i wonder if this gave the makers of the hindi movie tom, dick, & harry the idea for the movie. somehow i feel that it did :)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AaYXWAZmPfI&feature=related

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i wish someone would give me a nice scrub down, and up, and wash my hair …

i’ve always loved french, and have tried to learn it, quite unsuccessfully. but it’s spanish that i find truly sexy. yes, that is the word, sexy. and it’s not just because of gasolina (it is in spanish right?).

ah! and my new latest favorite song. it is in punjabi. thought it’s a very old song, i just found it. awesome fun … love the lyrics :)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dyfoi5rEP20&feature=related

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and why is life like this. not just unfair, but unreasonable and ridiculous. why can’t i have all i want? as in, what’s wrong with it? what universal balance will it shake … me having everything … tut!!

i am so bored. i don’t have any friends in hyderabad. and now, i am even low on money … ** sigh **

sometimes i feel that i am too critical of (some) people. (when a teen, veer i think had commented that i am/was arrogant, conceited. i never agreed with him, though now sometimes i feel that some of my actions might give that impression.) but this has nothing to do with that … as in, not about being arrogant or conceited but being redundantly critical like, for example, i have rarely liked an “indian” actor. it’s embarrassing, and i love india, though not necessarily indians, but see, that’s what i mean. is it some deep-rooted complex … or bias maybe?

for instance, notice any indian actor giving an interview (arjun rampal is the best example, and it’s not a reflection on his personal self, as obviously one would not know arjun rampal personally). the way they talk is rather … i dunno … it’s like, ok, i am this high lord, a very deep, low pitched kinda talk, not relaxed, but too .. i dunno .. can’t find the words. i’ll request veer to supply some. but i wish i could convey what i am trying to say. like, a person, when you talk to one, talks excitedly, or at least with some lightness, esp during interviews. i know i do, in all the interviews i give in my head to national, even international reporters. but then there are these indian (male) actors, who suddenly wear another skin, and they all seem alike, the skins i mean, and ‘take-on’ this avatar who can always just talk in this deep tone. i think you’ll know what i mean if you watch an interview (again, i recommend arjun rampal. sorry pal, but it’s a good example :)). i wonder if i am right in having this … opinion. one thing i really like about a person is humility, and it seems to lack in (indian) (male!?!) actors.

or maybe it’s just the media people, maybe they can’t help being that way in front of the seemingly low IQed creatures of the media … !?!

was just taking a break from watching brent corrigan videos on youtube by watching some of dino morea’s, when it occurred to me.

another thought. one should be (en)able(d) to adopt brent corrigan. :)

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‘hips don’t lie’ is an all-time favorite song, and now every time i listen to it, it takes me back to goa, the last trip we had, the last new year’s, to that house … home we’d spent those wonderful few days in. it is a very, very cosy home, so full of love. i keep feeling i didn’t thank them enough, our hosts, didn’t click enough pictures of the house. each day started with yummy breakfasts and beer, that happily, with songs and dance and talks, ran merrily into awesome lunches with more beer, and tequila, and then the evenings out, sometimes just bunked in, and more yummy food, and tequila, and laughs, and love, and so much joy … :) i will always cherish that time … :)

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it’s 3 am now. o sleep, sweet sleep, where art thou. come grace my eyes, rest my back, sooth my heavy, slightly dizzying head…

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i agree with M (her comment below). and yes, maybe/of course that’s just the way he talks, arjun rampal; i love the atlas analogy though. thanks M :). which brings me to another observation. i think the more non-atlas-like you are, the better you can perform. i mean, it’s important for a personality, a physique, to have that ‘lightness of being’, to be able to adapt to all sorts of characters/performances.

this song, ‘hum they jinkey sahare‘ has a beautiful dual meaning.

hum they jinkey sahare can mean the one i depended on, and it can also mean the one for whom i was … the one s/he could have depended on … i know .. i din put it as smoothly .. :)

its a nice/sequence way this song is integrated in the movie. this song is written by the female protagonist’s brother, and when she reads it, she laughs and makes fun saying that it does not make any sense. it so happens, that she reaches this (sad) cross-roads in her life when the emotions implied in this song apply perfectly to her situation, and she listens to it, traveling in this car, in a sad state, when that song gets recorded and everything … and she listens to it in a new light …

