No introduction..no background stories..no memories nothing…just plain simple cravings…welcome to my chat filled outing.. To satiate my sudden cravings for samosa chat
I was too busy / greedily eating up my samosa chat, I put hubby to the task of clicking pics of his favorite dahi puri chat.. Giving him a chance of trying out his photography skills.. 😛
Yes of course it is a different story that I ended up eating 3 of those puris, cause hubby being the generous one lets me have my fill…hence the many pics of the dahi puri in all angles and close ups..
And while your at it, Please do stop by for some pani puri too… 😜
The above picture was taken at a confectionery shop at Kolkata’s City Centre 2..a shopping mall… One glance and it reminded me of the toadstools in the fairy tale books… Oh how I wish that was me sitting atop it…. 😍
Reminded me of this poem I read long long ago… It goes like this…
The Toadstool House
I wish I lived in a toadstool house, Beneath an old Oak tree, With a tiny door and a chimney pot, And windows – one, two, three.
I’d play with each wee squirrel, Who chanced to come my way, I’d get to know the woodland birds, And feed them every day.
And if you’d ever wandered by, I’d ask you in to tea, Inside my little toadstool house, Beneath the old Oak Tree.
Sometime when you’re feeling important; Sometime when your ego ‘s in bloom; Sometime when you take it for granted, You’re the best qualified in the room: Sometime when you feel that your going, Would leave an unfillable hole, Just follow these simple instructions, And see how they humble your soul.
Take a bucket and fill it with water, Put your hand in it up to the wrist, Pull it out and the hole that’s remaining, Is a measure of how much you’ll be missed. You can splash all you wish when you enter, You may stir up the water galore, But stop, and you’ll find that in no time, It looks quite the same as before.
The moral of this quaint example, Is to do just the best that you can, Be proud of yourself but remember, There’s no indispensable man. (Saxon White Kessinger)
Here’s wishing everyone, all my Indian friends on WP a very very happy independence day.
If you ask me I love my country, I am a mixed South Indian and proud of my roots. Yes the West does appeal to me, Whenever I watch “The English movies” (that’s how we call Hollywood) I sometimes wish and think how things would have been if I were an Indian born and brought up abroad but nope I loveeeeeee being a Southy (that’s how we are referred too)
Coming to a bit more serious topic.. What is true Independence for you?? This question applies to all my reader friends from all Nations across the world. For me personally, growing up in an open minded family (most Indian families are orthodox so) being treated equally, in fact being given more importance and attention than my brother as I am the younger one, so more pampering ensured, I never had an area where i felt I was confined and restrained.
So my views on true meaning of independence is different.
For me, today, being independent means being able to come back home at 10 p.m without having to worry about being a GIRL out at NIGHT.
Being able to wear what I want.. Even today we have people staring at you when you wear a frock or a skirt, Being able to dress freely without having to worry about being gaped at or have men oggling at you, be it the malls or the movies. Being able to wear what I want without having to worry about covering up my arms or butt. Being able to go for my walks on the roads without worrying about it being safe or not!
Not having to carry a pocket knife every time I go out alone in the evenings.
Even in today’s modern day, there are companies and workplaces who look down upon pregnant women or woman who have taken maternity leave or planning for one. It’s like as if they have committed a crime being pregnant..
Being independent means the willingness to board a cab/taxi or an auto after 8 p.m without having to call your parents and family and inform the vehicle number, without having to keep an eye on the driver (so many cases of rape have taken place this way, so better to be cautious than sorry)
Being independent would mean not having to worry and live in a constant fear about our daughter’s safety…from an infant to an elderly lady, women irrespective of age groups are not safe..
The true essence of feeling independent would be when I don’t have to expect a rude abusive answer or a harried look from the bus conductor when I ask for my return change for the ticket I have purchased or have an argument with the auto driver over the excess fare he demands.
Not having to carry a pepper spray or a small pocket knife in your handbag always…
This is the independent world we live in??!!!
I do love my country, Pardon me if I am sounding toooo patriotic but yes indeed I feel blessed to be born here but everything comes with it’s own drawbacks and these are just a few of my rants at what being truly independent means to me..
With all due respect to our freedom fighters who have laid down their lives so ours could be better.. Hope things change for the better soon… Happy Independence Day everyone..
What does true independence mean to you?? Do share in your views..
Ok guys so Independence day came and went and the little patriotic goody girl in me is still reeling in the mystery and beauty that is India so just a few thoughts about my country and what I think about the British rule..
Sounds good isn’t it.. India celebrated 69 years of independence from the British Raj..
For the few reader friends who know.. I have been on an eternal diet… Have achieved my goal, I am on a weight maintainence mode… Still I watch what I eat and count my calories too.. Some days I just follow the simple diet and some days I crave for foods..
Sometimes the cravings don’t essentially mean only biriyani or something exotic… Have been craving for this simple veg meal since a week so finally went ahead and prepared this one..
Bhindi is hindi word for Okra/ Lady’s finger..
Pyaaz is hindi for onions..
Roti is flattened wheat bread!!
Plain simple phulka/ roti goes with any veggie / non veg and is incorporated in many a diet plan…
And of course a sudden urge to have chocolate too.. As I gave a piece to my daughter I couldn’t resist biting into India’s favorite dairy milk… With my favorite roasted almonds…