tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69541911020518353732023-11-16T03:33:16.808-08:00The journey!...Ammosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12835673950643948698noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6954191102051835373.post-23463488664092460942014-06-20T17:33:00.002-07:002014-06-20T17:34:26.700-07:00Broken<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Short
of words may be my breath<o:p></o:p></div>
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When it
crossed through me white<o:p></o:p></div>
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I knew
it all way around didn’t I<o:p></o:p></div>
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But never
let my spirits row down<o:p></o:p></div>
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Thought
to be a winner there<o:p></o:p></div>
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Wearing
my poker face all time<o:p></o:p></div>
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Never
counted the tears behind the eye<o:p></o:p></div>
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Those
run down while I smiled<o:p></o:p></div>
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Felt the
legs failing to bear it all<o:p></o:p></div>
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Falling
to the earth to take the heat<o:p></o:p></div>
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The
moment of truth, too much to hold<o:p></o:p></div>
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To hear,
to hold and to pull you back<o:p></o:p></div>
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I see
the cracks on the glass décor<o:p></o:p></div>
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Splitting
lives and dreams all around<o:p></o:p></div>
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Unsure
of which broken piece of the lot<o:p></o:p></div>
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Should I
claim or own up this day<o:p></o:p></div>
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Wished it
was none but forged<o:p></o:p></div>
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With my
eyes and ears shut to the skies<o:p></o:p></div>
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It is
there, as dark as the night shows </div>
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Now can
I have the best story to move on?</div>
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Ammosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12835673950643948698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6954191102051835373.post-63196554980548885472014-05-12T16:00:00.004-07:002014-05-12T16:00:30.702-07:00The Transition<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Was terrified even to think about
it, but couldn't push it for long. The moment is finally there, the transition
takes charge – being the home maker. It
used to make me wonder, on what one can be without engaging them to the real
working, career stream. Major part of my life (the little life) after the studying
was fueled out into working, and hence the thoughts. <o:p></o:p></div>
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While I flew back to the US after
my quickie India vacation, I was trying to put together a plan. A plan to efficiently
spend the new phase, staying home. The first few days was spent with the
irregular sleeping patterns and random ranting. Once it got cleared up, I could
see myself tucked into a pretty interesting schedule. The cooking, the household, the reading and so
is a list.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I remember having no time to
spend speaking to folks ever, keeping them sad and whiny. I have that little
mom-daughter chat almost daily these days. I am sure she missed it for years,
coping up to the stranger me. Same with my father and sister, though not as
often as my mom. Spending more time with friends – even over chat and calls,
this was much missed. But things got better these days I suppose and I like it.
Especially when is about spending time
with the special ones I care about.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The cooking, oh no!.... was
always the very special thing I used to wrap up every other week I visit home. Else
there had to be the guests or friends who used to keep me busy in kitchen. And I
always complained of it being one of the toughest to execute. The schedule is
pretty straightened up now. Three meals a day, I should declare myself to be
the perfect house wife. My better half should be proud and happy about me (I
know I am a good cook). Moreover my
timing with the whole thing is impressive, being a faster one.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The reading – I have enough time
to plan and spend on the books I wanted to read all the time. The newbies and
the unfinished old ones. The big house keeps me mostly engaged with the décor and
its own welfare activities. Catching up on the movies which I missed to watch
times back due to some random urgency that showed up at the hour. More of
music, my chosen way to the sanity – I am loving it. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The next ones lined up are my
schedule with the gym and a peak into learning Spanish. I know the first one is
not easy to begin with and tougher to maintain with my kind of laziness. But
want to give it my best trying for better results.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I should be back pretty soon with
new rolling updates!!!<o:p></o:p></div>
