WHY FOOD IS BETTER THAN PEOPLE.

1.    No expectations.

2.    No demands.

3.    You never owe your food anything, except for maybe, a pinch of salt.

4.    Your butter chicken would never cheat on you with your chhole bhature behind your back.

5.    It’s never ‘complicated’ with samosas. You either like em or you don’t.

6.    You can share all your secrets with your pasta, for you’re going to finish it off soon.

7.    You can tell your food about your feelings without the fear of being rejected, you wouldn’t be turned down. Ever.

8.    You can have fun with more than one chicken legs at the same time and your wings won’t seem to mind at all!

9.    You can save some pizza for the morning! (*wink*)

10.  It’s just not possible to pick a fight with your beloved, unless of course, it’s tinda.-.-

11.  Food doesn’t argue, it listens.

12.  No ego clashes.

13.  You’ll never get stood up on a date with your cheesecake. Ever.

14.  You can always keep your options open.

15.  Your food loves you unconditionally, no matter how pathetic you are..I mean..I love you, you reader! Leave a comment!:D

LIFE IN A METRO

Despite all the hatred and the abhorrence that Monday does receive from (I’m pretty sure) everybody, it just doesn’t seem to die down! So, yes, it was just another Monday. I left my house at exactly 8:05, walked down the road, bargained with the rickshaw-wala, saving myself a good five bucks. I plugged my earphones in. Zeppelin playing in the background totally made me feel like a badass hero of some sorts. Got off the rickshaw, preferred to take the elevator. And bam! Just as the doors were about to close, there came an auntyji blocking the way. The next thing we know, the digital screen said “overload”. “Overload hogaya hai”, said the auntyji with adamance enlightening her face, adamance of not getting off the elevator. She started staring at me. After a good 50 seconds of no movement at all, I chose to get off the elevator and climbed up the stairs in annoyance. As soon as I walked over to the women’s checking area, I saw the lady who was now looking at me like I was some sort of a criminal. “Haath upar karo, madam. Checking karna hai”, said she. I followed her instructions religiously. Phew! So, I wasn’t carrying a bomb in my bag, after all. Great! I checked in and relented a little inside as I checked the balance in my metro card. Should not have spent the money on the tortillas, I thought to myself. I climbed up the stairs instead of entering the elevator this time, in order to avoid the experience that could have been. I could hear the metro arriving at the platform. I escalated my feet and got inside the coach just in the nick of time! I tried to walk over to the ladies’ compartment. All the eyes followed me like I was some sort of a model walking the ramp and honestly, this ‘attention’ wasn’t too likeable. And finally, after reaching my destination, my eyes started taking a stroll through the coach, looking for a vacant seat and yes, it was a good day! I found one, right next to the junction. I settled myself on the seat and it was an amazing feeling. I felt..victorious! There I was. Phew! I started looking around. This was my favourite way of passing time- observing the people around me. There were a lot of familiar faces- faces that never smiled at you (not even after almost a year of travelling together!). I could see a group of four girls talking about the hotty of the college and the ‘plastic’ beauty that was the only hurdle they had to overcome. There was a guy with (I’m assuming) his girlfriend standing at the junction of the coaches. He had encompassed the girl like he was some sort of a possession of his. Right across the junction, I could see an old man resting his head at the pole, waiting for the young guy to get up from the seat that he had occupied.(He didn’t think the guy would offer him a seat out of regard, did he?). But very honestly, I could see the gleam in his eyes. And I was pretty sure he was feeling the same way that I had been feeling a while ago (Please don’t judge. I would’ve offered my seat to an older woman. Just sayin’.:P). Poor soul, before he could even relish the pleasure, a well groomed woman tick-tocking in her three inch pumps came upto the guy and shot him a look. She didn’t say anything, she just stood still. And yes, the guy had to give up his ‘throne’ to the beautiful lady in red. The best part? He did so with a wide smile on his face! Aand I couldn’t help but laugh. And before I could realize, an invisible soul announced “Next station is Rajiv Chowk. The doors will open on the left. Please mind the gap”. This was it! It was here! I had to struggle my way out of here or else, I would be dragged away from my goal, quite literally. I took a deep breath, vacated my seat, played Buckethead (still feeling like a badass hero, by the way!) and waited for the doors to open. I had yet another  battle to fight..and win..

