I am not a writer and also bankrupt with fewer words in my vocabulary bank ;)
“Just Be Yourself” is for people who love simplicity and be what they are. Every being is special so love and feel good about yourself. Beauty is not flawless; it is something which even shines from your flaws.
I would just put down anything which rings my heart. Hope you enjoy reading!
1. Mix all the ingredients
as mentioned for gatte or dumplings.
2. Knead smooth and stiff
dough by gradually adding water.
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.
the pieces for 8-10 mins.
it and keep aside.
curd in a bowl and add chilly powder, turmeric powder, coriander powder, besan
8. Mix it.
This mixture will be used for gravy.
1-tbsp oil (or ghee) in a pan. Add chopped pieces and shallow fry them for
2-minutes. Transfer them to a plate.
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.
and cook untill the oil comes to the surface.
the fried gatte or dumplings to the gravy. Cook for 2-3 mins.
Garnish with coriander leaves.
with roti, paratha, phulka or any type of Indian flat bread or rice in lunch or
dinner. Enjoy! :-)
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
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.
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.
got the answer of my question. “Answer with experience”. :-x
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 dandiyasince my childhood. :D
After Navratri we have many festivals coming in October likeDussehra, Diwali and Bhai-Dooj.
So, I thought of sharing Sevaiyan/Vermicelli Kheer Recipe, a Indian dessert made during festive occasion!
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
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
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
I never felt alone because it was
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..!!
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
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)
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!
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.
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.
were the days of endless sunshine. I had a happy childhood. :)
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.
Hindus, the traditional ceremony of naming the baby is known as Naamkaran.
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.
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!!!” whichsounded weird and funny. :)
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.