Island Pineapple-If its Bacardi...its a BREEZE...

Baby did a BAD,BAD thing...
Baby just wanted to look at the competition...
In technicolour...
Baby who...
Me!
Baby just wore a new pair of contact lenses...Green!And all appears hazy green for the moment.
All appears not so great...but the minute Baby sees this sign...

Baby becomes happy!
Very happy...
Cheers to the guys at Indiblogger!
I wasn't inspired to write for the Dabur blog competitions...despite the fact that I work around a truckload of truck size children who absolutely adore the school canteen and the Aloo Patty it sells...
But I signed up for the Bacardi Breezer in the middle of the night...
I got up and checked the time and the my gmail(middle of the night its force of the smart phone addiction!) and there I saw it...and my heart just skipped a beat...there was only one spot left on my fave flavour and I had to have it...
So I trapezed into the washroom and sat on the throne and logged on to indiblogger to get the last place...and then calmly l went back to sleep ,thinking I had dreamed up a whole years supply of the breezer in pineapple...
Today when  I got a warning mail...
Yikes...
I have reality to catch and an annual function with 24 boys under my supervision to supervise and make sure they get on and off stage without breaking any of the props on the way...
So Baby ie..me just wanted to check out...but was denied and was told that "Baby did a BAD,BAD thing!"
Checked out the page  ad found that the I have less than 18 hours to post...ill have to complete it from my throne again tonight...
Less than 5 hours to be exact...
After the stage annual function, a lot worse for wear,I lie here in bed dreaming images of warm climes and the fragrances of frangipani and pineapple and coconut and the best way to string them together. ..alcohol.
A breezer is what I like best ...the same as what life should be...4.6 percent alcohol in a fruity ,fragrant, sweet, fizzy drink that brings a smile to your face from the word go...
I like beer too...but then again there's bitterness and a million calories there...
As if life wasn't full of regurgitating bad tastes and bad people...
Ok,granted the breezer is not exactly calorie free but it compensates with an awesome taste.
The breezer drinker will hardly be a couch potato munching on crisps, more likely will be loud music and sand and breezers that go together.
Party and breezers go hand in hand...
One doesn't have to have a reason to party but a breezer in your hand is good enough reason for a party.

And coming to my favourite flavour. ..

Pineapple. 

Sweet and awesomely yummy- Island Pineapple. ..

The minute you uncork the bottle,the aroma of happiness floats by...

Loud music and a chicken salad as the best accompaniments to an island pineapple breezer.

Healthy it is...alcohol ensures no bacteria thrive. ..so clean and carefully bottled.

The rum  will ensure a blissful state of mind removing any traces of painful reality and will take away all inhibitions...so you can dance like no one is watching, sing like no one is listening and love like there is no tomorrow. ..

Cheers to a wonderful drink that is the harbinger of so much freedom. 

Cheers to the Bacardi Island Pineapple breezer. 

A promise of a wonderful time- whether alone or with friends. ..

And another thing to bring a smile to your face. .Breezer India   

Try  it for some happiness at your fingertips. 

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Thailand on my Mind Air Asia...

I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as

they fly by.

                                                                                                     Douglas Adams

Deadlines and more deadlines...
I should know...
I count my minutes by deadlines.
And then I bemoan pressure and stress...
I have been absent from blogosphere...not writing or blogging because the words in my head have been protesting.
Protesting because of overwork and too much noise.
Too much noise is what I am suffering from.

I seem to be surrounded by din...the din of voices...

Shrill,squeaky,gruff and many more varieties...

Screaming and shouting and calling out and guffawing and whispering and yelling and yelping...

Of PA systems that go deaf and dumb and mute...

No,I don't work in a mad house or in a zoo...

I work in a SCHOOL.

A school full of boisterous children and( no animals around)and trains playing peek a boo...rather BOOOOOOOOOO...

The school I work in is next to the railway line...an arterial rail line of the Northern Railways,Indian Railways .

Busy tracks,never a dull moment.
And then there is this fact that I teach history and economics and political science and mathematics and love telling stories and so have to talk nineteen to a dozen...
And then there is the preparation for the annual day celebrations going on...
And then at home I have sweet child and sweet dog and hubby dear at home who love to talk and watch movies and listen to music...
And the music has to be loud.
So what I crave is SOLITUDE!
I want to just bury my head in the sand so that I can evade the sound of people talking...
I can just not hear the sound of the whoosh of a train ...
I am so ready to book myself on a trip to Bangkok..
Why Bangkok...Dream Asian travel Fair and also ‘World’s Best Online Travel Fair’ ...
Need I say more.
I am not going there for the shopping or the food.
No sir,I am on a diet...as always and I'd rather not fill my cupboards any more with things.I want to spend the money I have on travel and food and things.
Yes,I am only human.
For the silence I crave ,I'd love to go to the Grand Palace Bangkok,the home of the kings of Siam since the 18th century.Read all about it in Anna and I.

