Tuesday, 23 December 2014


-RAJASTHANI CUISINE                              


For Gatte (dumplings):
1 cup besan (gram flour)  
1/8 tsp ajwain (carom seeds)
1/2 tsp haldi (turmeric powder)
1 tsp dhania powder (coriander powder)
1 tsp dhania (chopped coriander)
1 tsp mirchi powder (chilli powder)
Salt to taste
2 tbsp oil
Water to make dough

For Gravy:
2 small cups dahi (curd), beaten
1 tbsp besan (gram flour)
4 to 6 kadi patta (curry leaves)
1 tsp jeera (cumin seeds)
1/2 tsp rai (mustard seeds)
1/2 tsp saunf (fennel seeds)
1/4 tsp hing (asafoetida)
1 tejpatta (bayleaf)
1 laung (clove) 
1/4 tsp haldi (turmeric powder)
2 tsp mirchi (chilli powder)
2 tsp dhania (coriander) powder
1 chopped onion (optional)
2 tbsp oil
salt to taste


1. Mix all the ingredients as mentioned for gatte or dumplings.
2. Knead smooth and stiff dough by gradually adding water.
3. Grease your palms with oil, divide the dough into 7-8 equal portions and roll each portion into long cylindrical shape.
4. Cut the rolls into small pieces.
5. Boil the pieces for 8-10 mins.
6. Strain it and keep aside.
7. Take curd in a bowl and add chilly powder, turmeric powder, coriander powder, besan and salt.
8. Mix it. This mixture will be used for gravy.
9. Heat 1-tbsp oil (or ghee) in a pan. Add chopped pieces and shallow fry them for 2-minutes. Transfer them to a plate.
10. Heat 1-tbsp oil. Add mustard seeds. When it crackles add cumin seeds, fennel seeds, asafoetida, bayleaf and clove. Add chopped onion and saute it till it turns golden brown. Then pour the prepared mixture for gravy.
Mix well and cook untill the oil comes to the surface.
11. Add the fried gatte or dumplings to the gravy. Cook for 2-3 mins.
12. Garnish with coriander leaves. 

Serve it with roti, paratha, phulka or any type of Indian flat bread or rice in lunch or dinner. Enjoy! :-)


O my dear fear,

I had never seen you, never met you
Still you were there..
Surrounding me in your arms
Protecting me in your cover..

This is what a bird thinks
Living inside a golden cage..
Outside she go, she will fall
That cage is her world and her all..

O fear O fear, I always wanted to meet you dear..
But when I met, you disappeared
You were an illusion, never truly here
Had been faking all these years..

Now I Live on the other side of you..
Facing you was the only thing I had to do
Beyond you I am Happy, Free and True
O fear O fear, my faith killed you dear!


Sunday, 16 November 2014

Thank You!

Punish Yourself for the Wrongs you do…
Praise Yourself for the Rights you do…
I have been doing the first part and left the second one for you…
Aah Darling! You Love me so much,
Never left me doing the first part alone… Thank you!


Wednesday, 24 September 2014


26th January 2001, Surat
One day before Republic day on 25th Jan night I was discussing with my parents an incident narrated to me by my cousin. My cousin told me that sometimes it happens that the ground shakes, and when the shaking is very intense it can be hazardous as it can lead to collapsing of houses / buildings etc.  I never heard or saw anything like that before. I was just 8 years old. So I wanted to know does it really happen. My parents did not answer me clearly fearing that I will have unpleasant dreams. So I slept leaving my question unanswered.
Next day was holiday as it was 26th January i.e. Republic day. I woke up at 8, came to the drawing hall and started watching cartoon with my brother who was already there. My mom was making breakfast for us in the kitchen. Suddenly we heard some noise. We saw that the spoons stand on the dining table was shaking. In a second or two the sofa on which I was sitting started shaking. My brother opened the door and saw that all the people were shouting “Bhukamp!! Bhukamp!!” and running down the building. My mom asked us to run and she went inside to wake my dad up. He was busy sleeping, enjoying his break from office. My dad in sleep was shouting on my brother “Let me sleep, don’t jump on the bed” hahaha my dad thought that the bed was shaking because of my brother.  Till that time my brother saved his life by reaching on the ground. And where was I??? I was still there in the drawing hall waiting for my mom and dad to come. My mom and dad came out running, dad picked me up and we ran down the stairs and finally got out of the building.
After we got out, my mom dad and my brother started staring at me with wide open shocked eyes. What I was talking yesterday was in front of us live today.  Was it some kind of coincidence? Or Do I have a “Kali zubaan” as they call in Hindi? I don’t know.

