Oh, you have half an hour for the next lecture. Come with us.”


“Lecture completed? So, come join us…”


“Waiting for someone? Wait here.”


“You topped the test? Treat, treat!”


“Whose turn is it today for…?”


“Where are we going?”

“You know!”


The place in subject is one.


From at a distance it might look like an ordinary shack, but lo and behold; advance nearer, grab a tea- 5 rupees for the normal one, or the ‘special’ one costing just a rupee more- sit cosily on the stony seat and look around soaking in the ambience.


The person behind this all, the gratified owner of the stall, sells not just tea(lemon tea, samosa, gulab jamun, launglatta…) but a catalyst for the stimulation of ideas.


Gather some friends, grab a glass, or the ‘kulhadd‘, of tea and let your mind go for a swirl. Talks ranging from how the professor from the previous lecture dressed up today to the deepest deliberations on the Bacon’s essays, everything is ‘served’ here.

That esteemed stall


You can boast your generosity, or show some pity, by paying up for your friends’ tea as well(of course after a lot of debate as to who would end up paying for it- something which is hardly thought of beforehand).


Or with supreme efficacy, evade from paying up for the tea this one time by reminding them how you once paid in the past or by promising to do so in the near future.


Moreover, even if you have no one to chat to/discuss with/ share your tea with, you can indulge in even engaging an activity- EAVESDROPPING!


Again, grab a tea, sit cosily on the stony seat and look around and overhear all the conversations within your earshot.

You will, as per my recollection and experience, hear talks ranging from how Rahul should have batted the other day to the nuances of running the government; from Socrates to Shankaracharya ; from Marx to Manto; from Premchand to Paulo Coehlo; from Basketball to Badminton; from concerns over almost flunking a test to strategies for topping the exams…


If Heavens be more magnanimous, you might even spot a professor or two or even more approaching towards the stall. You can pounce upon the opportunity to initiate a discourse with them on any of the intellectual topics(or even the trending ones like Padmaavat); and, as a bonus, might(rather, definitely) save your money, as the big-hearted professors would promptly offer to pay for it.


If none of these- no friends to fret over the payment, eavesdropping on random conversations, fortunate guest appearances by professors- you can just sit back, with the tea in hand, and marvel at how some water, milk, tea leaves, sugar, and ginger mixed in a divine proportion create the most ethereal potion of all time…



Disclaimer – The following post is written in collaboration with my friend Aayush Jha. Follow his lovely blog TheCommonBoy .

In India, its food is the celebration of its diversity, culture and rich history. It is a thread that connects the multi-cultured people of India; and though the food and eating habits change region by region, the love, joy and spirit of sharing behind cooking throughout the country remains constant.

When we talk about Nawabi cuisine, the first thing that strikes my mind is meat, “Waise bhi Yaar non-veg hi toh asli khana hai baki sab toh ghaas phoos hai”. Talking about Nawabi Cuisine, Lucknow, the Capital of ‘Awadh’, cannot be missed.

Lucknow, one of most beautiful and historically rich towns of North India, famous for its grandiose architecture and eclectic sumptuous delicacies, like Moti Pulao, Tunday Kebab, Lucknowi Dum Pukht Biryani, Arvi ka salan etc. is a direct trip to paradise for all the connoisseurs of food.

One delicacy that beats all the others both, in taste and popularity, is Kebab. They have their own importance, throughout Lucknow, and the saying “Lucknow ke Nawab aur wahan ke Kebab”, which symbolizes the importance of Nawabs and evolution of Kebabs during their reign, proves this.

It is worth-noting that the Nawabs of Lucknow were not as much famed for conquests and expansions as they were for being patrons of art, architecture and food. The Nawabs had a great sense for food and greatly relished eating meaty delicacies.

There is one kebab that is widely known for uniqueness, The Galouti Kebab; it’s the first of its kind of Kebabs. Until 16th century AD, the Kebabs used to be quite chewy and hard in texture. This trend changed with the arrival of Asa-ud-Daula, the successor of Nawab Siraj-ud-Daula. He significantly contributed in culinary and architecture of Lucknow. He brought about a ‘Renaissance’ in the cuisines of that era. It’s during this time that the Galouti Kebab came into existence.

