajinomoto, and some vegetables I could not possibly procure from my local vegetable vendor. Well, I had two choices . abandon all the processing, and go out to eat some spicy biryani, or stick around and make some thing from those boiled noodles, and whatever stuff I had. I decided the second option. The spicy biryani and me don’t go down so well together. My kitchen will need to be really broke for me to consider having that again . (Yeah once bitten, twice averse).

So, me and the punjabi in me decided to get working. and I put some nice “Yamla Pagla Deewana” soundtrack in the back ground on crazily loud volume. Gulped down a full Pepsi glass. I really needed some nerves to do what i was about to do.

I needed spring onions, I had regular onions : after successfully making “Bhindi do pyaza”, my confidence in onions has increased by leaps and bounds. I believe every dish must have a dash of those shallow fried onions, brown and transparent in color. Though the recipe prescribes, it should be done with only little frying, to induce the taste of somewhat raw onion juice in the dish. Yeah that flavor in authentic Chinese certainly is no tadka.

So I did, and I had some vegetables. I needed peas, capsicum and cauliflower and cabbage shred to make some nice Hakka noodles. I had some Beans, carrots and apple gourd (tinda).

Close enough!

I cooked it just like I would make some nice gravy. without spices, and the turmeric routine. Some similarity had to be maintained. 🙂

Next up I needed some soy sauce and vinegar. Absolute essential to getting that tangy taste.

What I had > Amchur(dried mango powder) and lime juice! Will do, I thought to myself. Anything that can save me from that sorry excuse for a biryani.

And i cooked, and cooked with an unfaltering belief that I’d make something edible.

This is what it looked like. This is one of the best examples of the popular sayings, “appearances can be deceptive“:


My two hot flatmates.

Friends back at home have repeatedly wanted to see pictures of my guitar.Here they are (yes folks, I have two) , and aren’t they hot ? Presenting for the very first time……..


The small handy guitar I use to catch newer tunes


This is the first guitar I’ve ever played on. It’s a cut shaped concert guitar. Even now, many a songs I cannot play on my other guitar come easily to me on this. Babe’s a gift from a friend of mine from college.

The guitar with the deep sound.


Pluto is the guitar I fell in love with despite the fact that there were Yamahas and Fenders around it at the music shop. After playing all those guitars, somehow the sound of this hottie appealed to me the most, and I got her home 😉




Don’t they co-exist in such nice harmony. If only life were like that!

Warning : This post shall not be held responsible if your monitor screen burns out due to the sheer hotness. You have been warned!!

Peace out.

Ready – not a review.

*Big fat disclaimer : This post just speaks about the movie “ready”, and by no means should be considered as a finger pointed at Salman Khan. As far as I’m concerned, I consider myself as a fan, and he’s a great man. I loved dabaang, and many others.

Read the bold points and get a picture.

Then read the details.

Did mommy not tell you to read between the lines! 🙂


My 2 cents on the Salman starrer “ready”.


Remarkable effort

Salman Khan had taken onto himself the grand task of making a movie which is more commendable than Farha Khan’s teesmarkhan, and by the looks of it, he sure seems ready for it. He’s served up an ace that probably will not be surpassed, I’m sure till the time I breathe and kick.


Intellectually high

I would have loved to put up a review up here, but the story seemed too complex for me to grasp with my limited intelligence. Maybe, I should see a ‘Telugu dubbed version’.


Love for Sallu, and mankind

I would take this opportunity to reach out to all the eligible girls. One of you, please go marry him and keep him real busy. Or he might start working on a sequel to Ready. Now I’m sure that kind of effort (getting into the skin of character, and the mental research), might severely hurt our dearest Sallu (and the mankind).


Inspiring Movie

I was inspired to do things. I never thought I could multi task. Now I know I can.

Things to do while watching Ready :

  • Write a blog post.
  • Do your taxes.
  • Run around in the hall, and lose some weight.
  • Watch Teesmarkhan on your hand held 😀



The jokes in the movie sort of reminded me of my college days. The days of the double meanings, arbit bakar and grand claims. I’m sure college kids would feel right at home, and say “we see all this every day in our canteen. Why pay money to watch it all over”


Complete Package – bole to paisa vasool

This movie has it all. Tragedy, Emotion, Drama. Only problem is you never realise when are they dished out. I mean it was so difficult to suppress a smile, when the baddie kids knock down their grampa, and the Emotional sons knock down their sons. It was meant to be choking moment. Why was I laughing? Because it was “the end”


Story of all Indian swimming pools.

