Green Chick Peas Pulav and Tomato Soup :)


Now is the time for a majority of students to spend time at home for the winter vacations. I am spending a whole month at home, thanks to the job I got, I do not need to intern any more. How do I spend an entire one month? I decided I would again try my hand at cooking. So, today I made green chick peas pulav and tomato soup. Momsy kept on instructing me and did exactly what and how she asked me to. Here is how I went about it ūüôā

Tomato Soup

steamed tomatoes

steamed tomatoes

People who are expert at cooking consider tomato soup as something which they can make even blind folded. But, it is the first ever soup I made and hence you will have to bear with the recipe. I washed the tomatoes and put them in a pressure cooker to be steamed. Next, I poured the steamed tomatoes in a bowl to cool them off. A thick (not very thick) paste of the steamed tomatoes was

Steamed tomatoes turned in a not so thick paste

Steamed tomatoes turned in a not so thick paste

prepared in a mixer, the paste was then put through a sieve. The paste was then transferred to a utensil on the gas stove adding salt. In a separate pan,  a teaspoonful of ghee, asafoetida and cumin were added and was mixed with the soup.

After boiling the mixture for a good five minutes, tomato soup was prepared.

Soup with salt and garam masala sprinkled over it.

Soup with salt and garam masala sprinkled over it.










Green Chick Peas Pulav

Onions, Tomato, Green Chick peas, Rice, Coriander and green chillies

Onions, Tomato, Green Chick peas, Rice, Coriander and green chillies

I have also never made pulav on my own. I mean doing everything on my own.This time from cutting the vegetables to adding coriander in the end, I did everything. I beforehand cut onions, tomato, green chilli and coriander and kept them ready. I washed rice and kept it soaked in water for some 20 minutes. Next, I added oil, bay leaf, cloves and black pepper along with asafoetida to the pan.

Oil, asafoetida, bay leaves, black pepper, cloves and onion

Oil, asafoetida, bay leaves, black pepper, cloves and onion

After a minute or two, I added onions and green chillies to the pan. After the onions turned a little pink, green chick peas were added. Again, after 5-8 minutes, I added the rice to the pan. Momsy asked me

After adding green chick peas

After adding green chick peas

to mix everything slowly as mixing roughly will break the rice. She asked me to mix everything till I can smell the fragrance of rice, green peas and other stuff included.

When I could, Momsy asked me to add red chilli powder, turmeric powder and garam masala.

After adding rice

After adding rice

This mixture was transferred to the pressure cooker and water was added.

Adding red chilli powder and turmeric powder

Adding red chilli powder and turmeric powder





After the rice was perfectly steamed, the pulav was prepared. Finely cut coriander was sprinkled and served with lemons. ūüôā

rice and water in the pressure cooker for steaming

rice and water in the pressure cooker for steaming

Pulav and Toamto Soup ready to serve :)

Pulav and Tomato Soup ready to serve ūüôā

I hope this zeal to cook and post here doesn’t die away before the vacations are over.


Dreams you dream about !!


She was standing in her matrimonial house, tears rolling down her cheeks and a satisfied happy smile on her face. The kind of smile he loves on her face. Yes, that stupid grin which she always had when she was with him.

He was running towards her. Horrified and scared, feeling that this might be the last time he would ever see her.

She just had enough strength to keep standing till the time he comes and holds her. It would be alright then, in his arms away from this world, everything would be fine now, she said to herself.

As soon as he came near her, his warm breath on her face, her strength left her. She fell down, sub-consciously knowing well that he will catch her. And he did.

She saw his face, one last time, her eyes trying to see him clearly amidst tears, happiness and losing consciousness, she wanted to have a clear picture of him in her mind, after all it has been years since they last saw each other. She was trying hard to keep her eyes open.

She always regretted that trip, they didn’t take when they could and the things she didn’t say to him when it was still time. She wanted to grow old with him, ask thousands of questions everyday and fight with him. Both of them never knew why they fell apart?¬†They both didn’t want it to end and an end like this was never on the list.

