If you have been glancing at my DIY submissions about the weird and often excessively adventurous trials and tribulations that are usually about Home Improvement, Home Repairs, DIY Builds and Unwanted Landscaping, this discussion will not surprise you. Now, one of the most recurring aspects of my DIY voyages has been painting. This started with the usual route of buying an acrylic paint, a bottle of turpentine oil to dilute the paint, and a standard painting brush. The strokes were going good, the results were beginning to impress, and the compliments, though scanty, had started to surface. Just when I thought that my brushed journey had started, I got this idea about spray painting. The thought was actually an after-thought, a few days after I had gotten the rear bumper of my aging Maruti Swift painted.
What started as a means to express my observations when riding the Delhi Metro, is now about maintaining a not-so-personal diary about the "everyday" - Life! Expect a lot of opinions, a love for the unusual, and the tendency to blog about things that don't seem to matter much...on-the-go, unfiltered and with bias.
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DIY Anxiety Explorations: it is not generalized, not GERD, not Acute or Extreme!
This blog is a testament to my anxious soul, my habit of overthinking things and being a bit volatile. For a long time, I had been believing that there is nothing really new about anxiety issues, about the anxiety of any type that I have not experienced. But September was a rude awakening and a realization that I did not see coming. This time, I have experienced anxiety in its most unusual way. Think of it as some sort of shakiness or feeling unsettled despite not worrying about anything, without obsessing over things around me. This bout of anxiety is very subtle but it remains in the system for the day. A few lone moments or working on some DIY project where my mind wanders around a bit can bring it on. This is the most spontaneous form of anxiety that is not about meeting new people or handling new situations. Many times, it comes up when there is nothing disturbing me at the moment, even when I am not fixating on the small imperfections I tend to notice a bit too much.
Reasons why me and Mr. Waffles, representing all waffles known to mankind, are not getting along…
Okay, you like waffles and you believe that there can be nothing unlikable about them. However, the reality is different. There are plenty of folks like me who just cannot get their mind around what seems like a rehash of pancakes, baked cake-like stuff, and crusty pies. Waffles remain elusive to me in terms of having a taste, an individual flavor that separates it from the rest. Competitors here include many types of bread and bakery essentials like biscotti or cookies. A waffle is supposed to have a crusty exterior and the insides are supposed to be warmer and softer. However, the manner in which waffles are served these days means that the outer surfaces are already overwhelmed with many sauces and flavoring bits. The outside crust is already lost. The more you try to dice and mix up the fruits and creams, the more waffle is likely to lose its individualism, not that it really has a unique identity to preserve.
Are we trying too desperately to make serveware Boho-chic or something laidback?
I recall this scene from Kill Bill where Daryl Hannah is visiting one of her former kill squad members. I think his real name is some Madsen and I recall the guy from Reservoir Dogs and the Species franchise. This is not about how macho he looks or how the one-eyed portrayal of Hannah was very realistic. This is about them drinking some sort of alcoholic concoction in what seemed like glass jars with handles or without handles, really don’t remember now. But if you look closely, the guy was living in a trailer parked in the middle of some God-forsaken landscape and had literally nothing in terms of lifestyle goods or accessories.
Honey, I need some more honey – that was bad, but yes, I eat the warm, gooey thing almost every day.
These days, my wife has started a morning ritual of swallowing a bit of aloe vera juice as soon as I get out of bed. She remembers it, pours it, reminds me about it, and then follows up as to whether I consumed the supposed Digestive tract soothing agent or not. Notwithstanding, discussing her affection for me, this adds one more thing to what I consume every day, to a list that is predominated by Honey. For some reason, I have been having that sticky, amber-colored stuff for years now. I love to spread it on hot, toasted slices along with butter. I dip my digestive biscuits in it. It is also the SOS when sugar cravings hit me badly and I don’t have the good stuff to satiate the cravings. Other inclusions to the daily regimen include honey in hot water, infused with herbal tea extracts that I carry to the office. I might put some on vanilla ice-creamed served with almonds and cornflakes. What makes it so good?
Big sandwiches are good but when they turn meal-sized, are we still eating them like a sandwich?
The other day I was at Burger Place, Rajouri and I ordered the double-egg burger. Here, the burger patty was really big. It had been filled with poached eggs and lots of green veggies. The result was a true gastronomic delight. The eggs were slightly mushy and when pressed slightly almost hung tightly to either side of the burger buns like some industrial adhesive and the flowy sauces and cheese things were equally warm and orgasmic. However, I had a small issue. I just couldn’t eat the burger like a burger.