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I would love to visit the many temples in Bangkok...Wat Phra Kaew, Wat arun,Wat Suthat and so many more ,just to pass some time in the silence and serenity of the temples dedidacarted to the Budha. Its not that our temples are not peaceful and serene ,but these are Quieter...

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The next place I'd love to visit is Siam Ocean World...

Just to be amazed zt the beauty of the water world...

The beauty of the fisha nd the serenity of the water that surrounds it.

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I wouldnt mind a trip on a boat to the flower market to be blown over by the scent of fresh flowers, and the colours and the varieties....

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All the images are amazing,just wandering through theby lanes of the market will be like walking into a HD TV screen...with the ability to touch and feel and smell the flowers...

Wow.

But I wouldlove to go back to the Wats. Make my spiritual reconnect and burn some incence sticks and then offer some prayers...

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I love the peace that the Buddha symbolises...

And then when my ears have healed...

I'd love to return to the madness of life...

China town and then one night in Bangkok would not be complete without  a nightclub...

So I'd love to party...

get drunk on life and vodka nd then dance like no one is watching me(of course hubby dear would be there to stand guard-you didnt think I 'd go alone ...did you??)

No fun in life if you don't share the sorrows and the headaches and the happiness...

So tempting...

But the rail road beckons...

School day tomorrow.

Wonder when my school days will end???

Lets keep the dream alive...and dream on.

Makes life more interesting and more fun...

What if children could talk all they wanted and not be heard??

What if I could park an aircraft in my garage??
What if  fares were always so cheap???
What if???

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Chocolate Ganache Patakhas err Cracker Cupcakes with White Rum Vanilla Centres and Ganache Toppinga

Complications. 

Totally non existent here. 

I have never made a cake without any whipping or whisking or stuff before,but a cake that is ready in just three steps. ..

WOW!

This is one of those. Surprise. .almost like a pathaka...
A small bomb. .cracker. .For those of you of the non Indian variety...
A patakha will be one small burst of the wow factor. ..
In North India good food, pretty girls, great jokes and of course the diwali crackers amongst other things are called patakhas...
So these cupcakes were real crackers...

Crackers of taste.
Moist and soft and chocolatey...
The ganache topping and the real bomb-the vanilla filling inside the soft as butter cupcakes...
Yumm!

for 18

Chocolate Ganache Patakhas err Cracker Cupcakes with Vanilla Centres and Ganache Topping...


you need

2 cups flour
2 cups powdered /ground sugar
1/4 tsp salt
1/2 cup buttermilk
1 tsp baking soda
2 eggs
1 tsp vanilla essence
1 cup melted butter(2 sticks )
4 tbsp cocoa
1 cup boiling water

2 cups whipped cream to which 1 tsp white rum has been added(totally optional,but if you want the Fizz of the pathakas...well...)
3 cups Cold Chocolate Ganache whipped to peaks
Sprinkles and a few silver balls for decking up the cuppies


Preheat your oven to 170C/325F. Line the muffin tray with cupcake liners.
Mix the melted butter with the boiling hot water and the cocoa powder and heat to a simmer. Take off the heat and then cool .
The butter milk(either use butter milk or milk to which a tsp of vinegar has been added),mix with the baking soda/soda bi carb...this will have a slight fizz now beat in the eggs.
Beat the flour,sugar and salt together.
Yes BEAT!
According to studies and the Cake Bible and Rose Levy Brenenbaum,its better to beat as the dry ingredients do not mix as well with whisking or with sifting.
Lots of Chemistry at play ,but the science makes sense.
Into the dry mix,add the egg and buttermilk mix and slowly blend together. Now pour in the cocoa mix and mix fast.
You may need a balloon whisk or your beater to the same...
Its just easier.
The batter will be thick,spoon out equal amounts into the cuppcake moulds and pop into the oven for 20-25 minutes.
The cuppies will be moist,stick in a toothpick and check to see if the cuppies are done.

Bring them out of the oven and set aside to cool for 5-10 minutes in the muffin tray itself.
Bring them out and set them to cool.
Protect the cuppies while they cool...I lost almost six to sweet child and the errant dog who begs for sweet and chocolate with his dopey eyes...
So I had to bake another batch...