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Ammosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12835673950643948698noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6954191102051835373.post-6824624260212873372014-05-02T11:02:00.000-07:002014-05-02T11:02:01.680-07:00One Snowy Night<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">It snows, light and nice when you least expect it to. I see
them, thinking– are they falling from the heaven for me. Do they carry a
message for me – to slow down, to care, to feel and relish? Do I forget with
times, that I have longed for this all my life. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">It showers white, making hills of tiny silky snow. So pure
and serene, they spread the scent of silk. My eyes run through the windows,
gazing the silver flakes that brush all over the skies. Staying from the
heights, it pretends to take me far away from the earth. As tall as the skies
and as fragile like the feather and I seem floating. </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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Ammosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12835673950643948698noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6954191102051835373.post-77407279408465977842014-03-25T14:54:00.000-07:002014-03-25T14:54:09.752-07:00The Break Up<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">It is the rain and always was</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">That unwinds the long written</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">The glee and charm you spread</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">Felt like the perfect dream forever</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;"> </span></span></div>
<div style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0px;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">Sunshine to me you had been</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">I was your perfect angel</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">The best of times we shared</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">Can be weighted to none other</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">You painted my sky blue and green</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">Watch me gaze and wonder</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">How dear were I to you</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">Life was long lost without the two</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">Unsolicited threads that went by</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">My tears still crouch for reasons</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">Was it me or were you the one</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">Was the love too much to hold</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">Hiding far and watch it break</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">With the heavy heart that whims</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">Is this what destiny painted into me</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">Or can it be the rough night dream!!</span></span></div>
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Ammosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12835673950643948698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6954191102051835373.post-51552048753093073252014-01-31T10:16:00.002-08:002014-05-15T10:35:18.617-07:00FIX IT NOW!!!!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Most of us
are programmed to live and behave the certain way. Speak so much, dress this
way, laugh light, and breathe an inch less and what not. It is like the Clarke’s
table – the numbers are fixed, and no further math stands chance. That is not
how life is supposed to be, break rules and set your spirits free – live the
life you deserve, no one can grab that from you.<br />
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You have
something half done, which demands your heart and attention. You have toiled
once for it thinking, it forms a major part of your life. You started with all
the passion you could hold on to and left it when something crawled in that shadowed
it. You are no quitter, pursue it and make yourself feel proud.<br />
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Do you think
it is ever late to apologize for the long lost fight? It is not, you still have
it hanging on to the corner of heart. Speak or say a sorry, or go a few steps
down though it rubs your ego – fix it. It isn't worth to carry the bundle of
sorrows around. The relations that you
can mesh back price more important than the arrogance.<br />
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You like
someone and you fail to express. It may be coz of a numerous reasons – wrong timings, fear of rejection, ego or
humiliation. May it be anything, don’t you think it is of any value being
locked up within the chambers of your heart. Show it light and life, not
guaranteeing a success, but it is far more justice. You may never know what is
in store!<br />
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Were you
hurt, or put to worry – you may want to stay strong and tact. With all the
thorns that bruise you bad and hurt the feelings, you are free to let go. Cry
loud, till it shed a river of tears, let the pain out of your system till your
mind gets clean. It never makes you weak or gullible, you totally have a pass.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Ammosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12835673950643948698noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6954191102051835373.post-14771401997266842392014-01-27T12:35:00.005-08:002014-01-27T13:17:33.198-08:00It is TIME<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">See the storm