According to historians, Nawab Asa-ud-Daula, had lost all his teeth due to his lavish lifestyle; but this did not deter his craving for Kebabs. He asked his ‘Khansamas’, the royal chefs, to prepare such a kebab which was soft and could be easily dissolved in mouth, unlike the earlier Kebabs that required a great deal of functioning of teeth.

The name ‘Galouti’ itself self suggests “soft”. It is said that Mohammed Fakr-e-Alam was the first one who made Galouti Kebabs, he his said have also invented the Moti Pulao.

Galouti Kebab is prepared by finely mincing the lamb meat and then marinating it in an extraordinary variety of spices, precisely 150 different spices, that enhances its taste, it is deep fried in ‘Shuddh Desi Ghee’. These patty shaped Kebabs take your taste buds on a heavenly journey. Galouti Kebabs have placed Lucknow on the culinary world map. If you ever happen to be in lucknow, then now you know what you should do…..

“Lucknow aye aur kebab na khaya, to kiya kya? Aaiye jaanab, kebab ka lutf uthaien…” Aadab…

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Hello? Hello!

“Hellllllooooo!!!” I say.

“Hello?” my very dear school friend answers.

Why that question mark, I wonder.

Not more than a couple of days ago did we have a long hearty talk, just like our other usual talks, wherein we detail out our respective lives, elaborating vividly what all happened with us, around us in the days we did not talk; wherein we feel as if we are talking vis-à-vis with liveliness so unparalleled that even the dust around us assumes life, unmindful of the people around, instead of over our dead mobile phone; wherein we know the very expressions and gestures the other person is making use of.

” Hello, who’s it?” The voice from the other end of the phone continues.

I still stand pondering.

People change‘, so I had heard; but ‘this quickly‘, I had never known.

Even the closest pal would someday desert you‘, so the elders had warned me; but ‘out of the blue, with no apparent reason in sight‘, I had never even remotely imagined.

Yes, we are in different colleges, pursuing different streams, but that does not justify the change of “Hello!” into “Hello?” within no time, does it?

“Hello? Hello?” The voice now sounds exasperated.

“Hey, hello, it is me…” I painstainkingly utter.

“Hellllllooooo!!! Whose phone are you using?”

And even before she asks further, the foolish me realises that I have called her using a new number. Thanks to the network providers offering unlimited free calls!

I clarify. She laughs. We laugh.

The long hearty talk follows.

Huh! After suffering the puny heartache on hearing “Hello?” I can only wish that may you always be greated by the same old familiar ‘Hello’ or rather
‘Hellllllooooo!!!’, come what may.



You walk with me to the farthest of lands.

I’ll be with you for each step, holding hands.


In this expanse, you be and let me be.

Though two yet one, we’ll ride infinity.


I’ll rule the earth, and soar like a dove above,

And while people fall, I will fly in love…


A/N: So, I was trying something new! Poetry is not exactly my forte, but when i want to write it, I want to write it well. 

So I experimented with ‘Iambic Pentameter’ , a beautiful form of poetry. Do tell me how you found it…




They collided and fell, hard.

“You alright?”

“I am. You? It was a bad fall.”

“Yeah! But don’t you hide. Your face tells you are hurt. Tell me.”

“Eh! Look at your face. It is worse than it normally is. You are hurt. Let me see it.”

“I said I am fine. And my face? At least it is better than yours. Yours seems to be a smashed pumpkin!”

“You are so short and your face so distorted that you resemble a seventy-year old grumpy granny stuck in a child’s body!!!”

“How curt!”

“Wait! You are not even a girl. You have more facial hair than me.”

“Oh, no no no!!! It’s the other way round. You have more of female hormones than me!”

“That’s not even poss…”

“Which is why you are not a man enough to accept that you are hurt right now.”

“I AM COMPLETELY ALRIGHT. Totally fine. But you are not okay.”

“I am also good. I am okay.”

“Okay then”



A guffaw ensued by both of them. Ah! Childlike purity in those high-schoolers! Certainly a sight to behold.

They helped each other get up, dusted themselves, picked up their bicycles and continued ahead; still laughing.

The truth was- both were hurt, bad.

But the truth also was that their pains were already half-cured in each other’s loving and caring presence.

Or maybe there wasn’t any pain at all because they didn’t feel any.