It was too big. It was oozing too much of the good stuff. I could not afford to press and kill my vulnerable patty. And I hate when the cheese starts to drip. So, the solution was finding refuge in a plastic fork and slowly eating away the hand-sized burger. Did this ruin the taste? Not really. I should say not at all. In fact, having a burger like a plateful of the meal was a refreshing experience. Now, when I compare this with some of the sandwiches I come across in Delhi’s cheese-based eat-out locations, it seems that eating these sandwiched, held-up like the traditional way of eating your bread is not really practical.
Looking over the edge, almost into the infinite that lies below…High Rises can be therapeutic?
Please note that this is not a discussion about how to overcome your fear of heights. This discussion is not meant to be a cure for Acrophobia either. It just tries to put out a word that sometimes what seems scary to others and is generally regarded as being a bit frightening can also be slightly helpful...if you look at it from my perspective.
I was watching some unknown movie when surfing movie channels and came across this scene of a typical corporate guy, with bow ties and suit, rushing to the terrace of the office building, panting, trying to catch his breath. For a moment, I paused and thought about the overwhelming sense of anxiety that this scene was trying to create. I realized that this dramatic scenario actually presented a reality-check—we are all bitching about the skyscrapers but there are times when these monstrous buildings actually do something rather well. I live on the fifth floor of a residential high-rise and the windiness is still very palpable. Just imagine someone on the 20th+ floor or terrace. The wind must be cutting through with God's speed. Perhaps, these few moments, bent over the rail of a typical skyscraper are akin to catching deep breaths and regathering—something most of us have done at our workplaces. The view from the top is equally breathtaking as long as you don’t hit the terrace every day.
This is not about being vintage, just that More Metal equals More Trust…
One of our overseas migrant friends has been restoring a classic set of four wheels and sharing the images. As expected, there is a lot of automobile wisdom pouring-out in response to the data published on social channels. The love for classics and vintage seems to have no boundaries. But when I say this, I must confess that despite my love for cars that were bigger, heavier, and made with the heart, I am not that big on everything that is retro themed. My love for the bygone era of automobiles stems from the large-scale use of metal and that is it! There is nothing more though I like the rich leathers and plenty of glass-work and curvaceous lines.
Being Punju: If it hasn’t been Roasted to a Brownish shade of RED, it is not worth eating…
I keep watching these foods shows about the Mediterranean way of eating and always have borderline dreams that touch upon the idea of at least tasting all these delicacies at least once during one of my dreamy vacations. But the reality? I am a true Punjabi in most ways and the chances of actually biting into stuff that looks half-dead or still has a layer of its actual, wilderness or ocean life are very, very remote. This comes with being a Delhi-bred Punjabi. Our logic with food is rather simple. If you have killed it, roast it to the extent that it loses its identity. I mean the French preparation of marine being is such that sometimes you must get fish that stares right back at you. The other end of the story – if you have pulled it from the ground or plucked it from a tree then undress, cut, slice, dice, fry, simmer, re-fry, and re-heat it until what was once from the plant kingdom now seems like a serving of something mixed in a highly enthusiastic mix of onions and tomatoes. Not doing this every day of your life, not staying true to this way of interpreting food, and not passing judgement on food that hasn’t been prepared in this way is unbecoming of a Delhi-ka-Punjabi.
Still don’t know what that Zoned-out feeling is like but Daytime Zombie-ness? Been there…
I was watching re-runs of That 70s Show and I realized that unlike the hippie-loving, herbally-explorative folks on the sitcom, I really cannot say that I know the feeling when you are doped to the extent that it seems like metaphysics and the afterlife have mated to create a realm of the unknown. I have had days of Valium excesses, many years back, and some instances of drinking silly but largely, I have always been in control. Laughing or smirking a lot more than usual, driving a bit crazy, having that dreamy-eyed look – these are things that come close for me. When people talk about being high or having progressed into an alternate universe after doing joints, I am a true alien to the real feeling they are talking about.
Cobblestoned Streets is about a certain type of primitiveness that has been morphed for urban consumption…
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The first impressions I had about roads during the childhood years did not come from my parents complaining about the civic apathy when it came to how the city roads are paved or maintained. My impressions were borrowed from the opening sequence of a Sherlock Holmes TV series adapted for a 40-minute show on Sunday mornings. This was during the late 80s and I was still ascending towards middle school. This sequence had horse-pulled carts and policemen with big, shiny leather boots walking around on stone-paved roads. At this point, I did not know about what cobblestone is and how many European cities maintain their heritage of cobbled streets. This impression has stayed with me, the images still very vivid. The love for stoned roads did not go away even when I traveled to other cities in India that are doing a lot better than Delhi. Over the years, lots of TV watching helped me realized that the cobble-stoned street is somewhat of a legacy that our European cousins have consciously tried to sustain.