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another one of my all time favorite lines:

ye chirag bujh rahein hein,
merey saath jaltey-jaltey

~ the song chaltey-chaltey, from the movie pakizaah

there is no satisfactory translation for this line … :)
literally, and very blandly, it can be translated to:

these (earthen flicker) lamps are waning
after having burned with me all night …

Thanks to Meeta, from whose collection I have taken these links, without permission … :-/

Chutneys is a place for south indian popular foods. It’s Cy’s favorite and I like it too when suddenly I have dosas urges on some random days. And all the times that we have been there, I have always ordered steamed dosa and Cy has always ordered plain dosa. Steamed dosa is this awesome specility of Chutneys. As the name suggests, it is steamed :). The dosa batter is poured on a heated bamboo box kind of a thing, though I am not sure if that is the case, and cooked in the issuing steam. It’s prepared and served round, sans any masala/potatoes, with sambhar and chutneys. And of course there are those yummy four signature chutneys that adorn all Chutneys tables.

So last Sunday, during lunch time, after being amazed at having to wait even during lunch time, we sat and ordered the usual steamed dosa and plain dosa. Having tasted and loved, at an earlier occasion the dahi wada, I ordered that too, to wait till the dosas came. The dahi-wadas are so fresh and yummy here that I feel I can go on, and on slurping on the spoonfuls. Though the first time I saw it I was surprised as the dahi is yellow and all-over it looks like a sweet-dish, but I was pleasantly surprised when I put the first spoonful in my mouth and soft, yummy wada just melted in my mouth, along with the perfectly textured and tasty dahi. Back to our order of that day. Soon after I ordered, I saw people happily munching over what looked like thalis. And I remembered that just recently I had seen an ad of Chutneys advertising their lunch (south indian) thalis. Since I was feeling a bit extra hungry, so tempted by the yummy looking pooris, I called our good attendant back and aksed him about the thali. He said that the thali too had the dahi-wada, and I quickly changed my order. That’s another thing I like about the place; their attendants. I think the attendants’ attitudes do make all the difference in an eating place.

And so came my thali, with moon-shaped poories, crunchy papad, sambhar, rasam, this veggie I didn’t know it’s name but tasted yum, a curried vegetables dish, daal, pulav, and plain rice. And yes, the yummy, yummy dahi-wada and a sweet dish. Cy had her dosa, and the pooris too. And we ate, happily ever after. :)

if i had a (close) friend here in hyderabad, i’d curl up in her/his godi and cry a lot. hormones, i am sure …

As a rule, you think an eatery in the ‘world-famous-for-its-biryanis’ Hyderabad, and you think spices. And you can’t help but think about the sharp aroma that pleasantly stings your nostrils as you walk into the ‘promises-of-south’ restaurants spread abundantly throughout the landscape. Sanjeev Kapoor’s Yellow Chilli, situated at Banjara Hills, Rd 12, is all this and … well blissfully not more. And that’s the beauty of it, it’s all of this and yet it is something those of the subtler tongues and tastes can enjoy. Apart from the large and interesting collection of dishes in its very innovatively designed menu (courtesy star chef Sanjeev Kapoor) of tongue burning tasty delicacies, Yellow Chilli also offers dishes that put a hold on the spices but are just as much delightfully delectable. And most of all, lunch here went very light on our pockets.

When we walked in, we did so with a smile on our faces. The ambience is cheerful, the waiters look happy, interested, and most of all eager to serve, and the seating is comfortable. Even if you are not ravenously hungry, one look at the dishes being served around you and you know you would like to savor what’s being served. Lunchtime at Yellow Chilli is buffet time. Though the selection is restricted, but for what you are charged for it, it’s an awesome deal. And what really sweeps you off your feet is the veg/non-veg starters served at the table. Now I am not such a big paneer fan, but the paneer kebabs that the attendent so lovingly placed in my plate really did urge me to change my mind about this yummy desi cheese. It was fresh, it was soft, and it was grilled to perfection brought directly from over the oven fire. And it’s rare, but for a moment, I didn’t have words for the chicken kebab that I put in my mouth. It was succulent, really juicy, and just melted in my mouth. The masala was just right, covering the entire chicken piece well and evenly, but yet not tongue burning spicy. There was a wide variety of grilled or tawa vegetables from which I have to mention the stuffed karela. It was definitely the winner that day. The karela was stuffed with mashed masala potatoes, cut in half and cooked over the tawa. If you are not such a big fan of spices on your grilled vegetables, you can always request the chef to serve you pieces cooked as they are on the tawa, without the spices.