roll on to my side<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Silent as it
always crouched in<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">It urges me
to receive and revive<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">And be the
one who I am not close to<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Giving up the
glee and sadness<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Taking up da
new route here on<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Gear up my
spirits all my way<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Make me feel
the breath of freedom<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Walking my
way, the new way<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Crossing the
stages and borders<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Searching for
new sought boundaries<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">With the
welcoming spirits of new life</span></div>
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Ammosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12835673950643948698noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6954191102051835373.post-66920008383847342612013-12-06T10:52:00.001-08:002013-12-12T09:37:25.627-08:00A Lot Simpler......<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Ammosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12835673950643948698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6954191102051835373.post-13927089152240281742013-11-13T19:02:00.000-08:002014-08-15T10:38:51.601-07:00Good-Bye Friend<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Ammosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12835673950643948698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6954191102051835373.post-30792903792467999632013-10-23T16:29:00.000-07:002013-10-23T16:29:59.653-07:00Crossing Borders<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Ammosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12835673950643948698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6954191102051835373.post-78269888752277347732013-09-30T14:34:00.001-07:002013-11-02T20:53:17.383-07:00Sister Love<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">This is a something I was tempted to write in many a time. It never went into completion because of numerous reasons. May be I always thought, it was too obvious to be explained or exaggerated. This is about the two of us, me and my sister. Being young I was too excited to have a little sibling, as I always loved to play the eldest. She was a cute little bundle as a kid, and she blindly followed me on whatever I was. She looked different from me, she was very fair skinned, and more cute. My mom used to get the same dress stitched for both of us, and it was never difficult for anyone to spot that we were sisters. I somehow hated that, as it was too obvious. The little one always was with me, which at some point of age was annoying as you flock with friends of your age. I have done a lot of stupid fights around the same. But when we grew old, at some point we used to make good friends with each other.<br><br><br>We shared the same room, painted pink with all the fancy furniture and walls covered with posters and cards of our favorite celebrities. Still remember all that we did together – collecting chocolates and relishing them at those special moments, playing doll house with all those toys we could gather, enacting ourselves into characters, buying sweet little stupid things out of our pocket money. She always used to be the planner, giving surprises on birthdays, anniversaries, mother’s day or may be father’s day. I always tagged along with her as I was worse with even remembering dates. As normal siblings, we used to have our own famous pillow fights and arguments. But they were short lived, as we meshed back up much before anyone could talk peace to us. I was always excited to share all the daily events with her – funny stuff, the boys talk, and the rest of the interesting college chores. She was the one, I used to tell anything and everything. We used to have our own secrets. Both of us enjoyed the same music, movies and favorites. She used to be a darling supporting and taking my side always during situations. I knew she counted me as a great sister, boasting around that to her friends making me feel secretly proud. She was the one who appreciated me for the very little thing I have done, building my confidence which nurtured to a great extend to build my personality.<br><br><br>After I moved out of home for work, followed by my marriage – the most of what is missed is her company. We spoke less, and ever lesser as days passed by. I was the ambitious one, where as she was little laid back. I grew much worried over her studies and future most of which was displayed with all the forcing and frustration. Most of our conversation used to land up in fights, where I accuse her of not paying much time for studies and her getting frustrated out of my advises. I was never great at expressing myself and being very appreciative. I could never digest the fact of my sister falling any less than anyone I knew of. There were times, when we would not talk for days and I will inquire with my mother about how she did. She did go through some rough patch, where I could not help much. Those were just some scale of time with both of us, being arrogant and less legible.<br><br><br>Time rolls so quick like the 2 hour movie, and it’s the new scene now. She is all grown up, married and a much responsible individual. It is a special feeling, dealing with the total different side of the person, who you are close to. She is clever, witty and a very adorable person. She genuinely cares, and is very dependable. We speak very often, around the jobs, household, parents and whining about our better halves – in fact we are enjoying the mature phase. At times I feel, she has scaled up to be more responsible and mature than I have. She keep gifting me one or the other, reminding me once again the likes and dislikes we shared. Love her cute gestures and miss her dearly. Though she is far, feel she is just a hug away . I may not have said this even once, I am very proud of you Rinku…Thanks for being a wonderful sister!!!</span></div>
Ammosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12835673950643948698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6954191102051835373.post-42484706539305607442013-08-15T09:16:00.000-07:002013-08-15T11:28:29.077-07:00Cooking Expeditions<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Ask any girl on what her favorite pass time is, I bet 9 out of 10 are going to stick to “Cooking” – “I like to experiment, new dishes and cuisines”. At least being into the ‘married population’, I believe people anticipate me to declare cooking as my hobby. But it is not true, I have my reasons for saying this. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">My mom is a very good cook, she conducts cookery shows and classes. So supposed to have a pretty decent hand on it. It is not passed to me, but may be my sister. I get to hear that she puts a lot of interest around cooking good food and feeding people. Never remember one such incident unless for utmost urgency spending time in kitchen, as I grew up. I used to love what my mother cooked and never thought that I should compete with her ;-). I have friends who own their cookery blogs, and fill them up regularly. It is my dream to open a contemporary restaurant, not that I will be experimenting my skills. Can always hire a good team to cook.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">My cooking venture started as it got close to my marriage. It was a matter of survival and wanted to learn those dishes which my hubby liked. So learned the delicacies from the most authentic sources. I had minimal requisites that whatever I cook should turn out tasty, and he should feel at least close to what he would have relished once upon a time. I follow my own formula and measurements for what I make. Never the slave of those cookery books and journals. Even when I have to cook something authentic and special, I pay little attention to my mother’s advice. The ingredients are picked and mixed at my ease and convenience. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Apart from the facts, I am an awesome cook J, this is a comment out of public opinion. Have heard my husband say this many a time – “She cooks great, provided she does”. It is basically the laziness and the lack of interest. Enjoy cooking when there is a considerable audience to consume. Looks like I too inherit the talent, but still not ready to accept it. I prefer to stay sober and eat, rather than oil in efforts cooking!!</span></div>
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Ammosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12835673950643948698noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6954191102051835373.post-80180869542795562462013-08-14T13:50:00.005-07:002013-08-15T08:54:57.409-07:00Little Things<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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- Get crazy drenched in the rain, dripping wet and probably jumping around like kids. One of the best feelings ever.<br />
- Red Roses, they make me feel special and important. I would say the best gift I value anytime.<br />
- A train voyage though not comforting as flying, excites me a lot. Enjoying the scenic spots, curdling inside the blanket holding a book and a bottle of water. I can sacrifice multiple meals.<br />
- Dairy Milk –The very thought about the chocolate, my eyes sparkle. Sure that I would make a good brand ambassador for the product. Relish every minute I spend eating.
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- A random surprise, I react the best to it!!!<br />
- Tinker Bell, in any form – movie or a goodie with Tinkerbell theme. Love her costumes and wings, wish to fly like her someday.<br />
- Sipping the last drop of wine from my glass. Wine is the magic that brings to light the ‘happy me’.<br />
- Dancing wild with friends, like world ends tomorrow.<br />
- Watching Dirty Dancing movie over and over again.<br />
- A descent color painted well on my nails. I keep checking them out too often for people to doubt I am insane.<br />
- When people praise my eyes being striking with all the décor I toil in, brings a glee to the inner self feeling proud.<br />
- When a harmless handsome chap, takes a second look at me pass by with a smile – I gift one back too.<br />
- Favorite Kerala foodie, specially some delicacies, smile is just one of the emotions at the hour.<br />
- Blessed be the one, who buys me pop-corn for movies. The ill-fat or content is totally worth every second of the movie.<br />
- Going through the oldie (though embarrassing) childhood pictures. The feeling is very nostalgic.<br />
- Hear my favorite sound track played loud, sets my feet in motion and head to swing!<br />
- A drive myself without scaring people who drive along. My history with driving is strange.<br />
- Popping out though the moon roof of the car, and hailing the wind. Make sure to do it on every road trip we make.<br />
- Nesting close to my better half in the couch lazy, watching old Malayalam comedy movies probably the nth time.