Once cool,whip the cream nd mix in the rum if you are using it...other wise the cream alone will suffice.
Scoop out the centre of the cupcake  and save the centre for munching on later.

Fill the drunken cream into a piping bag an d fill the gaping hole with the cream...

If you haven't made ganache before...for 1 cup of ganache
100 gms cream
100 gms cooking /dark chocolate

Chop the chocolate into small bits. Place the cream in a sauce pan and heat till it comes to a boil and pour onto the chocolate.
Mix well to allow the chocolate to melt.Cool and Cover and use as needed.
For this set of cupcakes,make the ganache at least 6 hours before and chill in the fridge.
Now all you need is to whisk it like you whisk cream.Till soft peaks form.
Fill into a piping bag and pipe stars or rosettes and ..
Sprinkle over the stars to decorate the cuppies...

Gift or enjoy...
About the pics...Well,the cream was drunken...remember?
And Bacardi...and chocolate make for a great combination!


Love the rum pathakas...
Love the Chocolate Ganache Patakhas err Cracker Cupcakes with White Rum Vanilla Centres and Ganache Topping.

So what are you baking today???

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The Promise of Forever and Ever...Platinum and my platinum day of love

Listen well while I tell you a story...

Of a boy and a girl in the spring...
How a first flower burst into glory...
And so shown the platinum bands of love...

Love.
And marriage.
It's been almost 20 years.
That long.
But our platinum day of love came much before we were married.
Hubby dear and I have known each since December 1993 when we were naive and gauche and young...
He was just starting out on his military career and I was getting an education in university. I was preparing for a career in management. Studying and prepping 24x7 and then even managing to get admitted to an institution of my picking.
Time was a passing and  not yet hubby dear and I were making promises to each other.
Promises of spending our lives together.
Promises of being true and faithful to each other.
Promises of being together, forever.
This song always brings memories and a smile ...
Forever and ever -Julio Iglesias...

And then came the realisation that the parents were not really approving of the relationship.
Circa 1996.
My mother was now beginning to vociferously voice her disapproval.What she had mistaken to be just a friendship converted into a crush had manifested itself as a serious lovey-dovey kind of situation.A situation that daddy dear was blissfully unaware of till then.
Then came the bombshell...
Not yet hubby dear wanted to meet with daddy dear and just take his approval and blessing before both the sets of parents could meet and formalise things.He obviously put the cart before the horse because my daddy simply and very politely asked him to stay away from me and consider the relationship non existent from that moment onwards. And I was very categorically told to stay away from the love of my life and concentrate on making a career for myself.
Arguments and pleading and howling and tears had no effect on him. He was adamant.
Being a naval officer himself ,he had no affinity for the army and the men...(After I got married,I realised that this inter forces rivalry is ingrained from the moment the men begin training...so...)
A few friends pitched in to try and connect us through conference  calls or for pseudo outings ,but it never could really work...
Leave from the call of duty and time together was limited and I was being watched...
Where I went,with whom I went...
Never before had I been questioned or not trusted and that hurt.
And then the bombshell...
One night I was caught by the parents trying to call not yet hubby dear and was categorically told,Hindi film style that I was not to contact him ever again.There were tears and threats and pain and the painful realisation that no love was worth causing the parents so much pain...
That was when I called not yet hubby dear and told him that no matter what happens he and I would never meet nor speak with each other or even remember the times we spent with each other.
The pain I felt at that time when I tried to sever all ties from him was almost physical. I felt as though I was slowly bleeding away.
He tried to contact me a couple of time s at home but to no avail...
At last he managed to get through to me at a friends place...
Sounding desperate ,he was ready to promise me the moon..
He pleaded and promised and cajoled and it was an emotional tsunami all over again...
That was our Platinum Day of Love .
The realisation that came to us during that one phone call that this had to be love and nothing else that would cut so deep.
It had to be love that would bring that feeling of abject misery on being away and that elation at just the thought of being together.