There were small wrinkles near his eyes now. If they had been together, she would have definitely teased him about getting old before her. After all he was three years older than her, she remembers him correcting her, it is two and a half he would say, shrugging off his shoulders. And yet after all this time, he had the same kind of love in his eyes for her, the kind of that she could always feel, absorb and experience when they were in college together.

He was saying something, but she couldn’t hear it, couldn’t make out the sound of it. She was looking at his lips, moving and was thankful to god that he finally came to her. That, after years of waiting, crying, missing him, feeling hurt and pitying, he was here on the day she is leaving. She could see tears rolling down his eyes too, her inner angels were smiling at the fact that he still cared. He was hyperventilating. Calling her name, shouting for help, abusing her husband and trying to make the sense of all of it.

She didn’t want him to be terrified. Why was he? She was here, he was here. Isn’t what they have always wanted? To be together. She wanted him to just look at her, hold her and maybe one last time kiss her. Such a drama queen she had always been. And slowly, she closed her eyes, relieved that she was on the safest place on earth, in his arms. She left. Smiling, happy, relieved that her faith in love was finally restored.

Band Baja Bride :)

Pink's Wedding Post :)

Pink’s Wedding Post ūüôā

Some time back I blogged about my best friend aka Pink (hereinafter the bride)  getting married. You can read the post here.

I was very excited and looking forward to attending her marriage from over two months. But, now when I look back the 3 days with her passed in a blur. I didn’t even realise and it was time for me to board the train again, this time however leaving her back.

Day 1

Me (on the left) and Pink (on the right, wearing pink) on our way to Jodhpur

Me (on the left) and Pink (on the right, wearing pink) on our way to Jodhpur.

I never knew that the wedding would be so much fun. I have enjoyed my ¬†cousins marriage before, but Pink’s marriage was far more enjoyable. I left from ¬†Bhopal for my hometown on 22nd after getting done with my exams. Next day, ¬†in¬†the wee hours of the morning, I reached the railway station to board the train ¬†with Pink and her family for Jodhpur. We were 170 people, with everybody ¬†either eating, laughing, sleeping or running behind kids during the entire ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬†journey. We reached Jodhpur on the night of 23rd and went to our respective ¬† ¬† ¬†rooms to freshen up. I was sharing the room with three of her college friends.

The resort was a wonderful and cool place. It was adjacent to lake Kailana and ¬†is designed like a palace. The corridors were beautiful and the view from the ¬†bride’s room was magnificent. After changing and freshening up, all the friends ¬†and cousins of the bride got in our room and made a plan to get the groom in ¬†with us too. Two of the friends went up to the floor where her in-laws were ¬†staying and got back with the groom. The smile on the bride’s face was so pretty ¬†on seeing her soon to be hubby, I was awestruck for a second. She was at first ¬†hesitant and shy to sit next to him. On the pretext of clicking pictures, I made ¬†her sit next to the groom.

The view of the lake from the Bride's room :)

The view of the lake from the Bride’s room.

After a whole lot of stupid and double meaning jokes, everybody departed to call it a night. However, five of us, me, Pink and three of her friends stayed up all night and talked about everything from how her first night is going to be to our old school and college days.

After a lot of convincing and forcing, the bride agreed to sit next to the groom :)

After a lot of convincing and forcing, the bride agreed to sit next to the groom ūüôā

The Haldi Ceremony, traditionally called Pitthi

The Haldi Ceremony, traditionally called Pitthi.

Day 2

Next day in the morning, I got dressed at around 7:30 and went looking for the bride in her suite. She was getting ready for her pitthi (haldi ceremony) and wore a pretty yellow and pink saree. One of her friends and I did her hair and make up and clicked her pictures as we knew that after the ceremony starts we won’t get hold of her.