Getting Started with My Bathroom Tile Deco Work Project

The Plot
WE are in a bit of disarray and indecision when it comes to refurbishing the bathroom. Our new home is somewhat prone to moisture seepage. There has been repeated rounds of arguments in the building as to how this issue should be tackled. The expenses would be huge and invariably, all inhabitants of the apartment building would need to contribute a lot more than what they are paying as the monthly security and maintenance amount. This is the biggest issue too when it comes to setting-up the scaffolding and starting the critical, structural re-strengthening repairs. As a result, me and Moha have had to play the waiting game. Not bogged down by the current circumstances, I started a series of small touch-up, repair and refresh jobs across the home.
Miracles from Heaven - not a great movie, perhaps a FAITH booster!
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This is about Faith, the struggle, how to reconnect, and wait-out the worst |
If Google the title, you will find a description along the lines of "Miracles from Heaven is a 2016 American Christian comedy drama..." but this might be the worst way to indicate the plot or the story that will unfold. I had my reasons to watch the movie. I am a big Jennifer Garner fan. I believe she has been the most perfect performer to have appeared across Hollywood productions but with very little credit. As a movie summary, Miracles from Heaven speaks about a girl with some impossible to treat type of digestive or intestinal order. Given my history of IBS and my recurring collisions with Faith, it made a lot of sense to watch Miracles from Heaven via Amazon Prime account. The movie is not spectacular in any way. It does not get preachy and neither is the plot too over-dramatic. Garner puts-in a splendid performance but there are moments when she oversteps into unwanted hysterics.
DIY Silicone Lessons via DIY Struggles in Handling Industrial Strength Compounds
I have been paying my dues in the niche of silicone adhesives - you might have read my first discussion about using these rather high-on-DIY spirit compounds that make life a lot easier for guys like me who just getting around how to do small mend jobs around the house. Our living space is rather big for just two folks. The society here has been lethargic in the upkeep. As a result, many irritating things like small cavities and damp spots continue to bother us. This time, I have been proactive in using materials that I can easily buy from Amazon to turn into some sort of a handyman, closer to what constitutes the definition of a family man for me. With some weeks of constant jobs and testing, I have concluded some handy information for you, i.e. if you want to understand how useful silicone can be provided you are using the right type and yes, there are types here to handle:
Be Bear-Y Patient to Read this...that strange Men-Bear Connection!
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Don't Weird it Up by Drawing Comparisons with Me! |
Please understand that this is not about the Papa Bear paradox that my teammates once invented - the image and the discussion is not about me in any way. It is about an image along with some childhood moments that flashed in my mind, and I had to blog about it - needless to say, am a chronic thinker and writer of sorts. I remember this picture of a big family of animals and birds seated together, getting ready for supper. However, the most welcoming, warm vibes that I could feel were coming from a big, pokey bear. Why is that?
Reviewing Guess Who – Inspired by Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner, without getting Desperate!
There was something very likeable, very identifiable with the original – Guess Who Is Coming To Dinner has been repeatedly referred to as a classic. My wife really loved it while I just like the movie. In parts, the movie is brilliant. The cast seems like the ideal fit for the story that is really just about a very friction-heavy evening with conversations and arguments explaining everything, leaving very little to doubt. What has been referred to as Sidney Poitier’ best can be remade but the remake has to be really good—Guess Who comes close to being a remake but it seems like a more contemporary, spicier version of the original, borrowing the basic plot and keeping the overall treatment very different. Thanks to Ashton Kutcher, the laughs are not contrived. His future father-in-law is Black and dominant in a very literal way but the performance is rather good.
Reviewing Gurgaon – Not Just another NCR Riches Story or Culture Bashing
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Reviewing Jumping the Broom – Not Inspired by Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner
Reviewing Don’t Breathe – Thriller that stands apart from any other, Violent Blind-Man Rendition
I have seen those stupid blind man plots where it seems that anyone who has lost the ability to see can get easy access to supernatural strength and wisdom that only a century-old samurai would otherwise possess. However, Don’t Breathe is not that type of movie. If you like your thrillers to be largely quiet without special effects but with lots of cringing-causing surprises, this is the movie for you.
