Why can't I?

Why can't I get a close close friend whom I can hug while on a run! 

Why can't I have a girlish girl who enjoys all things that seem like fun! 

My Life ain't short of girls if that is what you think

But none matches my wavelength, to whom i can link

I want a girl to praise my awful dressing sense 

And promise to take me to shopping in a dense

A girl that loves eating, shopping, and blabbering just like me

I found many with one, but not all qualities you see

A friend that calls me in the middle of the night

Wants to talk to me and make up for that fight

I found a dear dear friend in my little sister

She is so far away and has a friend in her mister

But But But I thank God for so many girls in my lives

Talkative, funny, shy, motherly, busy, and many are now wives

I won't stop complaining for giving me a lonely life out here

I would like you to stop my heart sinking by offering me a beer!

The Good Ol' Jalebi

The post is about sumptuous juicy delicacy, impossible to ignore by all those with even a tiny sweet tooth - our very own Jalebi!!! No, the sweet has no translation in English or might be any  other language, which makes it all the more interesting or tasty for that matter. However, the mighty sweet has traveled all around the globe with fans ready to kill for it at drop of a hat. What makes the history of the sweet interesting is the fact that Jalebi is included not just in the  menu, but also in phrases, songs, commercials, connotations and what nots. 


Remember a commercial of a cooking oil, where a young lad of around 10 years is seen on the railway station in the first scene. Sitting on a bench there, with all his luggage, he looked pretty annoyed with all those going on his life. Among a host of unknown faces, he recognizes a known one and shouts, "Ramu Kaka"!! Ah, you remember the ad! Read the further conversation. Ramu Kaka spots the child, "Arrey, tum yahan?" The boy, "Me ghar chod ke jaa raha hun (I am leaving the home)" Ramu Kaka tempts the child, "Par mummy ne toh ghar pe garama garam jalebi banayi hai (But your mom has prepared steaming hot jalebis). Yes, the child returns home. Aha, the boy fell into the trap. 


Then there's another advertisement by an olive oil brand. It addresses all those who think olive oil cannot be used for frying. The ad's targeted Indian homes who are slowly and gradually joining the small strata of olive oil users. What the ad says, "Yes, I am Italian. But I can make a mean Jalebi". Oh, so Jalebis are mean, eh? May be, they are... going by the way they seduce the sweet lovers, cleanly hiding the calorie content! 


What's special about this delicacy is that it does not belong to any cast or nation, nor does an age-group. People from any and every age group fall for this sweet delicacy. It's equally favourite with Hindus, as it is with other castes. I suggest the independent candidates opting to stand in coming elections, should chose Jalebi as their symbol to garner maximum caste-less votes. 


Jalebi is not spared even by literature. Do you know that there's a phrase in Hindi which makes good use of the shape of the sweet. It goes like this, "Jalebi ki tarah seedha hona" For those ignorant of the sweet, let me introduce you to its shape - spiral. The phrase translates to, "a person who is as straight as a jalebi" The phrase is a taunt to person who claim to be innocent and are actually not, are referred as "jalebi" Interesting, isn't it?


Cut to the present times. Recently the humble sweet was featured in a Bollywood item number. The living equivalent of Jalebi, Mallika Sherawat, gyrated to the tunes of a song, proclaiming herself to be 'Jalebi Bai'. The humble Jalebi lost all her innocence. Post the shoot,  the siren was seen promoting the featured song along with the movie, posing with the jalebi. (No, she ain't relished the sweet going by the calorie counts). Our jalebi sure made headlines (in a Bollywood gossip column, though) and many a Indian baraatis danced on the tunes of this song, making it a huge hit. 

Never had I thought that a jalebi will highlight so much of space of my blog. But, it sure has. Don't forget to grab the jalebis from the nearby store (don't forget to ask the connoisseurs where you will get the best one or the entire charm of the sweet will be lost). Some like it dipped in steaming or chilled rabri and others like me have it whatever way it's presented. Jalebi :)

Summer's Here...

Never I felt writing a post on summer. But here it is.


It was not visible.
I rose from my bed, hunted for it here and there. I stood by the window for good 20 minutes, but could not see it. I am in love with it. Everything else just fades away. I can say its happiness personified.


Stealthily, she sneaks into my bedroom through the window. I smile, rub my eyes and hug her. "How come you are here, today? I kept coaxing you to meet me. Here you are, uninvited but making me feel pleasant." She is the most awaited life in winters - the first ray of the sun in my bedroom. Throughout the winters, I use to wait for her. Sometimes, I just stood in balcony, waiting for her. And when the sun reached my home, even for meager 10 minutes, I made the most of it, not caring an inch about the suntan.

The onset of summers bring a whiff of pleasant memories. It's like I just woke up after a deep slumber. All the laziness that winters injected in me, just goes away like the wind. I am all set to exercise, cook, play, work....just everything. Above all, summers bring a new zest - to do something I never did. Actually, summer gives the time to do so. The long days, the smiling sun and the blooming home.

Summers bring the taste of coolers after an everlasting walk towards the cafe. It brings back the umbrella and the shadow of a tree. The taste of kulfi during the long stroll post dinner. Smiling mango lovers, cash counting cola wallahs, welcoming ice-cream stalls and vanishing hunger. Aah! summer's here.

However much I have enjoyed, hugging the first ray, I started sweating in just 15 minutes. Slower the day started in winters, quicker is it in summers. At just 11 am, I felt like its almost 3 in the afternoon. When I had begun writing this article, summer was looking lovely...but the unfolding day makes me wonder - where's monsoon?