TEN LESSONS THAT CHILDHOOD GAMES TAUGHT ME

1.       HIDE N SEEK:

How to hide from that one person who keeps on following you everywhere, or maybe..that sore ex. Ouch.

2.       PAKADAN PAKDAI:

How to snatch food from everyone’s lunch box and never get caught.

3.       DUMB CHARADES:

How to tell your friend sitting across the room, about the hot guy sitting to her right or the bitchy girl sitting to her left or the hot girl sitting to your right.

4.       GALLERY:

Mind your own bloody business. No need to step into strangers' gardens..er..galleries.

5.       KHO KHO:

How to hit and run.

6.       STAPOO:

Take baby steps. Don’t take long leaps if you’re not sure.

7.       GHAR GHAR:

How to be the perfect Indian bride. Uh.

8.       RING A RING O ROSES:

Falling might feel good because everything and everybody around you is good and you’re laughing, but you can’t completely refute the idea that it might hurt your ass tomorrow. Big time.

9.       LANGDI TAANG:

If you don’t stand up on your own feet, people are going to run away from you. (Deep shit, bruh!)

10.   BLIND MAN:

If you don’t see things clearly, a lot of people are going to distract you and use it to their advantage. And the ones who do try to help you won’t be properly acknowledged because they’re already out.( Again. Deep shit, bruh!)


P.S.- Yes, I'm a 90s kid.:D

THE BEST THINGS ABOUT BIRTHDAYS

5. CAKE:

    Preferably at someone else’s expense.

4. FOOD:

    Should be at your own expense. If it isn't, well..

    Tsk..tsk..

    Don’t be a b*tch and get those Gandhiji’s babies out.^_^

3. GIFTS:

    Hopefully.

2. LOUVE:

     So much louve pouring in from everywhere! EVERYBLOODYWHERE.

1. CAKE:

     Oh, wait. Have I mentioned this before?

     But oh, well. Cake.:3

Oh, and here's a picture of Emma Watson:-

Oh, and one for the ladies, too:-

 Like, comment, share, follow. Kthanks.:P

Dineout to the Rescue. A chat with Vivek Kapoor (Co-Founder, www.dineout.co.in)

Courtesy: http://foodartfashion.com/

Vivek Kapoor, Co-Founder- dineout.co.in

This one’s for all those who wish to get themselves and their loved ones a good ‘Dineout’ experience, but just haven’t  had the time (or are feeling just too lazy :P) to explore their options.

So..we got talking to Vivek Kapoor, one of the four co-founders of Dineout (Ankit Mehrotra, Sahil Jain, Nikhil Bakshi – the other three) about their journey, challenges and more..but what we did discover along the way was that this is one man who absolutely ‘lowes’ the team that he’s a part of. (Aww! ^_^)

What prompted the idea?

Okay, I had been sailing for ten years (Vivek was in the merchant navy before this. Wow.) So, what I noticed, by travelling in the developed parts of the world, was that services like these were pretty common in other parts of the world and there was nothing like this here in India. So, we thought why not bring something like this? It was a fresh concept for the people here and the scalability of the concept was clearly visible.

Had you always wanted to be an entrepreneur or the idea just hit you along the way?

Look.  I had always dreamt of starting something up and being my own boss but well, inhibitions and the fear of failure can really disrupt your thinking at times! Technically, I was almost the last one to be joining the team (laughs). Initially, I was just a friend helping out his friends, but well, here I am now! Ankit, Sahil and Nikhil had already plunged into the idea wholeheartedly.

Tell us about the challenges that you’ve had to face along the way.

Well, like every other start up, we’ve had our share of adversities, too. Since, the four of us come from a professional background where words like ‘commitment’ and ‘punctuality’ and ‘professionalism’ were running in our blood. But coming to Delhi was a real eye opener. We’ve had days where we’ve had to wait for hours even after taking appointments; we’ve come across situations where we’ve been told that a certain job would be accomplished within a certain allotted time, only to be deeply disappointed. The deadlines and commitments were mostly never met by the other parties. So, it was a cultural shock for us!