Noodle Bowl: Crunchy or Soupy? Divided, We Stay Confused
The house is always going to be divided between noodles that are too moist to be picked with a fork and those that are perfect for giving you a mouthful of crunchier textures and that fuller feeling that comes with eating anything that is a bit crusty and layered. I have had issues with slurping noodles or slurping in any other way. The noise can be very irritating. The fact that many people continue to make, serve and eat noodles in a way that need a constant pucker-like mouth and sipping big chunks of noodles and meat never fails to make me think.
Inter-dental Comfort: for Folks Cursed with Enlarging In-Between Tooth Spacing
It has been nearly 3 years and I am still struggling with finding a smarter, more practical solution to neutralize the nuisance of food particles getting lodged between my teeth. My trusted dentist, who seems very overwhelmed by my dental structure, says that I have a teeth constitution that is too complex to have straight answers. I have had my share of dental fillings. Even while filling with the best compounds known to mankind, the attending dental intern was quick to point that given the strange manner in which my teeth are lodged horizontally, the lifespan of these fillings is going to be a big question—what should last for at least one year might not make it beyond the first 3-4 months in my case! I have discovered some things along the way and I guess, these will be somewhat helpful to those with a similar problem.
Few words about DDD - Dil Dhadakne Do
If you are expecting a generous sprinkling of words like "awesome" and "must-watch", you just hit the wrong platform. This is my blog and I tend to be not that unforgiving for any type of content - visual or textual. DDD or Dil Dhadakne Do was watchable because of one big reason - nobody tried to act beyond the scope of their roles. The supporting cast does not look like trying to grab some highlight, right from below the feet of the main cast that has been chosen smartly. Zoya Akhtar has proven again that she can direct a plot that is attuned well to what the Millennials understand. Dil Dhadakne Do is very relatable because of a simple trick, a game that anybody can understand - it borrows situations and ideas and the aftermath(s) of many events from real lives, from everyday lives of people like you and me.
Rooting for Bringing Back the Stupidity in Zombie Movies...nothing artistic about it!

Blog, Share, Comment often? NO, you are not close to being a good writer
There is a hidden author in you, this could be the week when you start your globally-awaited journey towards being the novelist that God wanted you to become...thoughts like these will continue to traffic your mind but the fact remains that like most things in life, at least crafts that need every nuance of the trade to be baked with extreme effort, Writing is not that easy!
When Family Time sounds like your Psychologist's Favorite Phrase about what you Should be Doing!
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Tail-end of 80s and 90s played host to my growing-up memories |
It was during the morning hours of getting ready for work and the usual music channels were upbeat with new tunes and songs. My mind just popped some images of audio cassettes of yonder that once used to find ample space in my schoolbag, drawers, cupboards and always seem like trending without the hashtags or Instagram stories. We didn't need social media channels to tell us what was cool - we could pretty much handle this on our own. We didn't need Likes on our images to realize that what we had was of some value and liked by others. These were really plasticky times and still they now seem a lot more real, less commercialized, more restrained without getting suffocating. This was during the late 80s and early 90s.
Do Abnormally Creative Mixing Skills Mean a Good Career?
- can mix all forms known to man - air, water, fire, earth, pornographically permeated ideas
- suffers from severe mixing tendencies that were once evaluated as the result of God-mixed, genetically-conjured split personalities
- has no shame in admitting that most mixing experiments lead to severe accidents
- someone who cannot be trusted with a kitchen that is reasonably stocked
- expects you to be ready party to anything and everything that is mixed and whipped beyond recognition
- seems to look at everyday food choices as a challenge and wants to defeat them
- has the distinction of not suffering from acidity despite multiple, same-day food experiments
- was once listed as a wanted offender for challenging the stability of our food chain
- has won accolades for mixing three types of shaving foams and four types of deodorants
- suffers from borderline disassociation syndrome when mixing possibilities dry-up
- cannot be trusted with small kids as his creations might make the kids choke or allergy-up
- envies mixer-grinding machines who seem to mix better than him [seem...they actually don't]
- is crazy about textures in food
Almost Ancient Moral Science Classroom Chapters that Make More Sense Now!
Our moral science classes were usually held in the first period of the day. In a catholic school, as a fraternity, we were big on manners and learning the good things to do. At that time, it seemed a bit too vague, often about things that we really didn’t practice but yes, it helped to draw some sort of line between the good, the bad, and the reasonably acceptable middle, grey zone. These lessons were usually forgotten and often the classroom aura was more of winding down for the day to follow with many mates catching up on quick bites and pending homework copies. Things that were transmitted to us were usually never received or processed. Now, after nearly two decades, it seems that many of the lessons that we didn’t bother to learn during that period are waiting for their share of the spotlight. We were told not to lie and yes, I learned this lesson rather well before giving it away when handling the type of projects that were too big for the teams I managed. The lesson of one lie opening a box of more dicey stories, tales sprinkled with misleading creativity followed. Soon I realized that no matter what the Management or the workplace buddies say, don’t lie to your client – this will blow up in your face in the most hurtful manner. The smallest lessons about starting the day in a refreshing manner, always taking the time to tidy up make more sense now, in my middle-30s when there are a million tasks to manage and not starting the day on a positive note means daylong anxiety and unwanted stress!