It had to be love when the strains of a syrupy love song would bring a smile or tears...
Something like I will be Right Here Waiting for you...
The clandestine phone calls continued for some time...
Then Dilwale Dulhania Le Jayenge was released.
The story of a boy and a girl being kept away because of parental pressure was so similar that I wept buckets during the screening of the movie...
And as it happened,the parents were not untouched by it either.
They realised that the love that I felt was indeed true and was not like a simple crush that would just disappear when the time for commitment came.
They asked to meet with the now in laws and our marriage was fixed...
Just like Simran's dad says to her at the station...
जा Simran ,जी ले अपनी ज़िन्दगी। तुझे Raj से ज़यादा कोई प्यार नहीं करेगा। जा Simran ,जी ले अपनी ज़िन्दगी।
One year later we were married.
Today ,we have been married 16 years ...
Its been a bumpy ride at places,but the best has been the getting up and dusting our behinds and moving on...
There is always sunshine and warmth and love to look forward to at the end of the road.
I'm not too fond of movies...remember I'm a Greys Anatomy and Ally McBeal kind of person,but I'm all for the Yash Raj Films and all the love they endorse.
यह कहाँ आ गए हम ,यूँही साथ साथ चलते। …
तेरी बाहों में हैं जानम मेरे जिस्मों -जान पिघलते।

Its been a long road,we've held hands and walked together and I know that one day,we'll sit outside on our patio...Grey haired and wrinkled and smile and remember the happy and trying times and the love that pulled us through.
                                                           
I am not supposed to post pictures of hubby dear and stuff...but this bliss that the two bands of love..platinum is evident .
Even diamonds will not last forever.
But Platinum will.
The metal with the promise of eternity.
The metal which is as rare and as strong as your bond of love.
The metal which never tarnishes as your love and respect for one another.
The metal that is exclusive and elusive...just like true love...
Not every one can find true love.
Cherish this love with platinum...
Truly blessed are those who find true love...
Truly blessed are the ones like us...

So if I win no prizes,hubby dear will need to cement our bond further by buying the platinum rings.


The promise of eternity and laughter and togetherness is enough to help tide whatever comes my way.Our Platinum Day of Love stays with us every day and brings us together each day.
We have been blessed with a love so strong,it won over many hearts.
We have been blessed with sweet child to cement out bond even more.

I love that I can share this with all of my readers and hope that everyone finds their Platinum Day of Love.
This post is for Indiblogger's Platinum Day of Love contest.

True love doesn't have a happy ending.True love has no ending.


PS This is probably the first time I managed to post an entry to a contest without the dealines breathing down my neck...
Chicken Biryani for dinner...
OOh the trials and travails of being a married woman...Love Shuve and Chicken tandoori...
First you sink into his arms and then you end up with your arms in his sink...
Though the thought of platinum makes it all worth the while...

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Smart Suraksha My Birth Right!

Smart phones and smart women.
Indispensable in today's world.
No one can live without either a smart woman or in today's high pressure city life-a smart phone.
I'm a recent convertee...
It's been two months, and I really don't know how I managed without my smart phone . In fact I'm ruing the fact that I settled for a small phone.  My smart phone should have been bigger.
But then ,that kind of draws attention to the carrier of the phone.
The women are smart alright, but the cities are getting unsafe .
Bringing us to the objectives of this blog post.
I know baketitude is only to do with food but when I have a chance to be a part of a movement initiating safety for women, food has to wait.
I have been brought up as an independent, competent and capable woman. There is no task that I can't do (besides the obvious of course -I am not interested in displaying my physical prowess. ..I'd rather leave that to the men).
There is no road I can't travel or no mountain I cannot climb.
However after December last year ,when an innocent girl was gang raped in moving bus when the city folk went about their business. .. I'd rather be safe than sorry.

I have a few suggestions for women travelling out of their homes for work or for pleasure.

1. Carry a phone. Fully charged. And also carry your charger with you. Almost everywhere you'll be able to hook your phone up and spike the battery.
2. Ditch the headphones. Leave the radio and the music and the blissful ignorance of the road and traffic to those local yokels. Pay attention to your surroundings. 
3. Observe. Make sure you notice what people around you are  doing. Keep an eye on what people are doing and try to keep your reflexes sharp.
4. Use public transport as far as possible.  If you are not able to use company transport or your private transport, stick to places where people throng. Metros or maybe cabs from reliable companies.  Make sure to note the number of the cab. Travel with people.
5. The more the merrier. If there is someone who wants to create any trouble, he will avoid crowds. 
6. Avoid travelling alone. There is always safety in numbers. Its more fun when you have company and friends or colleague s around. 
7. Dress conservatively. Old fashioned, I know, but remember it's always better not to attract too much attention when you are not on familiar ground.
8. Don't display your jewellery or high end branded gadgets or speak of anything that smells money. All that can be done among family or friends or where you know you are safe. So if you do possess a snazzy smart phone or iPhone or psp or Ipod--avoid showing off. There will always be someone lusting after it and thinking of ways to try to filch it from you for a few quick bucks. 
9. Be sober. Keep your alcohol intake to a minimum. Cocktails and tequila shots are good only when you know you are safe.  Carry a pepper spray or a pointed object in your bag that you can reach for fast. 
10. Be ready to scream and run. Make sure that your screech is audible and sharp . Feed in numbers like the police and your home on speed dial. You never know when you might need them. Know that you have to run -fast. ..even if it means ditching your Aldo shoes, you can always get another pair...