The main course is a bit on the spicier side, but hey, what’s life without some spice, and especially when it tastes so good. The Dal Makhani is to die for. The yummy assortment of rotis and rice dishes apart, you can slurp down bowlfuls of this yummy preparation just as is, without any accompaniments. Do give this place a visit. It’s definitely a good return for your money.
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revised as per veer’s advice:

Think Hyderabad and you think s-p-i-c-y. And the sharp pleasant aromas of the zillion different awesome spices and herbs overtake your nasal senses. Sanjeev Kapoor’s Yellow Chilli, situated at Banjara Hills, Rd 12, is all this and … well blissfully not more. And that’s the beauty of it. It’s all of this and yet it also offers dishes those of the subtler tongue and tastes can enjoy. The innovatively designed menu contains an interesting collection of dishes (courtesy star chef Sanjeev Kapoor). And most of all, lunch here went very light on our pockets.

When we walked in, we did so with a smile on our faces. The ambience is cheerful, the waiters look happy, interested, and most of all eager to serve. The seating and furniture is comfortable and inviting. Even if you are not ravenously hungry, one look at the dishes being served around you and you know you would like to savor what’s being served. Lunchtime at Yellow Chilli is buffet time. Though the selection is restricted, but for what you are charged for it, it’s an awesome deal. And what really sweeps you off your feet is the veg/non-veg starters served at the table. Now I am not such a big paneer fan, but the paneer kebabs that the attendent so lovingly placed in my plate really did urge me to change my mind about this yummy desi cheese. It was fresh, it was soft, and it was grilled to perfection. And I didn’t have words for the chicken kebab. It was succulent, really juicy, and just melted in my mouth. The masala was just right, covering the entire chicken piece well and evenly, but yet not tongue burning spicy. You could taste the chicken. There was also a wide variety of grilled or tawa vegetables from which I am compelled to make a mention of the stuffed karela. It was definitely the winner that day. The karela was stuffed with mashed masala potatoes, cut in half and cooked over the tawa. If you are not such a big fan of spices on your grilled vegetables, you can request the chef to serve you pieces cooked as they are on the tawa.

The main course is a bit on the spicier side, but hey, what’s life without some spice, and especially when it tastes so good. The Dal Makhani is to die for. The yummy assortment of rotis and rice dishes apart, you can slurp down bowlfuls of this yummy preparation just as is, without any accompaniments. Do give this place a visit. It’s definitely a good return for your money.

last night, i dreamt of being in love … or at least feeling that warm something, holding someone’s warm hand. it felt nice .. :)

it’ll be nice, for a while, if one could find a (”modern”) mate and go live in a village (punjab maybe?). all latest communication technology at hand, but working the day as any typical village person does. milking the buffaloes, making dung cakes to use in the open earthen oven. “husband” (lets call him that to make things convenient) goes to the field to practice agriculture and also as a means to earn bread/veggies etc. and one could grow vegetables in the kitchen garden or a smaller field one has kept just for that. and we would home-school cy . ** sigh ** :) wow!!!!

i was going to start everything with a ‘why’ today. like why i feel this, why i feel that. but no … no point asking questions. i will let the mark of a question form in my head only if i have the answer to follow it closely. so i will not start with a why. i would rather just state things, as they are. anyways that’s the best way to state … anything … everything … just the way it is. (M might disagree … she might want to color something pink, or something else a deep lavender .. :))

i feel lost. parents left last evening, and of course it was nice having them around for a couple of days. and no, that’s not the reason i feel lost today. today, after they left, a clarity enveloped my mind. that i feel lost. like i am far from home … and as much as i try … and i am not able to think of any place which i can call home. so, i feel lost. and in pune i always felt that being lost i am at home … but now. maybe i am just … i dunno … not well or something …