He, unmindful of the scratches on his shin, and she, oblivious to the grazes on her elbow, bantered and dissolved into laughter all their way through…





Clicking pictures has always fascinated me. I am always amazed by the simple fact that we can actually ‘freeze’ a moment, keep it with ourselves and cherish it all through are living years. How marvellous is that?

Freezing. Keeping. Cherishing.

I click everything around me. The animate and the inanimate alike.

I don’t use a DSLR(though I want to!). I am content with my 13MP phone camera. That has given me some very splendid pictures so far.

As mentioned a while ago, I click everything around me. I don’t go to a special different place(say a picturesque landmark or a historical monument) to click pictures. I click what I see, randomly.

That having been said, I am biased towards a place in my very own house for clicking pictures. That’s my favourite spot. It’s a balcony.

I can see the world from there; my little grand spectacular world. The spot has given me some variety of pictures- from the pictures of the various hues of the sky to that of children playing in front of my house- but the picture which beats every other picture hands down is this-


What you see is raindrops falling on the brick sill of the balcony as streetlight falls on those drops from the back.

I call them WATERY FIRE.

I didn’t use any special technique to click these. All I did was to set the mode to Night mode, keep my eyes open, wait for the perfect time and click! Simple! Nothing fancy! Nothing complicated!

Isn’t photography all about simplicity?

I recently came to know about Light, a new camera tethnology company.
They have developed this amazing Compact Camera (visit the link to know more)

They have also come up with a project by the name #VantagePoint wherein they ask bloggers to share their best shot from their favourite spot.

That’s what I have done in this post.



My First Nomination! I cannot thank THE LIVING ME enough for nominating me. Do check out THE LIVING ME ! It’s awesomely awesome(it’s an under-statement though)!

The Rules are as follows-

1: Write a post to show your award.

2: Thank the person that nominated you.

3: Briefly describe your journey as a blogger.

4: Give advice to other bloggers.

5: Nominate the deserving ones.


I have always loved writing. It all started with my writing funny and somewhat inconsequential poetry in my mother tongue- Hindi. People around me loved them. Then I began writing in English too. People loved that as well. Writing essays and flash fiction followed. Then I took writing as a hobby. By and by, it became my favourite past time. But now it is no longer a way to pass time. It is a fuel to get me going in my day-to-day life. Feeling happy- write. Feeling Sad- write. Feeling nothing-write. Just write.

But somehow, it dawned on me that simply writing in my diary, which no one except me would ever read, is not enough. Why not something larger? Something grand?

And hence the BLOG.😃

I love this place. I see the world through different blogs. I meet amazing people, all from different walks from life.

I was apprehensive at first- How would it be? How would I manage it? Would people like my work?

But no more of it now. This is such an undescribably magnificent place to belong to. I talk to people I have never met. I travel places I have never been to…

You get what I am trying to say, do you not?



Keep writing- Anything that comes to your mind. Every thought of every person is worth pondering over. Let your thoughts be known to others. Who knows that you might have a revolutionary thought in your mind?!

Keep reading- That’s where ideas come from. Learn new things to write about. Widen your knowledge. Expand your knowledge. Pick up a dusty magazine from an abandoned corner of your home and just read it through. How about months-old newspapers, or your brother’s comics, or a cook-book…

Seriously, just read whatever you can get your hands on. READ.

Keep praising– Nothing seems more pleasing than a comment telling you that how lovely your blog is. Is it not? If you do not like a post, do not praise. It is perfectly alright. But if you do like a post, PRAISE IT. Do let the writer know that how brilliant her post was. You would only lose a couple of minutes but they would have their day made. You would be the reason they would care to write another post. I mean, who does not love their blogging account full of likes and comments and other notifications?


Who do I nominate?  There are so many proficient bloggers out there.

For now, here are a few nominees-

AMIR. His is a way different kind of blog! Check it out to see why.

OLOWOKEREISAAC. You will assuredly love his blog.

KHUSHI BAJAJ. It has varied contents on diverse matters. Visit it to know more.

Happy Blogging!




In the silence of a dark night; under the light of the mystical moon.




“What tranquility
and solace
I find
in such a thronged place!!!
No one here knows me.
No one,
whom I may know.
They just come
They just go.
All oblivious to me, who is
in a pensive mood,
Sitting in a corner to conclude
A lesson,
which the ambience has to teach me
A lesson,
of such profound degree
A lesson
Which is –
‘Your serenity lies where lies your unfamiliarity. “