As I try to reach out once again.

Today I come back to you all once again.

I failed to keep my earlier promise of being regular with my posts but then that had its own reasons. This time I am coming back because I am missing all you lovely ladies and gentlemen out there. I miss expressing myself and I miss being heard.

I remember, the main reason I created this blog was to reach out to the like-minded people out there. As I proceed with my blog today, I want to make myself really really clear (I apologize if I sound too rude here, but this is really necessary) that I do not intend to hurt anyone in any way through any thing that I post. Everything I post here is just me trying to express myself and any situation that you may be able to relate to after reading them will just be a coincidence.

So please please please never take anything I post here personally :).

I won’t post anything hurtful though :P, don’t worry.

Anyway, stay tuned if you like my posts 🙂 and if you don’t please do tell me where I could improve as I have a looooooong way to go.

I hope you have great day ahead :).

Gratitude be the new attitude.

Do you have a roof over your head now? Did you eat a hearty lunch and or drink a glass of water straight from the filter? Do you know three people who love you? Or did you have a blanket over you last night when you slept? Well, you are richer than more than half the population out there.

We often crib about what we don’t have and so often fail to notice so much of all that we do have right at this moment. The greed of wanting more and more makes us blind and we so often miss the great things that have already come to us.

If you sit down and make a list of the things you have and the things you want, maybe the list of wants will be longer but you will also see the long list of haves that you already have. When you count all that you have been given you will see how much you have to be grateful for. When you count your blessings you will see how much you have to be grateful for.

Maybe at this point some of your relationships aren’t at their best, maybe you want something you think you cannot afford, maybe your health isn’t really well but it’s not the end right? When you count your blessings and be truly grateful for all that you have been given you will see all that you want just flow in like Magic. You will have to do absolutely nothing to get those things. They will find their way to you and they will align themselves according to your situations.

When I came across the concept of gratitude it was slightly difficult to keep my mind away from my wants and focus on my haves. But when I did and when I made it a part of my routine I could see the Universe rewarding me at every step. Make it a habit to count all your blessings right after you wake up and right before you sleep. Put yourself to sleep in this state of gratitude and let gratitude do its work. The next morning when you wake you will notice how much your life changed over night. Maintain a journal and write down, “I am thankful for…..” and list down as many things as you can. Everyday you will see your list get longer. This list may have the people you are blessed to have, good health, a roof over your head, food and money or even the environment that surrounds you.

Gratitude can alone transform your life. Practice gratitude right from today and right from this moment… make it a habit and see your life unfold right in front of you. Believe me… the more grateful you are the more blessed you will be.

Be grateful and have a nice day :).

Where did all the time go???????????

I am at my grand mum’s place now. Have been here for the past whole week. Earlier when we were kids grand dad’s place was out favorite vacation place however as we grew up and school vacations started getting shorter and rare, our visits which were otherwise annual reduced to once in a blue moon.

One thing I love doing when I am here is flipping through photo albums specially the ones with our childhood pictures in it. Yesterday I sat there going through many of these albums. It had pictures of everyone from the family… everyone together… happy pictures you know. All the cousins together, aunts together and all happy times. Where did all that go? Where did all the time go?

Time is something that never stops for anyone. Sometimes I have so much on my plate that I wish I had just 5 more hours to my day but again time wins. According to me, time the most powerful of everything that exists. Time heals, time breaks.

When you go through heart-breaks people tell you to give it time but honestly does it really help? Is it time that’s healing you or is it you who is healing you while taking some time? And moreover how much ever time passes if you still go back into the memories it will still hurt, won’t it? When we were small I remember my teachers taught us an essay on “The importance of time”. It didn’t really make a difference as we grew up.

Every night when we go to sleep we have so much in mind to finish for the next day and we feel so motivated to do it but do we really finish it all the next day? We may justify ourselves saying that we didn’t have enough time for all of it but was it really true? We spend so much time doing all useless stuff, which if we saved up would result in hundreds of extra hours.

I am not preaching but this happens to me too. I make a schedule everyday and allocate time slots for everything but somehow I manage to waste most of it. Time just flies.

As I looked through the albums yesterday I just could not figure out where all the time went. It seems just like yesterday all of it happened. We cannot certainly undo what happened in the past or utilize the time we wasted earlier but we can surely compensate for it. We can compensate for it by making good use of it in the future. Making schedules, allocating time slots, reducing number of hours on unfruitful activities and most importantly following through it may help initially. It is difficult in the beginning but once you get used to the discipline it just comes to you.

Yesterday was an eye opener for me as I realized I had so much to do and such less time. Even if I sort out my schedule I would really wish I had a few more hours. Anyway I will do my bit and try making each of my days productive and fruitful by making complete use of time. I hope you do the same too :).

 

A stroll back in time

So after being inactive for a long  time I am back again with a lot to talk about. So today as I was lying down listening to some music when some memories gushed back.

Well, this was in 2010 when after being at home for seven years mum dropped me at one boarding school again. This time my school was an all girls’ school and I had never been to one before.