I’ve come across loads of posts classifying orkut users into some funny category or the other. Inspired by the same, I hereby dissect people seen in swimming pools.

story of a swimming pool

This holds true for every swimming pool I’ve ventured into. The people in the pool can be classified into these sets,  and these sets are found everywhere, with the exception of those die hard sports club pools. For, my discussion, let’s just focus on normal pools, say in your society,  or your chill out club. These are the categories of people that can certainly be spotted in there.

Length lappers

  • The ones who actually want to “swim”.
  • Busy doing their laps, (lengthwise laps) they seem to be following a rigours routine and seem very good at it.
  • Mostly, they come to the pool alone.
  • Their usage of the pool is about 30 mins – 45 mins


  • They are the loudest ones out there.
  • Their idea of being in the swimming pool is to have a nice chat with friends.
  • They hang around at the edges of a pool, and never arrive to the premises without the company of those other socialiser friends.
  • They usually use the premises for an hour, even more on holidays.

Kids being forced to learn how to swim.

  • Are usually pushed by parents who feel it’s a good activity for them.
  • Would be driven to the pool whereas the parents would sit on the easy chair outside, admiring the capabilities of their own flesh and blood.
  • They are seen grumpy faced. Usually in groups of three and four, swarming around the swimming coach, and being yelled at by him.
  • They painfully hang in the pool for like an hour, after which they just pop out as though being released from captivity.

“Newly in  Love” birds

  • They hang out in the pool to be with each other and in proximity.
  • They keep on perfecting each others strokes, and usually seem all giggles.
  • They hangout in pairs, at the very edges of the pool, only to be occasionally disturbed by the “lappers”
  • Their usage chart varies from day to day. Happy to do it for 30 mins one day to 2 hours on others.

Perennial swimmers.

  • They are there to beat the heat/lose fat cause Pippa Middleton said she keeps in shape by swimming (seriously?)
  • They hang out in the pool, don’t swim much, but are the most content of the people out there.
  • Their swimming session usually lasts for over a few hours.

The “Ace” Coachers

  • They like to give out instructions to every swimming soul they come across.
  • They themselves don’t swim much, but are “masters” when it comes to technique.
  • They follow the other swimmer who’s trying to learn it herself/himself.

The game players

  • They usually hang in groups of 3-4.
  • Always conjure up some fun game like “find the coin”, or “get on the float”, or “human pyramid”.
  • Are the happiest lot out there.
  • Are the obstacles to the “lappers”

The peeping toms.

  • Although not guaranteed to be in every pool out there (this one’s a dying breed 🙂 ), they are in the pool to catch some honeys.
  • Seen in close zones to wherever a lone and attractive girl is swimming.

A reunion, after more than five years – part 2.

Continuation from trip to bangalore.

It was raining cats and dogs. All of us somehow managed to scamper inside the peltering rain. After what seemed like a phenomenal work out, we settled into a small but comfortable dining table. So people needed drinks, and coolant needed food. We ordered stuff, and Jack Daniels tower and chicken sampler.

It was then that the mood was made (thanks to good weather and nice grub). Plans (as to what needs to be done later) were flying around. First we decided to swim, and then to go for a drive to some place called nice highway. Eventually, we decided to go to Mr. SS’s home and try out his “much talked about” cocktails. I was sure they’d be awesome, cause he has cooked for me when we were in college, and I was the brat. He was quite handy with horlics and tea, so we were shooting for his forte : “drinks”

Some shopping and after rounding up other people, we head up straight to Mr. SS’s house.

His house is beautiful.

Very nicely furnished, just as I would like to. I felt right at home. Nice and comfortable. He showed us around and he showed me his balcony that overlooked a graveyard. “Very interesting”, I thought, and soaked in the cool breeze that was due to heavy rain’s after effects.

I noticed an imported grill (the very expensive variety) lying around in the balcony. Now the thing about Salujas is that they love their grills, and no doubt, I was thinking in terms of cooking up some snacks while Mr. SS would whip out his cocktail magic.

This was the plan, decided by the moment.

We did our bits and pretty soon, had chicken, fish and paneer(cottage cheese) tit bits going. With nice drinks and grub in the house, the spirits soared really high.There were some old videos (ladiez sangeet), and nice old college photos that got us all so nostalgic and amused that for a moment, we felt (at least I did) we were back in college. Whoa. That video is worth some money now. For those who are witness to it, you know what kind of emotions it can evoke.

The talented people (we had a drummer, and a guitarist in the house) got to doing their bits, and they did  their bits, told some silly stories. It was SMIT, after five long years and it was unfurling right before my eyes. Mr. PS, and UR jammed, and I decided to lend my vocals.