TimesCity acquired you recently. How does it feel?

You know how they say,” the best things happen to those who wait”? Yeah, I’ve started believing in that now!

Well we had been approached by a few who wanted to invest in us, but, as you know, it is very important for a start up to join hands with the appropriate fund house. And withTimesCity we knew, that the amount of expertise, mentorship and market presence would be huge. The platform that timescity gives dineout is immensely strategic, in terms of our technology vision, brand presence and business growth, which is exactly what the doctor ordered.  After all it is the biggest media house in the country and has enough fuel to boomerang us to a level that we would have reached maybe, three or four years down the line. In addition, there was a lot of synergy between our services, so it is surely a step in the right direction.

How can YOU relate with the idea?

Well, Dineout is all about exploring new dining experiences and, personally, I get bored of visiting the same places again and again. So, yeah, because Dineout lets you explore new places where you can explore the best cuisines, lounges and dining experiences, I think this is one area where I can relate with the idea.

What, according to you, would be the most awkward dine-out experience?

A much awaited occasion. A special night. A dine out that you’ve dreamt of for so long. And what are you exposed to? No seats available. Or you have to wait for what seems like an eternity for your food. That’d be awkward. Dineout eliminates such situations. Just sayin.

Also, going out with your current and bumping into your ex with her/his current. Awwwkkkwaardd.

What are you working on currently?

Well, we’re working to build technology for our partner restaurants. We wish to embellish the already user friendly system. We’re trying to build a tech product that helps promote and market our partner restaurants in the most cost effective manner and one that shows a direct return on investment to the restaurants.

What would be the dream for Dineout?

No diner experience should be complete if Dineout is not a part of it.

Bacardi without coke = Dining experience without Dineout

THAT would be the dream.

What do you think is the most important deal for a successful venture?

Team! A good idea is important but a good idea is nothing without good execution. And efficient execution is impossible without a good team. If you can muster a team to which you can entrust everything, things become a lot easier. There are going to be obstacles, of course, but the very idea of your teammates having your back puts you at ease and helps you overcome those with a lot more efficacy.

The best part about working for Dineout?

The team, again! The four of us- we’ve been friends since Kindergarten! So, you can imagine the comfort space that we share with each other. I think we have such a friendly atmosphere that it makes working an absolute pleasure!

Rapid Fire:-

Dineout- Passion.

Food- North Indian.

Vivek- Focussed.

Travelling- Introspection.

Interviews- Fun!

Message to young entrepreneurs..

It’s tough. It sure as hell is tough. When you begin the journey, you’ll have to face a lot of hardships, but that shouldn’t stop you from working on your dream. If wherever it is that you are today is better than where you were yesterday, just know that you’re on the right path. Keep going.

P.S.- They offer heavy discounts! :P

Soo..click here NOW:-)

http://www.dineout.co.in/

SHOP YOUR WAY THROUGH THE STREETS OF DELHI

Pamper yourself with some great fashionable clothes, footwear and accessories which won’t just appeal to your closet, but your wallet would seem to like it, too!

Yes, AwkwardPanda is all set to take you through the street markets of Delhi. WE will tell you where that place is where you can shop for the perfect LBD that you’ve been ogling at the &))$&@ showroom, the perfect pair of pumps that you’ve been dreaming about but alas! Dearest mommy won’t give you your pocket money in advance. Well, worry no more, reader..er..shopper! 

STOP 1:- Kamla Nagar Market

This is the hub place for (apologies for generalizing) the Delhi University students. If you wish to grab all the eyeballs in the college and wish to be labelled as the diva (that too, within your budget), you might want to get off here. Apart from the latest entries into the fashion world (not so much with the brands, of course :P), you’ll also be able to fetch yourself some lip smacking food items.

STOP 2:- Sarojini Nagar Market

This market is not just famous for the clothes and the shoes but for the variety of accessories that this market has to offer, be it the heavy jhumkas that you need to pull off with that salwaar kameez that you’ve been planning to wear to the college, or the saucy neckpiece for the sundress, or well, just simple plain earrings to go with the formal attire – this place has got it all!