If only, at that time, someone could have schooled in the wisdom of teaching these lessons as life-essential skills and not just another round of classroom learning.
When Life Gives You Lemons, Ask for Martini...Demand One!
This is not some Instagram-worthy post with hash-tags like #lifemotivation - this is just me, sharing something that I have learned along the way when repeatedly trying to undertake a journey towards an utterly believable state of happiness. I have this firm belief that as an individual, I never exploited and fully utilized the gifts that God granted. I did not encash the opportunities that Destiny presented. For a long time, Life has been about committing many mistakes and then finding the energy to try redemption. The result is this constant battle where I have to fight off bouts of unhappiness that stem from this reconfirmation. However, I have also found a way of dealing with such days. This short blog post is about such life management...
Did you just mark that wall with your imprints? Don't dumb it up!
What is it about fingerprints on the walls that make people gush about its authenticity? Just recently, I read an article about how to decorate a room using your handprints. My reaction was a blend of confusion and amazement. I felt confused because the idea of having an entire wall covered in handprints as the accent walls trending did not appeal to me, and more so, I could not understand what is so organically creative about it. I was a bit amazed because some people call it artistic! I can never understand this. Prints of human hands, with the fingerprints, clearly showing, in a color of the paint or pigment, does not create great visuals. There is nothing so progressive about them. I am not complaining about how some people have abused heritage sites with this irresistible urge to leave their imprints all over these places of cultural or religious greatness - instead, I am talking about my failure to really interpret what makes this such a lovable thing to do. No one has majestically different hands whose imprints will create a Picasso-niche imprint. Most of these will be scratched away or painted out someday. As long as they are there, plastered on the surface, they look plain ugly. Some vacationers tend to think of these hand imprinting exercises as a very anthropological way of marking their territory or adding that family aura to something that only society or community actually owns. However, nothing of the sort is the reality. Imprinting your hand over anything, often creating smudges, is no art! I see people do it in the kid's room, and for once, a couple of handprints on a call can look cute. I say so being the father to a 1.8 years old girl whose feet and handprints have never been properly captured. As a couple, we have always planned to do it but just never got around to doing so. Here, the visual appeal of it is somewhat understandable but that too in the form of a few prints only, and not doing the entire wall in a maze of handprints. However, handprinted walls in the kitchen, living room, or bedroom are not macabre or eclectic.
Some Food Cooking, Serving, Ordering Habits that Need a Change
Like anyone else in this world, I love eating, and I also love the mannerisms, the sub-cultures, the unspoken rules that are meant to be broken that are inherent to many cuisines. However, the zone of must-DOs often overlaps with irritation, making me pause and think - who created these self-anointed rules of the game? I seriously don't understand why people should order a butter parantha with butter-chicken or paneer butter masala - there is no such disease that is diagnosed with lack of cottage cheese! Why is that a burger seems more complete with a dumping of fries by the side - is there a reason why I should chew down more fried stuff when I only wanted a good burger? Some food ordering and eating preferences are seriously questionable...
Approach to Restarting Life Inspired by Falling Leaves
Nature has this weird knack of teaching us a lesson all the time. It is just that we never take the time to stop, observe and learn it. However, with time, when Life has jerked you around a bit too much, with too much regularity, you tend to take notice. I took notice nearly five years back and since then, the entire perspective has changed. One such visual that I remember from my transition days is that of falling leaves. For a moment, believe that the leaves are days, hours or moments during which we realize that we need to overhaul our lifestyle choices to enable better outcomes, for a life more aligned along the lines of achieving fulfillment.
Don't Preach about Micro-scoping Everything We Eat
There is hell lot of online wisdom out there about how to choose, about how to be very careful about what we eat - however, some of these seem too preachy and at times, irritating! There is something very simple and unsaid about food that is good - you have to close your eyes to the obvious things that will not agree with a nutritionist's advice. Soulful food is invariably high on calories. Perhaps, this is why it is so happy and big and yes, it contains a lot of fat too which you cannot enjoy if your conscience keeps asking you questions about the calorie count.