I must have gotten a little misty eyed.

Here’s a video people, a glimpse of how it was. First video job by me, listen to it with decent headphones, and not in office, please 🙂



All’s well that ends well ! There were a few hiccups too, specifically the misunderstanding wih Mr. AD. Just wanted to catch up, buddy. Rest was all loud mouth, you know how I am 🙂

Mrs. AG : Next time provide us the pleasure of your own, and Mr. AG’s company.

For the ones who’d know what I’m talking about here : Yes, we(some lucky ones) did get to see the famous wave, by Mr. NS. Trip totally worth it. Enough said!

A reunion, after more than five years – part 1

I did some spontaneous travelling this weekend.

Most of the time, we make plans, try to rope in friends and people, and redraw the plans on drawing board when it comes to travelling. I decided, after running through an ordinary week, that I needed to visit this “so raved about” city called banglore (or bengaluru, to be politically correct). Anyone from banglore will just talk adoringly about it for hours, and I must admit the hype might have lead me on to having a certain set of expectations.

Any ways, I called up this college friend of mine, Mr. PS and told him I felt like dropping in. He was quite agreeable to the idea, and he immediately asked me to come on over, like this very weekend.The only problem, it seems was that getting tickets on such short notice would be quite a daunting task, and that “train”, my preferred way of commuting was out of the window.

Reluctantly at first, I got the bus tickets done. Now, doing an overnight journey, I prefer to have a good night’s sleep so a bus kind of loses the plot because of the amount of leg space it offers. Also the bumps in the middle of the road can hamper the sleeping prospects of many a sound sleeper. Me and a couple of friends have seen the tyranny of the bus. That in fact turned out bloody.

So I ventured out to the “hyped city” on my own, with just a bare minimum expectation : to meet my college friend, Mr. PS.

I felt so welcome. The bonds of college are thicker than water.

I generally would never have anticipated such a coming together, but it happened. Without having any sort of concrete plans with any of my other batch mates, me and Mr. PS decided to drop right in to Mr. UR’s crib. From what I have come to know, that seems to be the bangalore’s “party central”. I went in and I immediately realised, how comfortable, and big it is. Also I never realised it till date, but Mr. UR is a gadget freak of the highest order. I used to believe that I am on an extreme level when it comes to using, and possessing gadgets, but I’m merely a kid in the woods. I was awed by the droids, and the ipads, and the over powering bass ….. 🙂 . Even the car’s woofer was solid. Just a little out of tune. I enjoyed the music (I think Mr. UR did too) so much that we managed to get Mr. DSG up to get a head butt with car’s roof ! I think if had it been a convertible, Mr. DSG might have launched into orbit. 🙂

Mr. DSG was the biggest surprise package for me. This bugger has relocated from Gurgaon to B’lore, and all I have to say is, B’lore people, beware ! Be very very aware, this animal is most risky after the sun goes down.

Mr. SS, who visits Hyderabad often for reasons close to heart, dropped in to Mr. UR’s house, and so did Mr. NS. I think the writing was there on the cards ….. this house is going to be brought down tonight. 5 years later, the B-block from SMIT, ground level and first level, was assembling slowly but surely, and each one of them was equipped with certain weapons of mass destruction. 😉

Initial hiccups due to lack of planning.

It was bright and sunny (read humid) in B’lore when me and Mr. PS drove up till Mr. UR’s house. So much so that I got fed up of the ride (and I wasn’t even driving). Really, I believe it takes a lot of heart for people in B’lore to keep driving. I guess that is why they seem grumpy otherwise. I’m beginnig to see a corelation between the badness of traffic and people’s mood. I mean, see Gurgaon, B’lore is like a mid point between Hyderabad and Gurgaon. The only saving grace might be the nice weather once one rolls down the window. People in Hyderabad seem the happiest lot, because traffic is much more relaxed. Heck even I like to drive in Hyderabad. I don’t think I have the nerve to drive in B’lore though. It is horrible period.

So, after much deliberating on weather to order in or eat out, we decided to go to TGIF, Mr. SS promoted it as his own venture :). That is where we decided to brain storm on what to do next.

My comfort zone – and attempt to step out from it.

This is oddest thing, I think, as I compose this post. I look at it, and feel as though I need a new challenge. Although this is definitely not anything spectacular, as the things I mentioned in my previous post, it seems as though it might require quite some effort on my part.

For starters, let me shed some light on the problem. I feel I’ve been on facebook too much, and although it’s not really a problem per say, I have kind of taken to it like a fish to a pond. Especially after I relocated. Although, I feel the recent push-mail + fb messages are the major culprit, but I’m not keen on any analysis of the root cause here. I used to be totally off it, and now it seems I’m living a life in there.