STOP 3:- Janpath Market

Be it the ‘Deepika Padukone’ pants, the ‘Sonam Kapoor’ skirt or the ‘Priyanka Chopra’ shirt, you’ll get it all here. Venders would literally be shouting it out: “Deepika Padukone ne Cocktail mein aisa hi dress pehna tha, madamji”. First price: 950 rupees only, madamji.

*After about 15 minutes of bargaining*: “Dekho madamji, sirf aapke liye special price, 150 rupees only! Par aur kisi ko mat bolna”. Yep, to all the broke college students (future Deepikas and Priyankas) out there, this is the place to be!

STOP 4:- Lajpat Nagar Market

This one’s my personal favourite! Not just because of the variety of clothing (Indian AND western), footwear and the accessories (especially the handbags!) that it has to offer, but because of the food! YES!

Give your taste buds a good treat. Lajpat Nagar market is also famous for the momos wali aunty that runs a stall right at the entrance of the market (Really! You can NOT go ahead without tasting those!) and the paani puri and oh! The best one- Chinese chaat!

So, dear shopper, whenever you set your foot out to go shopping, the next time, DO refer to this catalogue and you’ll know just the right place to go to!

FIVE COMPLAINTS PARENTS NEVER GET TIRED OF MAKING

(Especially if you’re brown)

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1.     Number laya kar puttar!

Now, this is something that never ends. You score 60%, it obviously isn’t good. They ask you to score 70%. You score 70%, they ask you to score 80% and so on. BUT. Even if it’s 99.9% that you score, “ek number kahan kat gaya beta?”

There’s just no pleasing them!

Excuse: “We just want to see you get better and better”

2.     Bade ho jao.

Whether it’s Doraemon that you’re watching or that comic book you’re reading or maybe you’re just sitting and acting all goofy, you must have to listen to this one dialogue. And no, it’s not necessary that whatever it is that you’re doing is bothering them in any way, but it is.

Excuse: “We want to see you grow as a person”

3.     Bachche ho, bachche banke raho.

Okay, someone PLEASE tell me what category I fall into- the child or the adult?!

For the last 19 years of my existence, I haven’t been able to figure out what it is that I am to my parents. One moment, they expect me to act like a kid and the very next, they want me to be old and mature enough to be able to counsel a married couple.

Excuse: “Beta, humare liye aap humesha humare bachche hi rahoge”

4.     Badtameez kahin ka!

You might just be putting your point across, but NO! Apparently, tum zubaan chala rahe ho!

And of course, if they’re putting their point across, they’re just putting their point across J (Even if the ‘point’ is a jhaadoo or a chappal)

Excuse: “We’re grooming you as a person”

5.     TV mat dekh/Internet pe mat baith/Phone pe baat mat kar/Party pe mat ja

You might be done with each and every ounce of your homework, revision, test studies, extra reading affairs, B.Tech entrance preparation, MBA preparation, PhD thesis, senator speech, but NO! Don’t do it! They would find SOMETHING that you haven’t done yet, be it physical exercise, cleaning up your room, or arranging your library. And if you’ve been the ideal kid to have done it all, let me burst your bubble, there would STILL be something that’s missing. Your shaadi’s preparations, maybe!

Excuse: “You’re wasting your time. You should be utilizing it, doing something productive”

Soo..well. Whatever it is that you do, they would always find a loophole or a counter argument. Always.:P

But despite that, they really love us. Like really. J

(^Mother calling. Kbye.)

DISCLAIMER: This post might contain what-might-seem-offensive contents, but none whatsoever was intended.
Aaand I love my parents. Just sayin' :P

TEN REASONS QUEEN IS A MUST WATCH

1. Kangana Ranaut and Lisa Haydon (Hello, guys!)

  All the boys are in for a treat if they plan to go and watch this movie (if you know what I mean!)

2. Mish Boyko

Yes, of course! The filmmakers couldn’t possibly be unfair to the ladies, now, could they?

While Lisa and Kangana light up the screen , Mish Boyko gives the girls a perfect mixture of smouldering looks and a pretty face (and consequential figurative mini orgasms)

3. A reason to travel alone.

(Possibly for your honeymoon. ALONE.)

