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Gol gappe for men
Gone are the days when someone (some male) can surely say that women love Gol Gappas. Well ofcourse we do!! But eventually men have also discovered the flavour and goodness. To give a little background – gol gappas are quite popular dish in India. They are found in all states, Union Terretories and Islands (atleast on all I have been to) of India. They are called by a variety of names – Pani Puri, Gol Gappe, Pani ke Batashe, Gup Chup, Puchka, amongst the popular few – depending on the geographical location. The preparation varies slightly as well depending on the preferred taste of the region. Basically, you need to…
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I don’t understand abuses
I totally agree that abusing someone gives so much satisfaction. Even better when I am a girl – who is supposed to not even know such words. Don’t judge me if I abuse – this is required to interact with people who understand only that language. You see – communication is two way. However I seriously discourage abusing otherwise. That is the worst you can do. Coming onto the topic – I really don’t understand abuses. What is the matter with fucking? Just take a relative, add fucking and voila – you get an abuse. People grow up!! Take a personal tip from me – don’t use these words. Explain…
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Guys and their hair
I love my hair. For the love of God and Satan combined, I do. I don’t care if I don’t wash my face one day but I care deeply if something happens to even one strand on my head. I like them long and strong. Of course it means that I try a lot of oils and shampoos. Sometimes, actually most times, it doesn’t help. But then again often I wonder what would I do with my long hair? As in currently I do have sufficiently long hair but every time I wash them, I don’t have any option but to keep them open or to tie a braid. Those…
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I did the unimaginable !!!!!
Life is all about extending your comfort zone.. going out there in the unknown and mastering it. It is very simple to do something you know but it is extremely difficult to make something you don’t know, simple. Well naturally, blogging is something that comes naturally to me. It gives me immense pleasure to pen down (type) my thoughts and let them generate a flow of imagination. Yet, sometimes.. just one of those times.. I like to venture into the unknown and do what I don’t usually do. This time, I did something really unimaginable!! The story begins that due to some really amazing mobile network providers (sarcasm .. since…
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The precious Elbow
Once or twice now, I have asked people to wear helmets. When they were only travelling the nearby areas, they felt helmet was unnecessary and it is only required when travelling long distances. Further if you insist that helmets should be worn even for the smallest of distances being travelled on road, they would reply that they drive carefully. Well, to all those people and everyone who thinks similarly – 1. Helmets are for the protection of yourself – specifically your skull. The traffic police personnel who fined you for not wearing one or I, who keeps bothering you with such trivial information, have nothing to gain from you wearing…
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Finding God
No, this is not an article about God. No, this is not a spoof on God. And yes, the title was meant to be read like ‘Finding Nemo’ or ‘Finding Dory’. Recently through a new game that I have adopted, I involved myself into quite a survey on the NH8 highway connecting Delhi and Gurgaon. The game involved finding any reference to Lord Krishna (image or text) during the one hour journey that i took everyday on the same route from my home to office. Well, I started onto this game with just fun and some faith. I only thought that in a country like ours where God is more…
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The one for whom I compose this Song
A pinch of right and a pinch of wrong Is the one for who I compose this song He’s bitter, He’s sour But maybe that’s the flavors of his heart He’s dedicated, He’s divine But maybe its just his less known part His journey is not this short; it is rather long Of the one for who I compose this song So much pain is in there In the heart that he bears Yet I see him smile Even when nothing good he hears Never had a friend, did he for very long The one for who I compose this song At times he can get greedy Wanting more than…