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Ammosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12835673950643948698noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6954191102051835373.post-50450163867675962572013-07-26T10:09:00.000-07:002013-08-14T13:42:33.547-07:00Can of Emotions<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Ammosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12835673950643948698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6954191102051835373.post-64978645709332515662013-07-12T12:58:00.000-07:002013-07-12T13:02:26.040-07:00New Phase<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I guess the city awaits me to explore it. Roam around and find the places. I want to be the leader, by the time my friends visit in. This is a quaint one, and may turn out interesting. The weather pleases me, it’s same as Charlotte. Work place is nice, good folks around and a peaceful environment. Still working around the induction kid and documents. No work to do irritates me, but feel I should take it slow. It is not the old race, where you forget if its day light or dusk. I may like the whole thing, but still need to run back home. I have a whole story going in there!!! </div>
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Ammosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12835673950643948698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6954191102051835373.post-88825039005495207652013-04-11T16:15:00.001-07:002013-04-11T16:15:10.592-07:00Slow Down!Confused, mumbled and absent minded!!! I fit into these titles at times. Not that I am a dumb person, believe that I am a fairly intelligent woman, who is aggressive and crowd catching. Guess I get it from my mother, used to love her for what she is. <br />
Though you know you are there, have it in you n just have to speak up, but feel like slowing down. I see people racing, trying to stamp on one others. It's difficult to sort out how you reach there and who you end up hurting. I had been there many a time and done all of those. Taking a short pause and looking back and you find them futile. Appreciate if things can be taken a bit slow. <br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Now it is again time to bid good-bye. It may sound strange, as I even connect a lot to the places I dwell. Leaving the “Wesley Village”, the apartments– it did ache. The past 5 years, I have stayed at multiple places, and this strange feeling always come along. Things are a little different with the latest. This is the place which I have set up the whole house all myself. Started living alone – I mean, away from all familiar faces and friends. That was a bold move, as you practically land up staying in a place where you have no one to interact with. Had friends advise me out of the choice, with all possible reasons. But since it was the very me…..it was all that I decided which did matter at that time. I am lucky to have lovely folks around every time, who take good care of me. I was not being difficult, may be needed a break from the whole pampering!!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Shifted to the new place and did set up the place. First couple of days, was a bit odd, as there was no one who I can speak with. Most of the talking part was via call, to my hubby and friends.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Gradually, I could figure out that I had plenty of time to play with. Started watching movies, serials (my gateway to Grey’s Anatomy), books. Quality time for self pampering – the new colors to the nails, a self facial, trying out different attire combos and many. I was too lazy to cook just for myself, but could do some creative cooking if there were folks to relish them. A dear friend who stayed close, who used to be my guide to the new apartment and was the sole source of company.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>– I have tortured him enough with my whining and cooking adventure. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He is a wonderful friend, and probably “Wesley Village” is one of the reasons which brought us close. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I used do circles around the apartment complex, while I am on call with my hubby, mom or even offshore. The pool was awesome..have tried swimming with my little skills. The club house is very live and active –The random wine tasting events n much more fun stuff. There was a park close by, and I used to go walking at times. Most often, used to lose my way and roam around. Could see a bunch of pretty houses and it used to feel like a French colony. When it used to rain with lightning and thunderstorms, I used to hold on to the pillow with my eyes tightly closed. All the little bit of me studying, was being witnessed there!!!... There were moments of fun, joy and loneliness, all of which I still cherish.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">As everyone say, change is positive and is for the good. It’s true as I relish every minute I spend in my house. There are often slices that are left behind which pricks your memory, scrolling back a few pages. They are unique and memorable!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The last India trip by itself is a longer story. Right from my sleeping pattern to running around and paying visits to all who have almost forgotten my face. The schedule was fantastic that I crossed the same district some multiple times for different reasons. Visa and the stamping, worst of all and had me hop between states. Not to be totally unfair, had a wonderful time catching up with my dear ones. Towards the close of my vacation I was all tired, wished to get “another vacation” to ease off my India vacation. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Finally my usual spot, the airport. Boarded from Trivandrum international airport. I was flying with Emirates (Trivandrum – Dubai- Dallas - Charlotte). I am quite a talented one for my running/sliding adventures which happen for every visit to the airport. This time being way very early for the flight, realized how boring airports can be. Though the concept of “queue” was supposed to be practiced, everyone seemed to be in a hurry. Pushing one another and drifting – all this is not required – “Boss we all are going in the same airbus and it will not move an inch unless each one of us make it to our seats”. At the security check-in, things looked to be a little different. One line/queue<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>was getting split into 2-3. I was not sure, which side I had to move and was confused with the logic of partition. I moved to the line one and started loading my stuffs to the conveyor belt. A security guy stepped towards me and told – “Madam not this one – the other lane”. He took my things and I had to follow him. I was still trying to find out what is different in there.