Zindagi Rockz

Well, my mom is the best cook in the world.. Of course everyone thinks their mom is Tarla Dalal.. So do I.. And staying away from one's mother sort of makes one realise the value of food cooked by your mother.. So coming to my mom's cooking, while she is a superb cook, all her dishes are prepared with 'less' salt basically to suit my dad's palate who hates being served food with too much salt.. And whenever I visit my parents, my mom cooks all my favourite dishes (without salt).. So the scene is something like this.. I'm hungry and my mom serves me lunch.. And I'm just waiting to savour the food.. It's only when I have put the first morsel of food in my mouth that I realise that the gravy though superb is having less salt.. After grumbling to myself I go to the the kitchen and add some salt in my food and then continue eating.. This was exactly my experience after reading the first few pages of Chetan Bhagat's latest novel.. I was eagerly awaiting...

For the past two days, Social Media is filled with people trolling Shobha De because she happened to make a remark about the Indian contingent representing our nation at the Rio 2016 Olympics.. Her tweet seems to have hurt the sentiments of the nation.. Of course we're also marching towards our 70th Independence Day which has probably increased the feeling of patriotism among us.. Whatever be the reason, I'm still trying to figure what is it about her tweet that has offended the people around.. Agreed that her remark was downright mean and inconsiderate.. But then it was just a casual remark.. Like people telling me casually that I'm fat.. I don't feel offended and troll those people on social media.. I just block them.. From my life.. Heh heh heh.. Coming back to the point, I have a couple of questions for all those people who are offended by Ms De's tweet.. So tell me, did you hear of Dipa Karmakar prior to this year's Olympics? Do you follow any other sp...

As I watch the tears streaming down your face and your failed attempt at trying to wipe your tears and assuming people around haven't noticed that you've been crying, I'm taken back to all those times when I've been so upset and have cried unabashedly without bothering about what the people around will think or say.. Today when I watch you cry I want to reach out to you and comfort you and tell you that it's all gonna be alright.. However, we're conditioned to 'ignore' such situations.. More importantly, tears and sad situations scare us.. We're a fickle race and just want to be around people for the fun times.. Tears and depression and all those negative feelings are to be dealt with alone.. And of course we don't venture into strangers' personal lives.. So I just watch you cry your heart out.. But I hope that wherever you are, you realise that your tears are as valuable as you.. So when you decide to shed them for someone make sure the pe...

In the run up to the most awaited 'Day' in February, the radio and social media was filled with promos regarding how to 'celebrate' the day of love.. It would make me gag when I heard/read stuff like 'Come, let's celebrate the month/week of LOVE'.. Jeez!! I'm not exactly the 'romantic' types.. Don't get me wrong.. I do care about the people in my life.. Just that I don't need a 'day' to tell them that I love them.. They're supposed to see it in the things I do for them.. And my memories of Valentine's day are limited to checking out what colored clothes classmates/college mates were dressed in on that day.. Because apparently each colour signified a meaning.. So while I would stick to 'safe' colours like yellow or white, I wouldn't waste an opportunity to bug an unsuspecting classmate who was dressed in red or pink signifying they're in a relationship or interested to be in one.. Talk about cheap thrill...

Apparently, people get offended when you give them a dose their own medicine. Of course, this time I went overboard and gave this person a whole bottle. So I get why this someone is hurt/offended/insulted.. Anyway.. It never fails to amuse/baffle and sometimes even piss me off.. So people get to do as they please, say what they want but the moment you decide to stop putting up with their crap, you're labelled a 'villain'.. I guess I've been called some other names, things that I can't type because I don't want to defile my blog space.. But you get the drift, don't you? So the issue was this colleague would make remarks about my weight and call me 'fat' and such things.. On most occasions I wouldn't bother.. Because I've noticed that the people making comments about another person's looks/dressing sense are often insecure about their own.. So, I don't usually take such comments to heart.. This time however, he caught me at the wrong...

Well, I'm not really a fan of love stories.. Much less the mushy ones.. But people seemed to be going gaga over the book and the characters so much that it made me want to read the book.. It's a beautifully written story that touches your heart.. And it makes one think a lot.. I felt all those emotions that the characters were going through.. It was like the protagonist was telling only ME her story.. But the book touched me for reasons other than the obvious ones The book speaks about kids who're battling cancer.. It's a very simple story about how a guy and a girl meet and become friends and spend a lot of time and bond over a lot of activities.. It truly is a nice feeling to see the friendly banter between Hazel and Augustus.. And it's a beautiful feeling to watch their love bloom.. But for me the most touching moment was when Hazel has a near death experience and her mother says to Hazel's father, 'I won't be a mother anymore'.. That line k...

The first person that comes to my mind when I hear the word 'teacher', is my mother.. For all of us, our mothers are our first teachers.. They are the ones that teach us everything.. They are the ones who are there with us.. Always.. For as long as I can remember my mom was the most important person in my life.. She was my first friend.. My playmate.. She then was promoted to being my confidante.. I have been lucky to have someone as open minded as her for a mother, since I could tell her absolutely anything.. I mean 'anything'.. So while the general assumption is that girls are closer to their fathers, for me my mum has been my source of strength for as long as I can remember.. Incidentally, my mother also happens to be a teacher.. And a popular one.. I know for a fact that scores of her students and their parents hold her in high esteem.. She is that good.. And today I'm just at a loss for words and I can't articulate how I actually feel.. whatever I am ...