Something about colored, bright ice-creams that create the goodness aura
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The Naturalness Index of a Food Item Can be Pure Visuals...Just Don't Dig Further! |
You might have come across my recent blog about how all ice-creams that vouch for being fruity and being ultra-natural tend to fail on many counts. I am still sticking to my stand. All ice-creams infused with some type of fruit mix or extract are not that high on the goodness part as they claim to be. Most of them have decent amounts of processed sugars and fats despite all the claims. But there is one thing about ice-creams that wear a color emanating from their fruity formulation. These fruits are invariably some shade of red and their extract can create different hues of maroon, pink, and reds. The visual effect is sometimes extraordinary. I was Googling images for ice-creams made with natural stuff and came across the graphic shared here. Just one look at this concoction of traditional ice-creams with fruits and you get this feeling that there is something very pure about it. This is not about feeling relieved because the fruit content would have removed some of the high-density calories but the colors that create this interplay of a textured surface.
Neck Aesthetics - not that common, doesn't happen to everyone & it is a big deal!
This small topic came to my mind when watching neck workout videos during YouTube surfing hours. Immediately, a thought flashed - I had been making mental notes of which UFC wrestlers and Bollywood ladies had beautiful necks! Obviously, the parameters are very different for different genres. You cannot have a Lesnar neck on someone who weights 160 lbs. I believe that a person’s neck contributes a lot to the overall facial appearance. I say this for men and women and some similar anatomical characteristics apply to both genders. Firstly, a slightly thicker neck without being bulgy like the un-groomed tree trunks found on professional wrestlers helps to define the overall facial persona. It is like giving a beautiful base for your face to sit upon.
Highly Raised Stools with Leg Support >better> than Regular Chairs?
You might have people exchange a lot of notes about the type of back support they prefer, what makes it easier for them to relax their legs and how some modern seating options seem to be agonizing their spinal column. Taking cues from the web and my own experiences, I can promise one thing - there is very little people are doing in terms of really exploring the playing field here. Just think of this: most people assume that they need highly padded chairs with elongated back support for maximum comfort. If you have visited some recently done bistros or cafes, you might have seen these high-rise stools that are awfully bigger than your regular, bedside stools.
More vertically blessed and without any dedicated back arch supporting fixtures, these stools can be shockingly comfortable. Most of them have iron legs and this means very high weight-bearing capacity. A simple, no-nonsense seat replaces the snug fitted sofa chairs, car seats or Ottomans. You get a humbled-down, agrarian like approach to furniture choices. There is almost no design here and the lack of it makes this seating option unique and effective.
More vertically blessed and without any dedicated back arch supporting fixtures, these stools can be shockingly comfortable. Most of them have iron legs and this means very high weight-bearing capacity. A simple, no-nonsense seat replaces the snug fitted sofa chairs, car seats or Ottomans. You get a humbled-down, agrarian like approach to furniture choices. There is almost no design here and the lack of it makes this seating option unique and effective.
A Note to My Dear Phus-Phus...[Love Sign!]

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Before you, there was no love in watching the plants grow!
Watering the planters had become dreary, a daily activity that had to be done. With you, I have so many angles to explore. I understand the effects of wind on water stream or spray patterns better. I understand how to control the thumb pressure to control the intensity of spraying. While some people call this misting the plants, it feels like am nurturing something, and you are the medium through which I express my caring for things that otherwise have nothing to say, nothing to complain about and will never answer back. You help me connect with the most innocuous things despite being undemanding and unpretentious yourself. In a way, you exude the type of wisdom that must keep monks grounded and humble.
Pizza in the City: Paneer Tikka Pizza? that is Blasphemy, not gastronomic artistry you fool!

If pizza was styled as place to linger, it wouldn't score big, i.e. if the place was located in Delhi.
The cookie cutter lifestyle has somewhat narrowed the options we have for eating-out. Saying that it has helped expand our gastronomic horizon would be lying blatantly. Urbanity is closely related to easy foods and the pizza is the king of all things easy to assemble and deliver at short notice. However, something very wrong is happening in the world of pizza making in the city.
The cookie cutter lifestyle has somewhat narrowed the options we have for eating-out. Saying that it has helped expand our gastronomic horizon would be lying blatantly. Urbanity is closely related to easy foods and the pizza is the king of all things easy to assemble and deliver at short notice. However, something very wrong is happening in the world of pizza making in the city.