Yes, I admit there’s a party going on in there, but I’d like to step out and catch some fresh air. So, here’s me saying that I’ll be off facebook for some days to come. I do not know beforehand how long my break would be, but I’m hoping that I at least make it ten days from now on.


So this is my out of office message, out on vacation.

I’ll catch up on reading, writing my blog, watching movies, cycling, and going out, but going to be off facebook limits, for at least 10 days.

So long!

Symbian walking the thin line. Android, iOS or Win7?

It seems the time of usability amongst current cell phones, and the upcoming variants is declining at an amazing pace. Sample this, my phone usage trends :

  1. My first phone, a Nokia 3510 lasted me 3.5. years,
  2. The next Kyocera something was a bad buy, and was discarded in 2 months. Let’s just ignore this.
  3. Sony Ericsson w810, my family also got the taste of the same, and we still dote on it. I hated it at times, and loved it on other occasions. I had to move forward, but I used it for 2 good years. Still think, it was the best music phone (sheer sound), and best camera I have ever bought.
  4. Samsung i450. Nice phone, lasted for 1.5 years. Music library was ahead of it’s times. Sounded great. Camera was nothing to be proud of.
  5. Nokia X6. Loved ovi maps, ovi music, the 5MP camera and the touch screen. Have used maps to quite an extent. Very recently used to route my car through villages and highways. Certainly useful features, finding it difficult to live without these now. Of course, there was music !! Have been using this for 10 months now. This phone seems neither here nor there to me now.


Nokia took a tumble.

For various reasons. X6 has been falling short of expectations for me. Things seemed further exaggerated when it came to my knowledge that Nokia mail does not play well with Exchange server, which is the only way to access mails at my new workplace.

Symbian seems dated when it comes to integration with Social Networking Sites, and the videos that can be played on the device also need to be transcoded first. Another deterrent for watching a movie on the move. Also, I’ve seen the Music Library navigation on some of the Droids, and the omnipresent HTC Mozart :), they seem innovative. The UI seems extremely responsive and fancy.

Maybe I’m just jealous  when I see people around me juggling Social Networking and work while sipping on cold coffee in Barista! Maybe I think it’s useful. Who can tell?

I was actually quite content using my X6, heck I even found ActiveSync, and did get a way (albeit kludgy) to access Exchange server at work. The phone was not the most elegant in the past few weeks(lot’s of reboots, and countless task kills), and one fine day the phone gave up on me. Just a random day, there was no network!

There have been no physical tumbles around that time, although I admit, in the past I have been dropping my phone at a rate of one fall a month. To be very clear, these are the types of falls that result in the case opening, battery and the back lid popping and flying out in different directions! The gentle nudges/brushes against walls and other surfaces occur almost once a week. Fortunately, the touch screen has lived on.


I have no clue what might have gone wrong. Sure it was not a impact related problem. I used it to make some calls in the morning, and pocketed it. By afternoon, it was zonked out. Maybe, I was pushing my X6 too hard.

I’ve given it for repairs, and it still is under warranty. From what I know, a phone post repairs is not really as fit as it should be. It might work, or it might spring up more problems. Let’s see. It’s scheduled to be in the pit for 10 days. After that, if it works good, I’ll stick to it. If it makes me take it to Nokia care in less than a couple of months, I’ll be getting me a new phone. Probably an android, on Sony Ericsson hardware! Or HTC.

OK enough fantasising! I’ll see if and when it happens.

Update : Nokia care called me back in 2 days (instead of 10), and have provided me with brand new handset. They reckon the problems I was facing were due to a faulty motherboard, and thought it’d be better to change the entire phone. Looks like I’ll  be using my Nokia X6 for some time to come now.

Bringing on the good times.

Ever since I’ve moved into Malaysian Township, I’ve always wanted to fire up my kitchen and cook me a meal. Overcoming many a hurdles, like procuring a gas stove, obtaining a gas cylinder, I made it to the point where I could manage to make some snacks, breakfast and other absolutely essential things in the first week itself. But never had I cooked a meal. The reason ? Cooking alone is such a drab. Also, to make a meal, one requires small quantities of lots of things. I decided to play “the lazy bum”.

Then came the long weekend. The three day weekend, due to the south Indian new year. The one in which I decided I’ll stay at home and set it up, have the things ready to have my kitchen humming (or I could have gone to Bangalore). By the end of the day two, I had done most of that, and day three seemed like a perfect day to start cooking the meals.

