Twenty four

Yesterday I turned twenty four. A year older. A year wiser? I surely hope so. I want to feel wiser and smarter but its taking me baby steps to get there. Year after year I try to work on how I present myself. I try to be a good person to others. But I forget to work on me. And me has been needing a lot of “me” time lately. For a long time I’ve struggled with the person I am. I was confused about what was expected of me. I was continuously pleasing people around me, ignoring what I wanted. By the time I could get that idea out of my head it had become a habit that was hard to shake off.

Now I am trying my hardest to take the reins of my life in my own hands. And I want to ride fast and strong. I don’t want to stop. I don’t want that number to tell me what I’m supposed to do right now. 

Here’s to a positive year with nothing but happiness and sunshine, something I need a lot of in my life right now.


I declare October first Annual Cheesecake Day. Every year on my birthday I intend to eat a slice of cheesecake. Last year it was a Godiva chocolate cheesecake. This year – dulce de leche cheesecake with almonds and crunchy caramel bits. It was beauty in a take out box.


How I Make Dinner

My experiences in grocery shopping was limited to driving my mother to the store and later, pushing around the cart while she did the shopping. After moving out (and being married) I have to do my own grocery shopping. Living in the Bay Area it isn’t hard to find an Indian store. You’ve just got to follow the saree clad Aunty and she will lead you right to it.

I love the store we go to. They always play old Lata Mangeshkar and Mohammed Rafi songs. My mum listens to these songs endlessly when she cooks. So now every time I’m at the store I feel like she is next to me shouting at me for picking up the wrong tomato . The only veggies I know how to make reasonably enough are okra and potato, and the staple of any Indian kitchen onions and tomatoes. So I made them for a few weeks oblivious to the fact that there were other vegetables in the world.

One fine day we were sick of okra and potatoes. Jay was being spontaneous and picked out a random vegetable. We didn’t know what it was called. So we did a Google image search (thanks technology!) and found that it was Bottle Gourd. Another Google search later we figured out what we could do with it. And thus lunch was made.

As a novice in the kitchen, I would be right where I started if it wasn’t for technology. But I have now surpassed my own expectations. While I’m not yet a wizard in the kitchen, I can cook a tasty meal to survive. I have to give credit where credit is due and I thank all the amazing food bloggers who help me make dinner. If it weren’t for you, this household would just be a Maggi fest all day everyday. So thank you Nags from cookingandme, The Pioneer Woman and Haathi from Hungry and Excited for doing what you do.

Ahoy there.

I have been thinking of an apt word that would describe the past three weeks. The only word I can think of is whirlwind. That is exactly what my life has been of late. A whirlwind, with no time to stop and think. I had a whirlwind wedding, at least that is what it felt like. The wedding was fun, I guess but the only thing that worried me was the biriyani. I really wanted to have dinner on my wedding day. Fortunately, there was enough.I love Chennai rains and they didn’t disappoint me this time. The rain came down in full force just as I got in to the car. It’s funny how the exact same thing happened on my engagement day too.. and when we just decided to leave the wedding hall to have dinner. I had to walk in the rain (fine, there was an umbrella), but I had to walk in the slushy mud lifting up my extremely heavy silk saree and subjecting my beautiful new shoes to mud, rain and just general trash. It was borderline romantic I guess. I mean, everyone thought it to be so why not. I’ve learnt to just go with the flow.

Two weeks later I jetted off in to the sunset with my tall, dark and handsome man to the land where the streets are paved with gold. No, they are not. But it didn’t matter ’cause my beau has a heart made of gold. I know it would be awfully dramatic for me to say I didn’t know the man I married but I did know him and he has been wonderful in every sense of the word.

People call me up and ask, “OMG!!! You’re in America now! How does it feel?”. Honestly am I supposed to feel any different? I didn’t feel different the day I got married and I don’t feel any different now. I’d rather just feel and be myself no matter where I am. But for those who ask, America is nice. The people are nice and the weather here is proper chilly.

I was in New York this past weekend. But that calls for a separate post. The City of Lights deserves that much.