Love Nature but wearing it is entirely different | Ridiculous Fashion
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All Floral Prints are Not Flattering |
I call them flora & fauna prints - seen on apparels that seem to have been invented by a gardener with a clinical love for anything that takes root, springs like a stem, fruits or flowers and needs sunlight. There is something visually offsetting when the palm trees on your tee seem to complement the sandy spread of beaches in the background. Yes, even in a typical vacation along the beach, wearing floral clothes does not make sense to me. I am talking about vacation-wear that takes the concept of wearing what you love to a new level - you really don't need to declare your love for the flora & fauna - most people love plants and there is very little room to present your case as someone with a superior sense of being connected with the outdoors. For some reason, I just cannot get a sense of these fashion choices. Yes, there is something classic and lovable about floral prints but when you overboard, its gets highly distracting and is far from looking refreshing or graceful. I don't expect fashion to run a botany class on me. I shouldn't be separating the stems from the branches, leaves and flowers - yes, this is how discomforting floral prints can be!
WhatsApp Invitations aren't that un-personal unless you choose to be upset...
This is about wedding invitations sent via WhatsApp and other lifetime moments that are communicated via a messenger that some people interpret as being rude or impersonal. I find this rather useful. When everything around us is getting digital, the sanctity of the wedding invitation too has to be transformed. WhatsApp invitations are just an extension of the way we function. It is a soft-copy, contains easy to share data and can be accessed from anywhere in the world. Calling WhatsApp wedding invitations cheap or impolite would be making a statement about our entire lifestyles.
Uncovering Ways to Treat Yourself and Reasons to Do it...more than just cheat days and guilt-free binging!
There has always been a certain segment of psychologically-rich lifestyle bloggers who talk a lot about treating yourself. I totally agree with this approach as a life-management skill. It is easy, too practical not to do and makes you feel better. Plus, you are not depending on anyone else. This self-pampering is rewarding yourself for something you stuck to, managed to be stoic when flowing with the moment was easy, could say NO when everyone expected you to nod your head...there are so many battles we fight each day and if we can make some rules and stick to them, the effort should be appreciated - by who?...YOU!
Romantic dates for more soulful relationships? Knock-Knock...you are a Moron with an "M"
Couples' therapy can be very DIY, still effective and so easy to find that you won't believe it. You don't need to exchange notes about your list of favorite movies, you don't need more candle-lit dinners and Viagra cannot infuse the warmth you want in your relationship. Couples need to spend time together and vacationing is not the only way to do it - you can do something every day to strengthen your bond, to understand each other more. Just knowing her favorite colors does not make you a good husband. If she remembers the birthday diary of your ancestors, it does not amount to her being a kick-ass wife. The real magic lies in watching TV together even if it is the most hopeless piece of digital content ever produced but just lying there, together without speaking too much - that makes it look romantic.
Standard Interview Tips R.I.P - time to bring out the ugly truth!
I have had my share of interviews, the good, bad, and ugly ones, and I feel shocked at realizing that most people just don't know about the simplest trick to ensure that you make a better first impression, and create longer-lasting impressions that can get you hired, with your wishes being granted. Just imagine this scenario at any organization's HR desk - you are decked-up in good business casuals, you have scored reasonably well in the first round of interviews, you are now waiting for things to take a more definite shape, perhaps fumbling with your smartphone...what is it that you are not doing? You are not taking observing things that can be turned into simple questions. Yes! One big thing that most interviewers don't realize is that HR practices tend to get too mechanical. So predictable that some candidates cannot be differentiated. Unless you look like Brad Pitt or speak with the intensity of Morgan Freeman, forgetting you as one of the many candidates is not that difficult - yes, perhaps one more thing you didn't realize.
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An apple pie a day can make Jack a less enthusiastic boy ...not my best rhyme by far! |
Like anyone who was born in the 80s, I have had some fascination about postcards mailed by people from faraway cities, especially international destinations. As I grew up, traveling seemed to get less challenging, more celebratory and without the premium that people once put on postcards. The traveling demographic today is rather different...so drastically convenient that perhaps a good journey or a memorable trips seems readily attainable. Back in the day, receiving these postcards meant a lot of sighing.
Reasons for My Cup of Tea vs Normal Folks | Everyday Babbling Thoughts Blended with Handy Lifestyle Management
Anyone who has been at my blog, even twice, would know there
is a definite difference between how I perceive thoughts and situations and
react and how the more normal world behaves. This includes the pattern in
which a cup of tea makes appreciable
contributions to my everyday life.