The ceremony started with the bride’s mother doing the honours. One by one women surrounded her and put haldi on her face starting with her feet first, then knees, then shoulders, next forehead and then face. This sequence is supposed to be followed by every person putting the haldi with crossed hands. I was the last one to do the same as I wanted to play more of holi and didn’t really care about the old ladies staring at me for doing the same. After the ceremony got over, I clicked some more of her haldi clad face pictures and she went to take a bath.

The Dora Palada Ceremony get up

The Dora Palada Ceremony get up.

Doli with the reception lehanga wrapped around a doll

Doli with the reception lehanga wrapped around a doll.

The next ceremony after pitthi was  dora palada (where the in-laws give  you stuff for you  to wear on the  wedding day and other  paraphernalia).  She changed into a  new blue and  yellow heavy saree and  again one of  her friends and I did her  make up and  hair. She was  supposed  to sit in  between all the ladies on the  in-laws  side and they laid out the gifts  beautifully packed in front of her. Her  wedding lehanga came in a beautifully  wrapped  doll sitting in a doli. She  bought her reception outfit from Zari,  Jaipur. After, receiving  gifts from her  in-laws side she got in her room with  us as frantically removed her  jewellery as we were late by 2 hours for the parlor visit to deck up for sangeet. She ran  down three floors with a saree so loosely worn I felt it would come down anytime. I was  running behind her in heels carrying her stuff and trying to keep pace with her.

The Sangeet Lehanga.

The Sangeet  lehanga

She was terribly tensed that the parlor lady will take a revenge on her by doing¬†a terrible make up since she was so late. I couldn’t help but smile at her innocent looks when she said she wants to look her best on these two days. I told her she won’t have to compromise on anything. I will talk to the parlor lady. After we reached the parlor, I helped her change and she sat down for getting her hair and make up done. By the time, she was ready I too have changed in a white and dark purple colored silk¬†lehanga.¬†The bride looked amazingly pretty. She wore a pink and orange¬†gota patti lehanga¬†which she bought from Delhi.



We reached the resort on ¬†time and the groom and the ¬†bride walked together to the ¬†place where ¬†the¬†sangeet¬†ceremony was ¬†organised. Both the families ¬†performed on so many songs ¬†and everybody from the age ¬†of 6 to 60 danced. The bride ¬†danced on Kailash Kher’s ¬†Coke Studio¬†piya ghar¬†and Baalika Vadhu’s¬†mahre hiwada. In the ¬†end we again got some pictures clicked and sat down for dinner ¬†with the bride and the groom. The groom became the victim of ¬† ¬†salty fruit cream and was made to gulp down the entire bowl ¬†without water. I was glad Pink was the bride.

Me with the Bride :)

Me with the Bride ūüôā

Day 3

The next day there were no functions from the bride side, but she was supposed to sit with the groom in his mayara (where the groom’s uncle gives him gifts). The bride wore a yellow poshak (the traditional wear of the Rajput women in Rajasthan) and was looking absolutely stunning. The sitting area for lunch on the morning of the Reception is specially designed for the guests to sit and have their food instead of the regular buffet. The bride and groom also sit in the same area and have lunch together. If you have ever been to Rajasthan or even those Nakhrali dhani places in your city, you would definitely know how much you are made to eat by the hosts. In traditional language it is called Manwaar karna.

Morning of the Wedding

Morning of the Wedding

I finished having my lunch, and ran to ¬†the bride’s room to take out her ¬†wedding¬†lehanga¬†and jewellery so that ¬†we can leave for parlor as soon as she is ¬†done with the lunch. After lunch, she ¬†again came running to the room, threw ¬†open her jewellery, panicking at the ¬†thought of not getting ready on time as ¬†her phere were scheduled at 5 PM and it was already 3:30 and we ¬†haven’t even left for the parlor. We were in such a hurry that there ¬†was no time for me to pick my dress for the evening to change at the ¬†parlor and thus, after a lot of hushing and running we sat in the car ¬†and left for the parlor.

Almost ready Bride. Last moment touch up.

Almost ready Bride. Last moment touch up.

