On a shopping spree…AGAIN :P

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The last time I went shopping and got that gorgeous AND dress, I was determined I won’t shop until the placement thing gets over. But, then Delhi happened. And you know right, that New Delhi and street shopping are like identical twins. And one cannot just cannot leave the city without visiting Sarojini Market, Kamala Nagar Market, M Block Market, Janpath, CP etc etc.Β When you visit these markets, it is just impossible to not shop. So, taking advantage of the day being a sunday, and Crazy Shopper and another friend are also in Delhi, we decided to meet up and go for shopping.

We met at the Green Park Metro Station and then boarded the Vishwavidyalaya Metro. The best part was we got a place to sit. Since, our stop was around 8-9 stations away, we decided to catch up for the missing two weeks of being away from each other. Crazy Shopper had her partying and pubbing stories. Another friend had her office stories and I had my office plus the accommodation stories.

We reached Kamala Nagar Market and started looking at tops, t-shirts and what not. I got a grey colored Shrug, which was quite different and way smart looking for me to call it a shrug. I bought it. πŸ˜€ We went to a guy selling scarfs and from the sea of scarfs lying there, I got one. I got another Orange top with little hearts from this market. Kamala Nagar is a really good place for street shopping. They do not charge much, and hence save you from going through the bargaining exercise. They even have fresh pieces, and sizes and colors of everything they sell. So, this is not the bad, rugged or used shopping that many people assume street shopping to be. The market even has a number of good eataries and one famous place is Sethi’s cake shop at Mathri wali gali on Bunglaw Road. Please try the dry cake with Vanilla and Chocolate ice cream here.

Also, the market doesn’t really gets to life before 4-4:30 PM, so if you reach before this time, you will get bored.

Next, we went to Sarojini Nagar by Metro first and then auto. We got down at INA Metro station and the auto rickshaw’s there will take you to Sarojini Nagar for 30 Rs. Now, I know Sarojini Nagar by heart. I have shopped here, everytime I have been in Delhi. Stelatoes is a shop in the market, which has a sale running all through out the year on the first floor of the shop and you can buy anything for Rs. 200 and Rs. 250. I have got three footwears from this shop on my three visits to Delhi. Now, Sarojini Nagar is a place where you should surely know how to bargain. If you don’t then be accompanied by someone who does. The market remains crowded all through the day and it gets more and more crowded by the hour. I got one dress from here, one footwear and one white shrug (crochet).

So people here you go, the pictures πŸ˜€

The no so nice but still bought Footwear Rs. 250

The no so nice but still bought Footwear Rs. 250

The Batman T- Shirt :) Rs. 150

The Batman T- Shirt πŸ™‚ Rs. 150

The White Kroshiya Shrug. Rs. 150 :)

The White crochet shrug. Rs. 150

The baby pink colored dress with a bow :) Rs. 250

The baby pink colored dress with a bow πŸ™‚ Rs. 250

The Polka Dots white dress with a belt all in Rs. 250

The Polka Dots white dress with a belt all in Rs. 250

The Smart Grey Shurg :) Rs. 200

The Smart Grey Shurg πŸ™‚ Rs. 200

The light Blue colored Scarf :) Rs. 50

The light Blue colored Scarf πŸ™‚ Rs.

The Orange top with blue hearts :) Rs. 200

The Orange top with blue hearts πŸ™‚ Rs. 200

The semi formal polka dots peach colored shirt cum top :) Rs. 200

The semi formal polka dots peach colored shirt cum top πŸ™‚ Rs. 200

Bhindi Pyaaz :D

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I came back from office only to find my friend’s roomie gone. She is out of station for some days. Me and the friend did not want to spend much time in the kitchen. So, we settled on pyaaz bhindi and parantha.Β 

It took me one hour to cut onions, bhindi (lady finger) and green chillies. It is so because I was talking to Momsy and Gappa on phone which proves that I am not much of a multi-tasker. I believed otherwise for some years.

