Buzzing Telephone.

A telephone which is old or low on battery or a mobile kept on vibration will keep on buzzing.Buzzzz, buzzzz, buzzzzz in a low tune and if it is lost in plain sight, then it becomes more difficult to find it. It’s like a mosquito buzzing in your ear continuously and how much you try to avoid it, it will keep on buzzing and disturbing, until and unless the call is picked up.At last its battery has to be replaced or it has to be thrown away. Many people who like to sleep a lot, like such phones as it helps them avoid the world and there is nothing sweeter to them than their extravagant and extended sleep. Now if their pillows could give them a wake-up call, that would be a nice change for themselves.



Bread Cookies with tea.

Have you ever eaten bread cookies? They do exist and are wonderful to eat. Cookies aren’t only made out of flour or maida. They can be made of bread.Well my mom knows how to make them and I am proud of her. What astonishes me is the ability of bread to mold and become hard when it is baked.What ma does is she add chocolate crumbs or chocolate fillings in bread cookies and sometimes she even adds those fruity things in the bread cookies and they taste simply magnificent. With a steaming hot cup of tea, they taste like soft sweetened breads and give a wonderfull feeling that my day is beautiful and only bread cookies and tea exists in the whole world.I generally prefer sweet tea with milk, but green tea is also a good option. Even in a day, if I have them ten times, I wouldn’t be satisfied and each and every I dip those bread cookie in the tea, my tea becomes lesser in quantity and my appetite for it grows more and more and more .





The Men Selling Idli and vada with chutney.


It is raining, raining and raining. It’s like drizzle of olive oil on pasta. Once it is there and once it is not.

Idli and vada are the general fast food in India. People on the go, like to have it because it is quick, fast and smooth enough to eat and digest, plus the vada is crunchy and fills the appetite. People generally sell idli and vada on carts or small food trucks, but there are many who carry the utensil containing idli, vada, etc., on their head and go from place to place and sell them to people. They even shout sometimes-“idli,idli,idli, vada ,vada, vada.Sasta idli, sasta vada”. Sasta means cheap in Hindi.

Today, I saw two men going across our street and trying to sell the idlis and vadas and three or four people came and bought idli from them. The men took out the steaming hot idli and served them with chutney on a banana leaf.

They keep the idlis and vadas wrapped in banana leaf in set of twos, so that it remains hot and ready for sale and chutneys are given in small packets which are sealed, so that when they serve to the customers, it is less messy. Four apparent office goers were having their idli and vada relishingly when it started raining again and they had to run for cover.

The men instantaneously got up and placed the utensils containing idli and vada on their head and started walking at a rapid pace to some other place.Generally what happens is, when it starts raining people, vendors, sellers, etc., run and take cover in a shop or somewhere else. But these two men started walking in the rain. Though the rain was mild, it was an astonishing sight for me. Maybe they were going home or they themselves were hungry and needed a sovereign break to eat and rest.After all earning money is not the ultimate thing.




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Royal Biryani and Malai Kofta Curry.


Yesterday, we had to go out, so I had requested ma to pack tiffin for us(me and ma), as it was deep in the afternoon and all restaurants and their chefs take a break from work and do all non culinary things during that time

So, ma took out two of my old tiffin boxes and they look alike and in my school they used to keep me motivated to go through the first few never ending and monotonous periods.After all it is tiffin for which we all go to school for.Otherwise schools are meaningless.

When I saw ma packing those two tiffin boxes, it felt as ma and me were both leaving for school. But our school days are long over.

So we left for our destination.Now as it happens, in the mid way I started feeling hungry.Since, the time we left home, most of my thoughts were focused on those tiffin boxes. I didn’t know what ma had packed for us. So mid way I asked ma -“Ma, can we have the tiffin right now?”

Ma-“Have you gone mad?”

I- “Ma,I am hungry.”

Ma-“You want to have your tiffin in the car?”

Me-“No, ma.But I am feeling extremely hungry.”

Ma-“Is it natural hunger or  is it tiffin based?”

Me-“It is tiffin based.”