I got the answer of my question. “Answer with experience”. :-x 

Tuesday, 23 September 2014

From tomorrow "Navratri" is starting. Its a festival dedicated to the worship of the Hindu deity "Godess Durga".
"Nav-ratri" means "Nine-Nights"
Navratri is celebrated in myriad ways, by the Hindus across India.
While in the western state of Gujarat, its a nine-day carnival, with glowing city lights, scintillating dance performances and grooving music. The performance of Garba, a popular folk dance of Gujarat, is the highlight of the celebrations of Navratri in the state.
I have always loved dancing to the beats of garba and dandiya since my childhood. :D

After Navratri we have many festivals coming in October like Dussehra, Diwali and Bhai-Dooj.
So, I thought of sharing Sevaiyan/Vermicelli Kheer Recipe, a Indian dessert made during festive occasion!

So here we go....



Sevaiyan/ Vermicelli- 1/2 cup
Milk- ½ L
Mithai Mate- 2 tsp
Sugar- 4 tbsp or ½ cup
Clarified butter/ Desi ghee- 1 tbsp
Cardamom Powder- 1½ tsp
Dryfuits of your choice:
Cashew nuts- 8 (roasted and chopped)
Almonds- 8-10 (roasted and chopped)
Chironjee/ Buchanania lanzan- 2 tsp
Dates- 1-2 or 1tsp (deseeded and chopped small)
Raisins- 2 tsp (soaked in lukewarm water. This helps in swelling them up)


  1. Heat clarified butter/ghee in a pan. Now add the sevaiyan (vermicelli) and roast it on a medium flame till it turn golden brown.
  2. Pour milk in the pan and let it come to a boil first.
  3. Then lower the flame and let it simmer, add sugar, cardamom powder and mix well.
  4. Let the seviyan(vermicelli) kheer simmer for 5-7 minutes till it gets cooked and the milk thickens a little. Mithai mate or condensed milk can be added to enhance the taste and thickness.
  5. Add the roasted chopped dryfruits and switch off the gas.
Serve the sevaiyan/vermicelli kheer hot, warm or cold. In anyway you like :)

Sunday, 7 September 2014




1. EGGS- 4
3. SUGAR- 500gm
4. FLOUR/MAIDA- 500gm
5. Chocolate bars, gems, dry fruits etc for decoration
6. BUTTER- 1 tbsp
7. MILK- 50ml
8. BAKING POWDER- 1 tbsp

1. Beat all the eggs nicely in a bowl.
2. Add sugar, butter and milk in the beaten eggs and blend it again.
3. Now, add baking powder, chocolate powder and flour in the blended mixture and gently fold it. (The mixture should be of a dropping consistency).
4. Grease your container, and pour the mixture in it.
5. Bake it in convection mode for 40-45 mins at 180°C.


Wednesday, 13 August 2014

"We will Reunite"

I wonder what you dream when you smile in sleep,
Whatever the reason is, I find my peace of mind in it
Although you are resting the same way today, I weep
Coz you have gone into your never ending dreams; dreams too deep

Breaking and fearing inside, I was comforting you
Holding your hand, telling you not to worry was not an easy thing to do
And even in your weakest hour you tried to comfort me too,
Caressing my face, and calming my soul as only a mother can do

You have always been there through all my ups and downs
And all I gave you is hundreds of reasons to frown
I made mistakes and told you about my downfall
You simply nodded and gently replied “so have we all”

Even being hurt, you constantly motivated and strengthened me
Pushing me to be the best that you know I can be
With you around, I flied brave and free
I never felt alone because it was always WE

I miss you more than these words could ever say
I wish you stayed with me forever, so hard I pray
Resting in God's arms now, watching your children here below
He needed a beautiful angel in Heaven and so you had to go

I dream of the day when Heaven's gates open to receive me
with your smiling face and loving eyes, reunited once again we will be
Have a peaceful sleep Momma on that heavens cozy cloud
Coz when I will come, I’ll pamper you and we will laugh out loud..!!