When I went inside the kitchen, and tried locating where the oil is kept, the friend and I realized that it is over. So, at 9:30 in the night, we went out and bought Fortune Refined oil. We came back and I started cooking. I poured some oil in the pan, let it heat, next came hing, jeera and onions with green chillies. I was waiting for the onions to turn their patent pinkish creamish when Crazy Shopper called. She has reached New Delhi and was putting up with another friend in Greater Kailash. When the onions were all pink and pretty, I mixed bhindi in the pan and realized that the quantity of oil is not proportionate to the vegetable in the pan and then it struck me that Momsy always tells us that bhindi requires good amount of oil otherwise it doesn’t taste good. So, I poured more oil in the pan while cooking the vegetable πŸ˜€

The real twist came when it was time to make rotis after the sabzi was done. As soon as we put the very first parantha over the tava (I have no idea of the english name) the gas went out. At 10:30 in the night, there was no way we could get a filled LPG cylinder. After laughing for 5-10 minutes like idiots, and realizing that no gas means no breakfast, no lunch and no dinner, the friend told me that she would get a filled cylinder tomorrow. I said I would accompany her.

We had bhindi pyaaz with bread πŸ˜€ And it was great πŸ˜›

P.S- I know the recipes (apparently) that I post are no special or extraordinary. But I am just learning to cook and I am way way way too excited because I get to click the pictures and post them here. So, please bear with the easy to make, usual, and boring sabzi’s. πŸ˜€

The finally cooked Bhindi Pyaaz :D And it tasted good :)

The finally cooked Bhindi Pyaaz πŸ˜€ And it tasted good πŸ™‚

Bread Poha for Dinner :D

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Yeah yeah I know most of you will read this and say, “Bas itna hi…bhuk nahi lagi baad mein??” Atleast Gappa said the same thing. πŸ˜›
So, nahi bhuk nahi lagi baad mein. We even had salad.

Coming back to the Bread poha, I came back from office and didn’t feel like cooking roti and sabzi, the usuals you know. I told my friend’s roomie that lets make bread poha. Why?

Because it is easy, takes no time and is ready and doesn’t require lots of utensils to be utilised. Which means no washing utensils πŸ˜€

We cut 2 onions and one tomato (it was the last one left) and 2 green chillies. I poured some oil and let it get hot. But then I realized the pan had some water and as soon as the pan was heated, the water and oil started making that tuck tuck tuck tuck noise. And I ran away from the kitchen and didn’t return until the oil water war was over.

Next, I put some powdered asafoetida (googled the name, normally people call it hing), cumin seed and onion in the pan. I let the onion get a little pinkish creamish in colour and then added tomato. I let them dance all over the pan for a minute or two and then added red chilly powder, turmeric powder, salt and chaat masala for fun πŸ˜›

I mixed everything nicely and neatly and let it cook for another 3-4 minutes. Next, bread was cut into small small square pieces with the border of the bread (I don’t know if it is known by some other name) removed. The bread pieces were added in the pan and mixed thoroughly, evenly without spilling.

Served hot with Guruji’s Rose Squash.

P.S- Do not question the combination. πŸ˜€

P.S 1- Yes I know it is no unusual receipe to be blogged about, but then I had a Digi Cam, and I was too excited and hence the post. πŸ˜€

It didn’t turn out to be very good. It tasted ok ok. And I also know that it looks scary by the face of it. 😦

Onions frying after the water oil war

Onions frying after the water oil war

Me cooking :D

Me cooking πŸ˜€

Adding the chaat masala

Adding the chaat masala

Presenting Bread Poha :D

Presenting Bread Poha πŸ˜€

After the spices were added to the onions

After the spices were added to the onions

To interning and Cooking again…!!!

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So here I am in New Delhi, interning again at the end of my fourth year. I so hope and pray that this be my last internship, and I don’t have to intern again after this. I am basically done with internships. After my first year, first vacation, I haven’t spend more than a week at home. I so want those blissful, no-work-to-do days back, at least for sometime. And, then there is Pink’s wedding coming up next in November. Yeah, that requires another post.