Usual: To Awaken Yourself
My Take: To Calm Overactive Senses
Most people I know talk about having
tea to awaken their senses, earlier in the day to wake-up from the
slumber and during the day to regain their mental acuity. However, with me
things are rather different. Think of me as an overworked, almost always
engaged mind. I have this habit of digging so deep into the work that often I start
blinking too infrequently and, as a result, my eyes get dry and irritated. This
is why, for me, taking a few sips of tea is
about interrupting my self-righteous habits that tend to exhaust me. This is
not therapeutic for me. This is more of lifestyle management. Simple thing like
ordering the tea or pouring it in my cup and sitting back to catch a break
really helps to disengage the slightly over-stimulated sense, helping me regain
that sense of calmness.
Back to school for the simple love of learning?...wait, there are bills waiting to be paid!

Should be GOOD because it’s LIMITED EDITION? Not sure about this bUyInG MinDseT…!
I realized one thing the other day when viewing some real fancy sneakers on Jabong the other day – every time the phrase limited edition was used, it grabbed my attention instantly. Immediately, I concluded that these items would be worth the big sticker price, the materials would be exquisite and the style…wouldn’t make sense to argue it because anything with this tagline would have all ticked every checklist ingredients…right?
Nothing Oceanic Perhaps but this Shade is Calming for Sure…
This shade of blue is trending a bit these days – around me and in my life. I just bought a dumpster-cum-storage sort of home accessory in this color. Why?
There is something very appeasing about it. I specifically found an image where this hue of blue is used in a typically sad background. However, this shade manages to retain its cooling charm but I don’t want to use words like ocean or river-like in my description. Actually this is not about describing the color but just that it seems to be found in the smallest accessories, in the most unnoticeable forms and still it manages to make an impact. This is not about blinging the ambiance. There is nothing oceanic about the color but just that it has an adrenaline-boosting aura to it. You don’t need to choose complimenting or contrasting colors with much care. Nearly every shade, from dark grays to pale pastels make sense with this shade of blue. I recently bought a couple of lanterns for the living room, that can accommodate a tea-light or LED, in the same shade. This color has another thing that stands apart - despite what hue you are looking at, there is a certain amount of texture involved. Don't know the scientific reason for it but must be about how this color reflects light.
Condition that makes dotted patterns visually overwhelming is called___??
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There is something wrong with my perception of fashion and prints in particular. Just the other day, I shared a fact that white trousers or lowers or any kind look lost on most men. My friends were aghast. I believe some of them must definitely have at least a couple of white track-pants or casual lowers in white. I then decided not to share another thing that stays a constant in my mind - the failure of polka dots or dotted patterns of any sorts to make an impression on me. In essence, I am slightly overwhelmed with them.
There is too much going on there - the visuals tend to fight for attention and I cannot figure out the actual silhouette. The shape or pattern of things seems lost. I first felt this when watching a zebra close-up on one of those wildlife Sunday marathon shows. The zig-zag pattern was still easy to digest but when they compared more patterns, using the close-up of a leopard cup, it had the same effect. It was as if I was trying to find symmetry which did not exist. Is there some medical condition or cerebral limitation that causes this? I find this issue with too many dots on steering wheel covers, jackets, handkerchiefs, umbrella prints, Tees, stationary, etc.
Still stuck on green tea? These guys are doing Tea Spirits! #teatrends
I have been dedicatedly exploring green tea and herbal tea combinations that can be very handy in hydrating and boosting immunity. However, this genre seems to be rather big. While I have been rambunctious about my first impressions and emerging trends in this domain, every now & then I find something that seems beyond my horizon of green tea literacy. Now, I was just
browsing through when I chanced upon this link on liquor.com that talks about a
young distillery that is trying to do spirits in a different way. The approach
seems intent on moving away from the hangover of hangover perception associated
with consuming liquor. Rather than sticking to the traditional base
ingredients, these guys are using fermented tea.
When there is an Overkill, Everything that is Floral is NOT Lovable
You see a vase and you start imagining the type of flora and fauna it can host. You enter a business meeting and seem impressed with the flower collection. You buy another pair of floral-printed denim and feel that this time, the print is really unique. Do you think you create happy vibes? Wrong!! You are nothing close to helping people feel better. You are predictable and therefore, boring, in a suck-it sort of way. I have encountered so many of these instances. Yes, bright flowers are something I love too, spread across the room in a minimal, subtle way. The fragrance can be seriously uplifting - after all, many potent essential oils are actually flower extracts. However, calling a home charming, a room outdoorsy, a workplace welcoming, a hotel lobby glamorous, a beauty queen ethereal, or guitarist in a floral ensemble, a true Boho gypsy sort is a stretch. I truly believe that everything that is themed around nature, natural, organic, beautiful, earthy, and real does not need to be floral all the time.
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