I cooked last night. It is a good activity to do in these recessionary times* (read no late nights in office). I can now proudly say that after having mastered the art of cooking bhindi and fried eggplant, I can also make some really good aloo subzi. Next on the agenda is keema and then chicken curry.

p.s. One should also contain the enthusiasm for one's cooking. Between dinner and lunch today, I ate approx. 500 gms of potatoes. Burp!

*Apart from saving costs otherwise incurred by partying, socializing, delivery menus, it lowers guilt quotient of not going to the gym regularly and yet managing a 'healthy' lifestyle (little less of junk food)

Sunset at Miramar

Sunsets never fail to amaze me, what with their innumerable variables that contribute to making one, it is almost certain that dusk will never be the same as another. I took this on a recent trip to Goa. For most parts of the trip, the camera was left behind in the hotel room. The only time I couldn't resist bringing it along was when I was sure of a sunset I could behold. Took this at Miramar and no, there is no photoshopping here (though the urge was strong). The hues and saturated colors are as a result of fiddling with the various options on the camera, and is one of the many I was able to take before the batteries died out on me. I felt the snap turned out quite poignant, more in retrospect, since whenever I have a camera in hand, I am as greedy as a pig to get as many shots as possible with the result that I sometimes miss the 'natural' beauty I could experience.

p.s. Since, the frequency of posts on both this and the photoblog is as irregular as has been the past year, I am now planning to only continue posting on this blog, pictures, words, et all...Also, I have gone back to black, as before, hoping that the change in someway inspires me to be regular.

p.p.s. I was very tempted to title this 'Apocalypse Now'

2nd post in a day!!!

I have missed this blog. I have missed using it as a board to vent out words I never thought could be heard. I miss checking it as a daily routine, waiting to read the comments and respond to them. I miss my own words.

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After all the surroors, tandoori nights and khuda-bidas of emraan hashmi (no offence), Hindi film music* does seem to have turned a corner. Listen to Dev D and Dilli che.

*discounting Slumdog Crorepati for obvious reasons

For a very long time now I feel the words getting stuck in my heart, rarely any of them feeling the pleasure of being run along the full length of my tongue. It threatens to burst forth some day. And then it will be gibberish.