Wednesday, 16 July 2014

Worst Year of my Life...
Pl wake me up and say it was a dream

I still cant believe
What this year brought to me
It seems like a dream sad
This year was so bad

Loneliness, pain.. I was so Lost
My mistakes turned my love to frost
Insane I, my mind was fused
the loyal soul was misused

I made my loved ones, hurted ones
And lost those few I had
There is no happiness i deserve
Will die starving for love

I miss you so much Momma
You were my Good Luck charm
No one protects me from this trauma
Some come and they just harm

I wish i could erase this year
and live with my loved ones without fear
with my beautiful Momma back in my life
and also with one, of whom I want to be wife..!


Monday, 9 June 2014


In Surat we lived in COSMOS- the township built for Reliance employees. It was obvious to have many friends as we lived at the same place, we used to go for company picnics, and even went to same school. 
I remember my beautiful milk bottle with yellow and white flower prints on it. I loved it. Generally children hate milk as most of my friends did but I liked it because for me it came from my attractive baby feeding bottle. 
I was so addicted to it that I have used it till the age of 5. I was resistant to switch to any other mug or glass. 

I remember when my friends used to come home in the evening to call me for playing outdoors, I had no shame in sipping milk from that bottle in front of all. One day in a fight or I say war between me and my brother that bottle accidentally broke. I cried a lot. 

And after that incident, finally in 2nd standard I switched to mug. Trust me it was very hard. But today I thank god that it broke, otherwise I guess I would have still continued and might have been writing my blog with laptop in front and my milk bottle beside. :D

And this is how i would have partied..! ;) :p (Kidding)

Friday, 6 June 2014

Sharing a collage of photos I clicked in my Hostel.
Hope you like it :) :)

Express Love and Kindness to animals too... We are their Guardians..!
There are so many lovely creatures all around us. Take care of them. These are few who live in my college. I play with them, spend time with them and feed them. I also try to take care that dogs don't remain thirsty because its very very hot in here. 
Also I love my college for having tied clay bowls filled with water on each and every tree which help birds and squirrels to beat summer heat!

I am doing my bit. Are you?

Wednesday, 21 May 2014


My father Mr Pradeep Singh was working as an executive in Hindustan Packaging Company Ltd. in Vadodara, Gujarat. He gave an interview in Reliance private ltd situated in Surat Hazira and got selected for the post of manager in Polyethylene (PE) Plant. In Jan 1993, we left Vadodara and shifted to Surat.

In June 1995, I 3 years and a month old was admitted to J.H Ambani School. Full name is Jamnaben Hirachand Ambani Saraswati Vidya Mandir. This school was built in the memory of parents of the business tycoon Mr. Dhirubhai Ambani, founder of Reliance group. J.H Ambani is Reliance Company’s school where only employees’ children studied. I recall our little KG uniform, tunic with red and white checks. It was the first day to school. My mom pinned a handkerchief on my collar, kissed me on my cheek and waved me goodbye. I was very happy to sit inside a beautiful yellow school bus with my brother. Unlike other little ones I was not nervous. It is so because my brother was with me. He was in Sr. KG. And I was going for my first class in Jr. KG. Yeah! I was excited! :)  My class teacher was a short-haired, short-height and slightly heavy lady. Her name was Mrs. Agnes. I remember how at the time of break our class teacher used to line all of us nicely in a queue before taking us to washroom.  Then we all used to sit down forming a circle to have lunch. Our teacher always accompanied us. Some of us used to fight for sitting on teachers lap. Recesses, Saturdays and Sundays were the times we enjoyed to the fullest. Mostly at weekends our whole family would go out for dinner or to some park.  Sometimes we used to go to park with two three more families of my friends. Our parents used to relax sitting on the grass, talking with each other while we all kids had fun running and playing in the park with sand, on slides, see-saw, swings, merry go rounds and many more. 
Those were the days of endless sunshine. I had a happy childhood. :)

Sunday, 18 May 2014


From old pics to what I see now,

I wonder why it happened and how?