So coming back to the full of heat and go-to-work days, I am putting up with a friend in New Delhi. I met her on my first internship in New Delhi itself and we shared the same room in a paying guest house. We became friends then, I borrowed and read Β Amitav Ghosh from her. I never knew then, that we would become such good friends. I am glad we are. She is the sober side of me. I really like her a lot.

So here at her flat, the friend and her roomie cook breakfast, lunch and dinner by themselves, When she offered me to shift with her, my first and foremost concern was how will I cook three times a day? I mean I just can’t do that. Cooking is not my cup of tea. Momsy was also worried that if I shift with the friend, I wouldn’t cook and who will take care of my food and what if I stay empty-stomach for the lack of culinary skills. But then, I thought I have never stayed at a flat like with friends and this might be my last internship and maybe it is the last time I am coming to New Delhi. So, I decided against my fears and shifted with her.

It has been 2 days and it is going pretty well. But, honestly I am really worried how the whole month would be? I will also come to know if Β I am the order-food-daily types woman. Which I assume I am not.

The office is decent. The partners also seem to be good and friendly. I even have two co-interns to keep me company. The office timings are great. 10:00-10:15 in the morning and I have to stay till 7 PM. I guess it is okay since I am living just 1.5 kms away from my office. I was a total ass on the first day as without asking the office timings I reached the office at 9’O clock sharp in the morning. Then, waited for office people to come for one and a half hour. This all waiting for the office to open and waiting for the partner to give me work made me feel helpless. I do not like waiting. In fact I hate it. Tomorrow is Saturday and I can wear casuals. Isn’t that great? πŸ˜€

I am hopeful that these two months turn out to be, if not great at least decent and normal.

 

 

5th Year…!!!

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When I took admission in my college, I presumed that 5 years is a very long time. I will have a lot of time to read, write, learn, research, make new friends, fall in love. In a nutshell, I thought that I have ample of time to do all what I have wanted to do after I join college.

College during monsoons.

College during monsoons.

Year after year, trimester by trimester nothing seemed to change. It became the monotonous boring and dull college life I always dreaded. I used to go home in between but now I realise I always wanted to come back to my hostel, to my room. There was a bit of uneasiness at home because I knew I don’t have to live there anymore. My real home is my room. Room No. 58.

Whenever I saw my seniors crying or getting sentimental about leaving college. I used to think “why do they make such a big deal out of it?” I mean before joining the college, didn’t these people know that it is going to end someday. But now I realize that after 5 years we actually breathe this place. It is inside us. The things it taught, the incidents that made us what we are today and the hope that this place provides that no matter whatever happens, no matter how tough the going gets, it will always embrace us and cajole us and it will always be there for us.

The college is located at such a pretty place, one can never have enough of it. I mean who has got an entire reserved forest just behind one’s college. And a serene lake to top that. Lush green trees on both sides of the road, beautiful

The lake. It is just a 10 minute walk from the campus.

The lake. It is just a 10 minute walk from the campus.

chirping birds, fishes in the lake, sunsets, sunrise, the caution board stating that a tiger is wandering in the area, enter at your own risk, the hot tea cups near the lake, the peaceful morning walks, rain that makes you feel all romantic even if you broke up recently….only this place has the magic to make you fall in love with even grasshoppers and a whole lot of insect families πŸ˜›

Just one more year is left for my college life. I don’t know how am I going to live at a different place, with a different bunch of people. To start all over is never bad, but then who doesn’t want the journey to continue, to go on. I have no clue about my destination after these 5 years, whatever it maybe good or bad, but I am very sure that the journey was definitely worth the risk of dropping a year after school, of making new friends, of confiding in strangers, of falling in love and of possessing the feeling that I belong to this place. This place I call my college, this place I am in love with, this place which changed my perspective over a lot of things, this place….I will miss. πŸ˜€

Campus at night

Campus at night

A Closer look at the lake.

A Closer look at the lake.

It joins the library from the academic block. The Skywalk.

It joins the library from the academic block. The Skywalk.

Library from the inside.

Library from the inside

Academic Block

Academic Block

Library

Library