All the new students were asked to report earlier than the old ones. We were all new there, nervous and sad when our parents left. Many of us cried and few of the bold ones comforted us. I can clearly remember that night when we went to bed after orientation. I could hear sobs from the upper bunk and the one next to mine and the one next to it too. We all lay awake that night with tear stains all over our pillows and we knew even our parents didn’t sleep that night.

I kind of wanted the night to get over soon. I was eager to see what happened next. The next morning all the other students started arriving and we all got busy introducing ourselves, making new friends and just living in that moment.

Life…though not very good was quite good before. We were younger than we are now, there was no fear of being judged, we didn’t have to bother about making first impressions, nobody cared how you dressed or how you looked. We could just live in the moment rather than the past or the furture.

I wish I could undo and redo so many things that happened. I wish I could relive those moments again.

Heart breaks make you stronger

Has it ever happened with you that you gave everything you had to someone or something and ended up with just a broken heart? Heart breaks hurt. They make you cry but they help you get stronger than ever. The choice is always yours whether you want to continue crying over it or cry once, wipe your tears and walk out of it as a stronger being.

I am the kind of person who attaches meaning to everything she does and everyone who means something to her and often ends up with a broken heart. But my past experiences have taught me to be stronger, to accept whatever the situation is and move on, to hope that something better awaits me and be careful the next time.

Hearts are not only broken in relationships but even when you long for something and give it your best but somewhere you fail. Maybe you wanted that scholarship your college was providing, you studied day and night for it and worked hard but at the end of the day someone else bagged it. You might cry. You might feel lost and hurt and heart broken. Its not wrong to cry. Crying helps you feel better but there comes a point when you need to stop. Why not think it the other way and convince yourself that God has a  better plan in my mind and that’s why you didn’t get it?

What is yours will always be yours and what is not will somehow escape your grip even if you initially catch hold of it. You meet many people in life… you depart with many. Many meetings are the last meetings. Everyone has to leave one day. Hearts are broken when a loved one leaves and sometimes never comes back. Why not remember the happy memories and the time you got to spend with them instead of making yourself miserable. The person who left would definitely not want to see you cry for them.

When you get your heart broken in a relationship try mending the relationship first as every relationship matters. But if its gone and broken then mend your heart first. Convince yourself that whatever happened was maybe not meant to happen and whatever happened happened for the good.

If any thing bad happens and we end up getting hurt we tend to look at everything from a very negative perspective and miss out on so many things and opportunities around us. Whoever is reading this… I would ask you for a promise. A promise that you will keep forever. A promise that whenever whatever happens you will always look at the situation form a positive perspective and try to look at the brighter side. I know it’s easy said than done but trust me it’s all in your mind. Once you can convince your mind you will be the strongest and you will definitely have the strength to deal with whatever comes your way.

Ilish maach

Ilish also known as Hilsa, Palla, Ullam is a fish eaten mostly in Bengal and Bangladesh though it is enjoyed in other parts of the country too. Since I was a kid I have loved Ilish and since it has lots of bones mum would always de-bone it for me and feed me. Hilsa belongs to the Herring family and is an oily fish which may survive in marine as well as fresh water. This fish can weigh upto 3kg and grow 60 cm long. It is the national fish of Bangladesh and is smoked, fried, steamed, baked in young plantain leaves, cooked with mustard paste, curd, brinjals along with other spices. In Bengal and Bangladesh it is almost a tradition to eat Ilish maach with Paanta bhat (fermented rice) for breakfast on Pohela Boishakh which is the Bengali New year. In Bengal, the oil from the fried fish is served with rice and salt and enjoyed with fried Hilsa eggs. Shorshe maacher Jhol and Doi Ilish are the most famous preparations of Ilish. The amount of bones in a small fish is a lot more than those in a big fish and the texture and taste differs to a great extent. Similarly, salt water and fresh water fishes also have a lot of differences in the way they taste.

Here I’ll mention a link where you can see the recipe of Shorshe Maacher Jhol in a very interesting manner. I hope you enjoy the video.

A few pictures: starting from top left corner is shorshe Maccher jhol, towards the right is fired Ilish and its eggs, and bottom left is the raw Hilsa fish.

FOOOOOOOOOD

I am a Bengali and I love to eat and cook too. Once upon a time I wanted to become a Chef but slowly my wants changed. However, my love for food still remains though my gym trainer does not let me eat most of what I like. So I have decided that I would include a page in my blog where more information about my favorite food items from India will be mentioned. These posts might be of some help to Culinary students.

My birdie

I was in the sixth grade and we lived in Mumbai. Our apartment was close to the sea, amidst an ever noisy localty. We lived on the topmost floor of the building and our balcony overlooked the sea, the railway station, salt pans, markets and a few settlements. Dad would always scatter pieces of ‘Parle-G’ buiscuit in the balcony and biIMG-20160825-WA0002rds would come and eat them. There would be parrots, sparrows, crows and mynahs. I would always get excited as I heard the chirps of parrots and would run upstairs to the balcony and watch from the corner. Feeding birds had been a tradition at my house since many years.