There she changed into her wedding outfit and sat down for make up and hair. I, in the meantime had nothing to do. So, I stared blankly and curiously at every other bride in the room taking out mental notes what kind of dresses we would be buying for Gappa’s wedding and what we should strictly not do. I also learnt that if you are the bride, then you should beforehand decide on how you want your hair to be done instead of leaving it on the parlor women. Anyways, so after staring at everybody in the room for an hour or so, I got up and started taking pictures of the bride in progress. In between staring and taking pictures and talking to her, I was continuously receiving calls from the bride’s father, brother, brother-in-law and I-don’t-know-who to get back as soon as possible because we were already late by an hour for the¬†phere¬†and the groom has reached with the¬†baraat¬†of course. I asked the parlor female to hurry up and after the bride was ready, I dialed everybody’s number to send a car for the bride for 20 minutes and nobody was ready to do the same. Apparently, everybody just got busy and decided to proceed with the wedding without the bride. ¬†After a lot of dialing, scolding and shouting, a car was sent and we reached the resort at around 7:15. Only 15 minutes were left for the¬†mohrat¬†to end. Anyways, she was taken to the¬†mandap¬†and I ran towards my room to get ready.

Just Married :)

Just Married ūüôā

Shaadi ke phere (going round and round)

Shaadi ke phere (going round and round)

Me Me Me :)

Me Me Me ūüôā

One of the bride’s friends helped me get ¬†ready as fast as I can. I reached ¬†the¬†mandap¬†by 8:00 and more than half ¬†of the rituals were already done with. I ¬†wanted to click pictures from a very close angle, but couldn’t do so because all the four sides of the¬†mandap¬†were surrounded by people. I somehow managed to click a few. After everything was done, the bride and groom were taken back to their rooms and were brought back after 10 minutes or so after which they ascended their throne on the stage. The friends on the other hand, started exploring the food section. All of us sat down on a table, and ordered everything our dear bride had on the menu for her wedding. We ate like hippos and also laughed like them, for I remember people staring at us with disgusted eyes.

After the crowd was clear and only family members were left, we went onto the stage to get group pictures clicked. After the bride-groom lone photoshoot, they got down and proceeded for dinner. The best part was that after every function, she could sit down with us and have fun. People generally say that one does not get time to enjoy one’s own wedding. This was not at all true for Pink. She had lots and lots of fun, got time to sit down with friends and even got sloshed the night before the wedding to her heart’s content. And the most amazing part was that even the groom was with us ūüôā

Chatting away all night after the wedding reception :)

Chatting away all night after the wedding reception ūüôā

After the dinner, we all changed into comfy clothes and sat down ¬†in a room with the bride and the groom joining us, remembering ¬†everybody and everything we all have come across together as ¬†friends. Everybody was glad that they attended the wedding for ¬†who knows after this we all will be able to meet or not. ¬†The¬†vidaai¬†was scheduled at 4 in the morning. Nobody realised and ¬†it was 4AM. The bride got up to go to her room and change. We also ¬†packed our stuff as everybody was supposed to leave for the ¬†railway station at 5. She cried and made us cry as well ūüė¶

However, these were memories worth a lifetime. Witnessing your ¬†best friend getting married made me realize that we are reaching ¬†the age where we don’t know what lies ahead of us, the future is ¬†totally and absolutely unpredictable. After school, we knew we will ¬†be going to college. During college, we knew we want to go for a job ¬†or anything else. But, what after we get what all we have planned for? I guess this age which we are living now, is the scariest of all.

I hope Pink enjoys her married life as much as she believes in enjoying everything that comes her way. I wish her all the happiness in the world, everything that god can afford and everything she desires ūüôā

New Beginnings :)


Hellos people,

I have been posting very irregularly (as always) and above it I have also made my blog private. I am soon going to make it public with a new name ūüôā

I hope you will still come back to my space to read all the blabbering and ranting. The first post on the new blog will be on Pink’s marriage with pictures.

The new name of the old blog is

I hope you will bear with me in my new space. ūüôā