Ma-“Eat this Five star chocolate at this moment and after we finish our work we shall have our lunch.”

Me-“Ma, what have you packed in the tiffin?”

Ma-“Just some rice and a curry.”


On hearing that ma had packed rice and curry for tiffin, my face fell and all my tiffin hopes were feeling as powerful as a deflated balloon.It felt as if all the air was punctured out of my tiffin hopes.I had hoped for something which was sort of a quick snack and  tangy and bit spicy and very very tasty. Upma, sandwiches, parathas fall in that category.

So, like a grumpy kid, I was in a floppy mood and grumpy during the visit to the place where we had gone. We finished our visit. There was a table and bench there.So, we sat down for our tiffin there and ma brought out those tiffin boxes.

When ma brought it out, I could see that it wasn’t rice that she had brought, but it was some other preparation altogether.I could see that from the transparent side of the tiffin box.

Me-“Ma, it doesn’t look like rice.It is some other preparation.


Ma opened the tiffin boxes. The tiffin boxes were divided into three chambers. The major chamber had chicken biryani in it and the minor chamber had malai kofta curry and the third chamber had cucumber in it.

Now, ma makes a very special chicken biryani and on top of it she adds fine saffron threads and garnishes it with cardamom,clove, cinnamon and coriander.

I was twice over the moon. Me-“Ma, you have made special biryani and malai kofta curry and you told me that in the tiffin box, there was only rice and curry.”

Ma-“To surprise you.I knew that you were expecting something special, so I told you that there was only rice and curry.”

Me-“But ma when did you make the biryani?”

Ma-“When you were reading the newspaper.”

Me-“But, not even once did I get the smell that you were cooking biryani.”

Ma-“That’s because the kitchen ventilation fan was on.”

Me-“Thank you, ma.”

Ma-“You’re welcome.Now have your tiffin cum lunch or it would get cold.”

I dug in and started eating the biryani.My lord.I was in bliss or in heaven, where in particular, I wasn’t sure off , but I was somewhere special where normal humans can’t reach without eating something as special as this biryani.

The malai kofta curry was so brilliantly made, that it felt that the ball had long been sixed out of the stadium and all the people were still looking for it.It was extremely soft.It was tender and superbly made and very relaxing to eat.Most people screw it up when they make malai kofta curries, but ma had made it perfectly.It was SUPREME and those cool cucumbers just made my day.Before I had finished my tiffin,I felt very sleepy and while going back home, I kept falling asleep and ma had to give me a push to wake me up.

After reaching home, I went to sleep and slept like a small baby and woke up after  four hours.Those moments eating and those hours sleeping were so precious, that even for a moment I wouldn’t lose them.


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Tiffin box

Tiffin Box.

A tiffin box is a child’s paradise.Without it, school doesn’t feel as school.The main thrill of going to school is the tiffin box.After the boring three or four lectures, as soon as the bell rings, there is a rush to bring out the tiffin box till the time it is opened and the wait is insane.Suppose, ma gives a tiffin box, which operates on lock and lock.One side of the lock is opening, but the other side is stuck there, those moments are really frustrating. By this time five precious minutes of break has gone away.At last the side lock opens and what do I see? Suji halwa with warm bread. Instantly I would dig in. My father is a bigger baby when it comes to tiffin boxes. On day ma had given him upma with tomatoes cut in between and by mistake she had given the spoon in his bag and not in his tiffin box. When dad came back home, he had a grumpy face.It was the next day morning, when he finally spoke up and like a small school going child started complaining to ma-“Yesterday you had given two big tomato slices in the tiffin box and you had forgotten to give a spoon as well”. Ma replied-“Tomatoes add a nice flavour and taste to upma and I had kept the spoon in your bag.” After that day ma has never ever given him tomatoes(sliced) in his tiffin box.

Ma used to give me suji halwa, idli, dosa, rice preparations in my tiffin box and it is the best thing about school. Tiffin is the only thing that I miss about those days. I will write more about tiffin box in the coming few days.




Image courtesy By nickd from Chicago, IL, United States – lunch boxes, CC BY 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=2243193