One fine afternoon as I came from school and was taking a nap I remember I heard a different sound but I knew it was a parrot. I guessed mum and dad had forgotten to give them food and so they were trying to remind us that they were hungry. I opened the door to the blacony and started breaking biscuits when a small parrot, dark green in color with red marks on his wings, a deep red beak and was very fluffy flew and sat on the slab. He was so hungry that even before I walked inside he rushed towards me and started having the biscuits.

I love all forms of animals and birds and so I was very excited to see this parrot being so fearless. I slowly tried to sit next to it as it ate. Other birds would fly off even if they noticed slight movement inside the house through the net but this brave one sat there and continued eating. Maybe he was very hungry.

He was a baby bird and I felt as if he was someone’s pet and had managed to fly away. I don’t know how but I fell in love with this bird from that day itself. I sat there looking at him, he ate and flew away. I just hoped he would come back.

Next morning, I slept till late, I missed the bird feeding time and I asked mum whether my birdie came, he did come. I was sad I missed him but that evening he came again. This day I tried feeding him biscuits by holding them in front of his beak. He would take it with his feet and hold it and nibble it. But I kept feeling that the biscuits were hard for him.

That eveninng I bouIMG_20160826_222027.jpgght guavas and chillies for him and kept it for him and the other parrots in the morning. He did not touch any of those so I gave him biscuits and he was happy and nibbling again.

Eventually I started crushing the biscuit in my hand and forwarding my hand to my birdie, he would eat from my hand and his beak would feel ticklish every time he pcked at the biscuits. I was the only person he liked 😛 as he would fly away if anyone came close to him. When he would eat he would let me touch his head and run my finger on his feathers. He loved me as much as I loved him.

Everyday he would come in the morning and evening at fixed times and would make a very different sound and I would know he is here. When I would tell my friends and relatives about birdie everyone would ask me to cage him by trick but I would feel hurt when they would say that. I could never trick birdie to trap him. He belonged to the sky, to the nature and to the tree and I could not take any of that away from him.

However, this lasted for a very short time as my family and I had to visit myy aunt for a few days and when we came back birdie was gone. He never came back. Maybe he was too tired of waiting, maybe he thought we left. I hadn’t even named birdie by the time he left and then I could never name him again

I have two pets now. Both of them are very dear to me but birdie was my first pet and he has always been my favorite and will always be.

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The day when I realized I was in a boarding school

When I was two and a half years old I remember being sent to a boarding school in Darjeeling, India. I was this ever smiling kid, with just a few teeth and bob cut hair. I held my Mum’s little finger and walked to the dorm. We had just dropped my brother in his dorm and now was my turn. I was small, I didn’t realize mum was leaving me and going. I didn’t know I would go to sleep without her that night and many more nights to come. As mum recalls now, with my cute smile and the two buggsy teeth in front I kept waving “tatta maa” and I held the warden’s hand and kept walking. The school was huge and I was the youngest one. From the first day onwards I was pampered a lot. I have a very good memory and remember most of what happened even when I was a kid. The whole school, its images, memories everything dances in front of my eyes when I think of it. That night I was given a bed alone, but then I wanted to go to mum and I just wouldn’t sleep. I cried and cried until the warden made me sleep with her. From the first day itself I started sleeping next to my warden. She took good care of me as I was everyone’s favorite ever smiling baby. This was the only time when I had not known that when mum leaves I will see her only after months. When she came to meet me in monsoon break I was so so so happy but then this time when she came to drop me back at the hostel I knew she was leaving me again. I just wouldn’t let go of her hand. I cried and cried and thinking of it I still cry. I can remember how tough it was for mum as she tried to control her tears on seeing her baby cry so much. Sometimes I wonder why mum and dad left me there but then I try to think maybe there were reasons she had to. Of course they did get us back  home when they saw we wanted them and kept us close. Sometimes I don’t feel good about having such a good memory… I remember not only the good things but the bad ones too :(.

 

A delivery gone wrong

Being in the hospitality industry I have always been trained to treat my guests and customers in a polite and warm way. However, recently all my experiences with various restaurants have been proving that many establishments care only about how the staff behave within the boundaries of the establishment and do not take an effort to train those who will be delivering the food in case of home delivery orders. All it needs to qualify for being a delivery agent is having a vehicle to carry out the delivery and know basic English. But aren’t even the delivery guys representing the establishment to those who are not physically experiencing the service at the hotel but experiencing the service at home? Today when I ordered food from Freshmenu, an online food delivery site which I make use of very often, the food was pretty amazing but the delivery experience ruined my meal. The delivery agent was very impolite and used improper words while talking. When I confronted him I was given many excuses and the agent even lied that he wasn’t talking to me. He was pretty rude. Moreover when I told him I would take action and report the issue to the customer service he said, “yeah okay go complain”. It was evident that they they did not fear a complain as maybe no action would be taken against them even if they were reported. Daily training is conducted for the staff so that they treat the guests well, so why not train even those who deliver. Over the past few months a few more incidencts as such have occurred where the delivery personnel was way below the mark and I wonder how many of them were corrected later on.