Honestly, if I ever get to go for a honeymoon like this, I wouldn’t EVER mind getting married..er..getting my marriage called off. Late nights. Out with strangers-who-will-eventually-turn-friends-after-I-tell-them-my-dukhbhari-daastan. Walking on the streets with no idea as to wherever it is that I’m going. Paris ki andheri galiyon mein chalte jana!

4. Make mistakes.

Okay, I’m not saying that go out and drink and party the night away. These are all bad things. Okay, kids? (Namaste, auntyji!)

But yes, go out. Have fun. Trust. Get your heart broken. Make mistakes. Learn. And most importantly, EXPLORE.  (Just don’t get arrested.:P)

It’s but one lifetime and it’s too short to be the ideal kid and not make any mistakes..I mean..nahi nahi! Mummy papa ki saari baatein maano!:D

                   

5. Move out of your comfort zone

“The comfort zone is a beautiful place. But nothing ever grows there”

Do something that you’ve never done before. Meet with people. Do something that you’re afraid to do! Do it, without the fear of being judged. And trust me, when you accomplish it, it’ll be nothing but sheer bliss!

6. Act goofy. Brings you happiness. Trust me, I know!:P

7. A plastic surgery for the mentality

No offense, auntyjis and unclejis! But it’s high time you let your daughter out. And without Chintoo this time.

To all the people who believe that a girl can’t take care of herself, PLEASE watch the movie. I beg of you. PLEASE. She’ll fumble, she’ll stumble, but she’ll triumph.

8. If you’re a girl who’s just broken up and is feeling alone, watch it.

This one’s for all the feminists out there! You, in fact, do NOT need a guy to make yourself happy. There isn’t always a guy that you need to protect you. Get up. Take charge. Win.

9. It’ll make you laugh, smile and cry. And most importantly, it’ll compel you to dream.

10. Not a happy ending that you’d expect, but certainly one that you’d love!

10 Ways To Annoy People

Hahahahahhaa! Hilarious!

Courtesy: http://wordsunspoken19.blogspot.in/

1. Poke Them

So, you discovered your friend is a teeny bit ticklish. What do you do? POKE THEM!! Because, it is good way to piss people off and it is FUN! :D



2. Doodle on THEIR register

What's new? Your friend's register! What will any innocent, sweet person do? YEP! You guessed it right! You'll ruin their register ^_^

Tips on how to ruin your friend's register:
Fill it with 'I love <insert crush's name &/or 'best friend's name'>
Fill it with random 'innocent' (if you know what I mean) words and phrases :P
Fill it with YOUR name



3. Stare At Them

Your friend started to talk about an extremely boring topic in a very monotonous tone. You want him/her to shut up. Best way to get them to shut up AND annoy them IS... 

To stare at them. Just keep looking at them without blinking. They will falter. :D



4. Mess Up Their Hair

It is fun to play with people's hair. What's more fun? Messing up their hair! 

You ask, 'Why?' 
I say, 'Just because.'.



5. Draw ON them

Because, the world is your canvas. And so are they :D



6. Give Them Funny Nicknames

Even I have my share of embarrassing nicknames. Tiny, Lilliput, chutki, shorty etc are few of the many nicknames of mine. 



7. TYPE IN UPPERCASE

So, that weird classmate started texting you. No problemo... STRT WRITING LYK DIS. Bet, it will SCARE THE CRAP OUT OF HIM. If he talks to you in person. SHOUT.



8. Smell

Mr. X starts talking to you. You don't like him. 
What to do? 
Start sniffing him. Sniff his shoulder. Or hair. Or whatever you like. He will probably get annoyed and just walk away.



9. Repeat What They Say

'This is a classic way to annoy someone.'
'This is a classic way to annoy someone.'
'No, really!'
'No, really!



10. Smell Your Feet

Yep! You read it right. Smell your feet. Actually, you know what is better than you smelling your feet in front of your friends. You ASKING THEM to smell your feet!

If at any point, you are slapped and/or punched and/or kicked for annoying people by using the above-mentioned methods. I bear no responsibility for that. Also, if you try to annoy ME using the above-mentioned methods, I promise that I will find you and I will kill you.