There was an interesting set of developments though during that weekend.

  1. India managed to win the world cup on day one. (Yo… )
  2. My cousin had given birth to a perfectly healthy, and a very cute looking baby boy (Yipee… ) on day two.
  3. Day three was Ugaadi. It’s like a new year in South India.

By the end of day two, I was feeling so upbeat, that I decided that instead of having the kitchen off to a elegant but tame kick off, I’ll have it roar and start with a blast ! I decided to launch it open with a house-warming party which I had been planning around here and there. I invited some friends over.

In the morning, I noticed my in box had been buzzing with activity, and I was expecting a guest count of 10 people. Now the situation was such that I have never cooked for so many people. Also my last cooking adventure was a fiasco, and people wouldn’t touch my creation with a 10 ft. stick, because they feared it might electrocute them. So feeling a bit out of sorts, I decided to face my fears and do it. I could have ordered, but I promised these people I’d cook for them.

And I bit the bullet.

My plan to  the day was that I’d get the house thoroughly cleaned up by the maid, in the morning, after which I’ll get stuff to use, eat and decorate. Well, that day being new year, the maid conveniently decided to take it off (I was not even informed).

Never mind, I thought to myself. It is a big festival. To have the show go on, I decided to do the cleaning myself. Never mind the increase in effort here. There was the point when I realised that water taps had also decided to take a break. When I called the Facilities, I was told that there was some repair work going on near my block. (I was the marked man for the day 😉 ). With no definite time frame to have this work finished, my cleaning plans were thrown off track. I had to improvise, so I used packaged water to mop, and clean my toilets. Talk about vanity !!

After doing all that, I decided to focus on the main task at hand. I had to cook. I had decided to make “butter chicken” (A nice, spicy, rich indian gravy), for those eating non vegetarian, and “Kadhai paneer” (Cottage cheese in capsicum and onion mix) for people who were vegetarians. The ratio of non veg people to veg people got skewed big time to favour vegetarians as the new year was accompanied by some days called “Navratris” (Days of abstinence, Hindu version 🙂 ) .

I went out to get the raw materials. When I got back, I realised I was running late by an hour. Thankfully, to one of the guests, I had specifically told to be on time. I knew for certain the others would be running late, so I wasn’t really panicking. So this person, Mr. R.A shows up bang on time, and I explain to him the state of my current affairs. He was great and kind hearted, and he offered to make some “dal” (pulses), which I had decided that I’ll order. He started, and I must admit, hosting a party is always so much better with a co-host (sigh!).

Cruise mode on

With the presence of a friend (and he knew how to cook!). The things began to happen, thick and fast. We whipped out the gravy for the chicken, and I started to progress towards making the cheese dish, Pretty soon we were from tomatoes and onions to nice smelling puree. Also, exactly then other people decided to show up.

I suddenly remembered there was no booze in the house. Since I don’t drink, collect, etc. I’ve once used Vodka to effective use as a cleaning solution :). (Yeah, I clean toilets with packaged water, so this should not come as any surprise !!!) I asked this other friend, MR. RK and Mr. AA to fetch some things and whatever booze for me. They also obliged (I’m so thankful to both of them). Soon we had everything rounded up, and the music playing loud and nice. The atmosphere kept getting better, and we all chatted up nice and easy. These people belong to the same college as me, so we had that bit of common ground.

House full of engineers ! yay!


  • My nicely laid out table and make shift coffee table were left unperturbed. The conversation was so engrossing that people did not bother getting up to eat. In the end, I decided to serve them on the floor itself.

    Table laid out, before and after

    Dining table.

  • When the food was eventually dished out and sampled by the connoisseurs :), I got a major thumbs up! So much so, that I affected one of the vegetarian guy to try it out. I’m not going to let the name out here, because we signed a Non Disclosure Agreement. My lips are sealed. Another emphatic embracer of Navratri routine decided to chuck the concept and he went at the chicken big time. :). I think I’ll put the picture of what was there on the serving dishes. It’ll give a better idea.
    Butter chicken

    Saluja ka dhabba - Butter chicken

    Kadhai Paneer - Saluja ka dhabba

  • The dal was made with a technique which I was not aware of till now. Now I am. It was good. End result : that was polished off too! Finally, the ice cream brought over by yet another of the kind hearted guest (Mr. TP), was consumed with as much vigour as one can exhibit.
  • In the end I think, the party went off quite well. We bonded, had a good time, and left happy.

    The king of Good times


I had a good time. The house might be nice and ornate otherwise, but with friends and people, it really comes alive. Here’s hoping we have many such events in the coming future. Cheers