My smile is not the same

Got trapped in some game


World out is so unreal

Filled with faces cruel

Now I also smile for name sake

Oh god it makes me so fake!


Only thing which is same

Is tear rolling down my eyes

Earlier it was coz of excess laugh and fame

Now it’s all my dead silent cries...


Monday, 12 May 2014


It kills me to say this but one day I know
Will come a time when I must let you go
The time will come and I always knew it
And no matter how it hurts me I must do it

I must smile and let you walk away
But I don’t want to think about that day
I want to love you all I can
Want to dream you’ll always be my man

Want to hold you every night
Want to pretend it’s all alright
So I put on my blinkers and do not see
I just want to hold you close to me

Want to make memories we never forget
Want to take off you all I can get
Want to look back one day on this time spent with you
And smile and remember that I once loved you

And when I remember I want to be glad
That this was the best time that I ever had
I will treasure each moment, every kiss, every touch
So that when you are gone I won’t miss you as much.


Sunday, 11 May 2014


In Hindus, the traditional ceremony of naming the baby is known as Naamkaran.
After 45 days of my birth on the day of Naamkaran ceremony, pandit ji gave two alphabets D and H by which my name was to be decided. My parents named me “Heena” which means Mehendi. But in couple of days after consulting with other friends and relatives they decided to change my name because they thought Heena is not a Hindu name. So they named me “Himanshi”. This lovely and unique name was thought by my father. “Himanshi” means part of Himalaya or snow. In Sanskrit another meaning of Himanshi is Godess Parvati.

Namkaran was not over yet. My brother Dhiraj who is one and half years elder to me continued the tradition. He gave me one more name. The story behind receiving a new name from my brother is that my parents used to teach me that I should call my brother “Bhaiya”(means elder brother). They used to repeat the word Bhaiya by pointing towards him. But I guess I never understood. But somebody did; my brother. Because of looping of the word again and again it got stuck in my brothers’ head and he started calling me “Bhaiya”. And now I had one more name “Bhaiya”. Even aunty living in our neighbourhood used to call my mom by shouting “Bhaiyas mother!!!” which sounded weird and funny. :)

Wednesday, 7 May 2014

Was our friendship a burden for you?

I saw a dream
and heard her name
remembered those days
when we were same

Our friendship train
wasn't a game
then why you left me
in the midst of pain

I miss you
and miss my smile
which now for you
is no more worthwhile

Months have passed
Years will go
I will wait for your love
which you will never show!!!

- Himanshi

Tuesday, 6 May 2014


You bring me a feeling
I have never felt before
Feeling of contentment
Happiness and more...

Always and forever
I will love you this long
My heart, My soul
only to you it belongs...

I will be beside you
be a friend or a lover
Let all rain of pains fall on me
I will be your cover...

Being here far from you 
I shrink every minute, die every day
for a moment with you 
of happiness and gay...!!


As my birthday is just around the corner, I thought of starting my blog by writing about my birth. :) 

8th May 1992, Vadodara, Gujarat

It was nearly 6 in the evening. A man was waiting in the lobby outside the delivery room of Lady Pillar hospital. Lady Pillar is a Christian hospital situated in Fatehganj road, Vadodara. Everyone is expected to maintain discipline and decorum both inside and outside the hospital premises. There was pin drop silence in the corridor, but the state of that man’s heart was exactly opposite. A lot of hustle and bustle was going inside him. He was worried about his wife and the new being to come. A lot of time was passed but there was no crying sound of the baby. The going to be new father was eagerly waiting for the sound to come..... and the sound came “Oxygen!!! Oxygen needed.. bring it fast”. He thought his wife is falling short of breath and this made him more nervous. His heart was beating with muffled sound. But in reality, at 7.15 the baby girl was born but was facing some difficulty with the placenta stuck around her neck. That new born baby was fighting for life and needed oxygen. Doctors removed the placenta and by holding the baby up by feet in mid air spanked her bottom. Then the ever wanting sound came. The baby girl cried. I cried. And this is how my life started. ;)  I was born in a small family which now had four members -my father, my mother, my elder brother and I.