The daffodil dance

When William Wordsworth penned it down,

Golden daffodils painted the town,

Was it the flowers or the flowing stream,

Was it the solitude or his dream. 

I cannot tell what poets do,

Inspirations, imaginations, or just a singing cuckoo,

All I know, my mind blinds off,

Starts galloping like a horse.

It takes control of my thoughts

Holds my will as a wrought,

Penning it down is the only aim

Nothing works, no excuse lame. 

Today was such definite day

Down the stairs, I pave my way

I feel the breeze in my hair

The sun shines somewhere.

Listening to the rustle of autumn dry

The white cumulus flocks the sky,

The moment of smile, a sigh of relief 

Tonite with sleep, I would do a thief. 

Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar - My hero, I hail to thee!!

When Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar started playing cricket, majority of the players in the Indian Nathional Cricket Team were attending kindergarden.

Under the influence of the world, I used to cheer for SRT. It was world cup 1992 when i started understanding cricket. Sachin was Jersey number 6. I started following his games. I do not much technical understanding of the game, neither do i intended to. What impressed and influence me was the commitment. It was far away from his team mates, from his seniors. (90% of the team was senior to him).

And then came Sharjah cup 1998. Whoa, what matches. And the game which I will forever remember, which made Sachin my hero. The desert storm game. The storm starts, the players leave the field, no one near the pitch, and SRT standing tall, with his bat, on the middle of the pitch, waiting for the storm to end. Nature bowed to his dedication and will power, and the match continued, and the SRT store continued. Shane Warne did enjoy it the most.

That incident is printed on my mind forever. A very rare sight seen in today's world. I consider myself real lucky to witness this little man's great work.

SRT, just for the Sharjah Cup 2008, accept my standing ovation. You are my inspiration, for life. To have the willpower to win over all complexities of life, stand tall, and persevere to excel.
ucky to witness this little man's great work.

As the ranking falls.. :(

Hello blog.. My sincere apologies for being away from you for so long. The ranking has tumbled down like Jill. 

Trust me I have longed for you. But the circle of 24 hours, oh how much i hate that piece hanging on my wall - the clock. How I wish (like most of us) that it had a few more hours. Some more time slots in my daily schedule. Then one would be dedicated to you my dear bloggie.. 

Once again, I promise I will try to talk to you on a frequent basis. Atleast more frequently than I have done in past months. For this to happen, I must leverage the next 4 months of vacation days I have. Yes, you heard it  correct - 4 months - One of the many privileges of living in Sweden. 

For every child living in Sweden, who is less than 8 years of age, the parents are entitled to 480 days of parental leaves. Even though Vihaan was born in India, I am entitled to the same. And so, I am utilizing those few days to stay with him, visit my home country, and more importantly, focus on my health. 
So my next few posts will have the same focus. This will definitely give me a kick. Apart from loosing weight (which is a definite), I will work towards a healthy mind, body and soul. I have some plans, and that will be coming in the next post.

Till then, I am rejoicing in  the glory of the 4 months of bliss.. basking around.. 

Till later!! 

Cooking, as it turns fashion...

The past 6 months have seen me trying different recipes. I must admit that 6 months sounds a long time, and I have not really tried as much as I could. But my love of cooking seems growing.

Like many other girls of my generation, when I got married I knew no cooking, simple no cooking. Studies and job had kept me miles away from the kitchen. And then the pampering mom to help!!

I started cooking for family when I shifted to Sweden. It was tough in the beginning. Tiring and boring. I used to get tired cutting vegetables and making masalas. 

But as the "cooking fashion" picked up, my interest geared up as well. Cooking fashion includes recipe  blogs, recipe channels, recipe videos, face   book groups - sharing, appreciating, cooking, sharing pictures, then cooking more.. and so on... 

Whatever be it about "cooking fashion", its a strongly recommended "stress buster"... FOR SURE!! 

 Sooji Halwa

 Sewaiya

 Garlic bread

 Baked Mathri

Brownies

May many more come.. AMEN!!! 

Reminiscence with bobo

Your little fingers painted red and blue,
The paper carrying rainbow hue;
Confident strikes and imaginative figures,
And thus memories of my childhood triggers.

Cards and paintings for mom and dad,

Foolish acts of dancing rad;

Digging worms and filling the jar,

The time doesn't seem so far.

As you giggle and jump around everywhere,

I see myself smiling and gazing there;

I am living my childhood days with you,

Feeling fresh and all anew.