MUSINGS OF A METRO TRAVELLER (I FALL IN LOVE EVERYDAY)

Okay..so I wrote this for an event, but anywayy..give this a read! Leave in your comments, peeps.^.^


There he was, leaning against the wall. He had offered his seat to a lady (not sure if she could be referred to as one, considering the condescendingly intimidating expressions on her face and the horrifying aura that she was carrying around her), like a true gentleman would. A pair of headphones, resting on his messy hair, kissing the outlines of his ears. A pair of Ray-Ban shades, shining victoriously, sitting at the top his pear shaped nose, a hint of blue eyes peeking in through those translucent brown lenses. And from what I could decipher, his perfectly shaped lips were mumbling something familiar, something I had had an encounter with, something I knew.. I looked at those again. They were moving perfectly, not that there was a code of conduct conventionally set, that had to be followed.  I followed the movements of his mouth, trying my best to focus on deciphering whatever it was that they were trying to say to..me, but in vain. My eyes traced the curve of his neck, going all the way down to his broad shoulders. His loose T-shirt was not really accentuating his physique but one could get a glimpse of it from the protruding muscles from his arms, that subtly showed through the sleeves. My eyes followed back to tracing the features of his very beautiful face, his indented cheeks, his square jaw, and those eys, oh, those eyes! “Take those shades off”, I murmured under my breath. And it was almost as if God had blessed me with a midas tongue that he gradually slipped out his hand out of the pocket of the rotten pair of jeans that he was wearing and his thoughts concurred with mine. He unveiled his eyes with his hands and I couldn’t help but gaze at those with an expression on my face that I did not particularly want to show. I caught myself smiling like an idiot, for ‘apparently’ no reason at all. Those eyes, oh, those blue eyes! They moved around to scan the compartment, as if, to look for someone desperately. My heart was pounding. I fixed my hair and reset my position, like a kid would on seeing his teacher who’s supposed to grade him for the day. I felt..stupid, but delusionally happy. This was it. His eyes were following and would soon set their gaze on my face. I breathed, deep in, preparing myself for the moment. And boom! Our eyes met. His thick lashes disrupting the lock that his eyes had with mine, as he blinked. I was unconsciously trying not to do the same. I wanted to have the most of this moment, I didn’t want to miss a single blink of his eye, a single wrinkle on his forehead, a single freckle on his face. He might not be the most beautiful face I had ever seen, but he was sort of..perfect. My eyes locked on his, and it wasn’t until a second or two that I realized that there was a curve forming on his face and I could feeling my heart pounding right out of my chest. It was like a celebration inside my stomach, a party..like a thousand butterflies dancing inside and a single glimpse of this carnival showed on my face with a reciprocating curve. I wanted this. So badly. I wanted to go up to him and tell him how I had fallen for his eyes, his smile and his hair, but fate had planned otherwise. The bliss of two seconds was crushed by a voice saying, “Next station is Rajiv Chowk”. He turned his face in a thousand directions, gathering himself. I wasn’t sure until I saw him picking up his bag from the floor. I was..befuddled. I did not know what to say or do. I could’ve run a thousand miles to stay in this very moment, but reality kicked in. There was a knot in my stomach. I felt a sting. I desperately wanted him to stay. The pain was ascending now. I looked at him turn his back to me, waiting for the doors to open. I waited for one last glance and again, God was probably listening to all of my desires, but fulfilling only some, like a sadistic benefactor. He turned his head back to me and I saw the familiar curve on his face. It hit me like a thousand trucks. The pain was excruciating. I was resisting the pain with all my heart and gut and I succeeded. I think..because it wasn’t the pain that I was feeling now..I felt nothing..as I watched the doors open and witnessed his exit..from my life. I’d never see him..I went numb.

I was looking around like a zombie, seeing things, not thinking. And it wasn’t until the closing of the doors was disrupted by a figure that I grew out of my suicidal thoughts. I looked at the figure fighting his way through the doors and victoriously finding his way in. He was panting. I could see his face cringing..but it was sort of..beautiful. He kept his bag on the floor and started to gather himself. I felt the blood rushing through my veins again as I watched him settle in. There he was now, leaning against the walls..