Install the Smart Suraksha App in your phone. Familiarise yourself with its working. Each phone has its own safety features. ..go through them.

Music and games and ebooks can be accessed at home.

When you are out , keep your eyes peeled and senses sharp. 

Be safe.

Your family loves and needs you. 

Its your responsibility to look after yourself. 

I am sharing my Smart Suraksha Tips at BlogAdda.com in association with Smart Suraksha App.

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My Delhi Manifesto-My city ,My love and My life

Mera dil, Meri Dilli.
My city...and I ♥ Delhi.
I may not have been born in Delhi,but in all senses, I was born here. finished school,college,got an education,found my calling and my job and fell in love in this city.
I have awesome memories here.
This is the city I call home.
The parents live here .I learnt to drive here and know the roads of Delhi better than I know any other place. Love the markets and the food here.
Every time I come to Delhi, the happiness quotient rises.
Delhi has changed.
The number of people that now inhabit Delhi,could be the same as that in a small country. And we do have a government...
Maybe parallel governments...
About 15 years ago,Delhi was madness. Traffic snarls and two hour long jams. Bad public transport and bad power cuts. Pollution and smog to kill a lot of people...
Crime and an ugly skyline..
We have a lot to thank Shiela Dixit for. Because she was at the helm(maybe) today Delhi is City Beautiful.
The CNG brought down the air pollution,metro changed the public transport ,no more blue and red line buses and then the changes because of the commonwealth games have made Delhi an international city...
But does it???
The skyline may have changed , but the city essentially has not.
The mindset of the people has not.
They still view women as an object,to be desired,to be ridiculed and to be possessed.
The Delhi that I want to live in,My Dilli must make a change.
The initiative must come from the government and the government must be strong enough to make sure its done.
My Delhi Manifesto will be something like this.

1. More police men-Hire more police men and remove police men from useless duties of politicians and senior officials and let them do some policing for a change. Lighten their work load so that they are less stressed and more amicable and cooperative.
2. Arm the men who ensure law enforcement-not just with weapons but also with strong enough laws that some ones uncle or son or relative does not get away scot free.
3. Fine the public-ensure that the public follows traffic rules and keeps the city accident free by driving without speaking on the cell phones and that people don't litter .
4. Sanitise known crime prone areas -Regular checks and raids by the police are mandatory to ensure the fear of Delhi police in the mind of the criminals.
5. Make resident welfare societies responsible-encourage the RWAs and the citizens to volunteer to help make Delhi a secure city.
6. Reduce traffic on the roads-Try implementing what the Greeks did...odd dates and odd number registration plates on the roads.We can maybe skip Sundays and public holidays ,but at least a few days of the week can be strict no car days on the roads.
7. Hike up the tax on the number of cars per household- If a family has more than two cars per house hold,let them pay more an d more...after all family values get stronger when we travel together.
8. Increase enrollment in night schools-try to educate the school dropouts and those who are uneducated ...education is empowerment after all.
9. Street lights -More street lights so that no roads are unsafe.
10. Trucks and heavy vehicles-must be routed out of Delhi...the immense traffic snarls that trucks and trailers just passing through Delhi cause can be avoided if they use a bypass.
11. Public phone booths and chargers to help those who are stranded...
12. Patrolling-More vigilant patrolling and CC TVs to ensure that an incident like Damini's Rape doesn't recur.
13. Better Roads-the connecting roads should be free of pot holes and well lit.
14. Mafia-punish and get rid of the land mafia,the parking mafia,the begging mafia, the drug mafia,the cartel of the politicians ...all those who make the city unsafe.
15. Bribe-punish all those who take and offer bribes as well.The pay will never be enough but bribes are not an answer.

A free wifi or more malls and a  better looking skyline are not meaningful if the women and the senior citizens are not safe. A pollution free city will make a lot more children free from respiratory ailments.

Let Dilli be safe again.

Let Dilli be clean again.

I want to be safe in my city.

This is My Delhi Manifesto in association with BlogAdda.com./

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