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Checked in, and started roaming around the lounge. The bookstall on which I had my hopes on was not open yet. Ate some samosas from the cafeteria. I usually plunder all shops in the airport while in any transit. I could see some antique and souvenir shops open at that time, which were abandoned with no visitors. Wanted to check on what was exclusive there and approached one. The guy there, was all excited to see me. I don’t blame him as he would have placed his sole hopes in me buying something from there. He started explaining me about the heritage of Kerala and the famous places. He also mentioned that Padmanabha Swamy temple is the one I should not miss to visit. Wanted to yell at him – “Dude, I am a Keralite n I look like one. All my 23 years of my life was spent in this very city and the temple you just mentioned is like 5kms from my house. I had been much before I could walk on my own”. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Just did not say anything as I will land up doing nothing but embarrass him. Started talking to him in Malayalam and had a quality chat for some 20mts. I was more than desperate to kill time. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">It was time and boarded the flight after one last call to say bye to my parents. The feeling was strange,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>in fact missed the place a lot. The transition which comes to one’s life is always at the cost of missing the most dearest. This was a routine feeling every time and to get over with it <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>started watching some random movie. All through the voyage could not catch a single minute of sleep. Watched bits and parts of most of the movies. Reached Dubai in next 4 hours. Seriously admit the fact that Dubai has one of the biggest airports ever. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So big and huge and whatever, now I have another big queue for the security check. Placed all my cabin bags in the trolley and moved along with the mob. Started feeling a bit chilly irrespective of all the heaters mounted in every corners. I started checking for the jacket and guess what…! <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>can’t find it. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It is not new that I lose things, but this time it was my favorite jacket. I couldn’t <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>just let it go. Planned to sprint back to the aircraft and start searching. One look back, could see a whole city population behind me and it was no more a choice. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I always try to track back events to exactly find what has happened in the past. It is like a photographic memory…. picking back scenes, pictures, dialogues. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Lol – this is no skill, everyone have it in them. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I always appreciate myself using it :-). <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I could remember roaming around with the jacket – in Trivandrum airport, the queues. But don’t remember it when I at the souvenir shop. I could trace it – lost it at the security check. It was the security officer, he missed to pick my jacket when he moved queues for me. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">“What now” was the question. I did all that which is a routine during the panic hours. Called up my spouse and whined, he told me to forget about it as we can get the same thing again. He was asking me to get another jacket from the airport and get back home sooner!!!.. That was comforting but I was still stuck with the very thing. Called up home back in India and filled up my parents with the story. My mom called up the airport and confirmed that they have the “commodity” under their custody. I gave my mother all the details I could think about the jacket– its make, company, color, style. Finally my mind was clear as someone tracked it down and I would get it back someday.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I started using the jerkin, once a while. I could not just leave it as, it was my only help throughout the whole journey. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Every other person who see me in the outfit has a question or rather make fun of me, why did u get a souvenir one, you look like an airport ground staff. I get tired detailing the story. Once I went to the gym and had this jerkin on. A lady came and asked me, with all excitement – do you really work for “Emirates” wow! That was one of the best moments. I just wanted to tell “Yeah..yes I do”. I nodded her no. That time, it browsed me through all that happened during the trip. The long lasted tale among my travel freak-outs !<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Ammosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12835673950643948698noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6954191102051835373.post-26766604580329582602013-01-17T09:40:00.003-08:002013-01-17T09:45:04.467-08:00Welcome 2013!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Ammosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12835673950643948698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6954191102051835373.post-57258090748738361952012-12-17T10:29:00.000-08:002012-12-22T16:09:34.434-08:00The Way I Am<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">This song (by ‘Ingrid Michaelson’) is one of my favorite pick these days. It is a slow one, kinda laid back, but awesome and sweet!! I could imagine myself at that falling age, singing the same to my beloved</span><span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">. It may be a habit or a daily chore, but that is all which makes your life worth living. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Julie was a dear one. She was there since the time I was in school. We – my sis, Julie n I grew up together. She was a good dog, not the trouble maker. But actively involved with us in all that crooked stuff which drove my mother crazy. She liked me the best – we used to play her favorite ball game, get wet in the rain , play with the mud and hug each other making us dirty. I used to talk to her all my chores, and even whine when I was all alone. She was a comfort and different from all that people who fill you with a bundle of advises. It was sad to leave her when I moved out from home for work. She died when I was working in Bangalore. The feeling was worse, realizing that there is not that little one to play with when you are back home. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Never wanted to keep a doggie after that since I realized it is going to be an emotional out-break again when I lose one. Also I am not a “dog person”, that I get along with many. Mostly am scared of dogs, and always keep myself away from them. Sometime back had my friend dog sit for his aunt. I barely got into his house after the dog came. It was a British Bull dog – “Sweetie”. She is a big one, unlike Julie hence my reasons for getting hyper scared. My friend forced me to his place followed by my encounter with Sweetie. I tried my best to keep distance from her, but she was behind me every place I move to. It was not sure if <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>she actually liked me or was uncomfortable with the foreign entity in her locale. My friend was moving to a different place and hence we were busy packing his house hold. I had Sweetie escort me the whole time. After a while, I got over the fear and was casual. We took her out to play and could find her still cling around me. It was surprising to see her like me, and she reminded me so much of Julie. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Sweetie was there for a week and we met daily.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Even though not close, felt bad after learning that she left. I keep remembering her every time I see a dog. Even grow curious at times and tend to ask my friend how she does. But I know there is no point as she lived very far from mine. I guess she refreshed in me my oldie friend who I miss and re-lived some lost and forgotten memories. Wish to have a doggie now</span><span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">!!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Ammosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12835673950643948698noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6954191102051835373.post-57223198346052726392012-07-15T22:38:00.002-07:002012-07-15T22:38:37.507-07:00The First Rule<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The famous phrase - "First impression marks the best". Heard people saying," I knew the first time what a sort of person he would be. My instincts are never wrong. I can just judge a person easily". Guess it stays good only for really talented and watchful people. I am certainly not the blessed one. Really bad at accessing people. It is not that I don’t<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>attempt to -- Oh yeah very much form my own sweet opinions. " That person looks like a jerk, not the normal types", "It is better I stay 10 feet away, not interested in initiating a conversation". And these are just not murmured inside, but brave enough to declare it. Every freaking time, I prove myself poor and gullible when things turn the reverse. Quick recap, points me to what the first impression was formed on the person, and that it was crappy. </div>
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If I do not like a person, it is not left that way. I become a heavy critic of all that the person do. Opinions are made really fast not even evaluating facts. The most funny thing is that the heavy comments I have made all through are about the ones who are really close to me today. May be it is a rule, I have to start it the wrong way. When it is to the point, I speak with the person on how it started, it really turns funny for me to explain a big WHY!!!..Many a time I just think back on how stupid I judge people. I am a typical “Leo”, and I exhibit my anger when it turns to hurting my ego. The “special” people who I mention, walk in with that attitude to knock the very thing which really makes me mad. Later I realize, those are the ones to which I whine the most, shout at the moment I go mad, trouble them my best with the very confidence that they will never yell back at me. I don’t talk sweet to them, but I know they are the sweetest to me always. I force them to listen to all my favorite music, suffer all my stupid stories. They comfort me when I panic in trouble, laugh with me on the stupid jokes. Life is beautiful with such wonderful friends around <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span></span>. </div>
</div>Ammosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12835673950643948698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6954191102051835373.post-33285363475505841302012-05-14T16:50:00.001-07:002012-05-14T16:50:29.794-07:00Mother's Day<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">This is a day I can claim, for doing something worth - which made a very special person happy. Some spare time I got to browse through, saw a marquee about Mother's day gifts and celebrations. Got reminded of how my sister and I used to celebrate Mother's day when I was back home. We used to get cute gifts, though useless my Mom used to treasure them. It was always my sister who used to remember all the special times and drag me to partner them.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">She is one wonderful person who I always admired. A person full of energy and life, and indeed talented. I always wanted to grow beautiful, intelligent like her, though it was never been expressed anytime. Anytime i feel down or lonely, its none other than her who can speak sense to me. Any good or bad, she was always by my side supportive. She makes me feel special appreciating the very little thing I do. I just love her endless.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Drafted a mail after and sent her. By the time I reached office saw her respond to my email. It was difficult to keep tears off me. Felt very good about the little gift and may be a surprise I could give her.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Happy Mother's Day to all the beautiful and blessed women!</span></div>Ammosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12835673950643948698noreply@blogger.com0