Slice of Life

I am a self confessed diehard foodie, a female Jughead of sorts. Part of my happiness, wellbeing and spirit comes from food. I love eating out, be it in dhabas, restaurants; one star, two star, whatever star, the gourmet meals, the rustic roadside stop overs, my taste buds are easy to please. I look forward to every meal, never mind the fact that nowadays I feel like " Alice in wonderland ". I want to reach out for my boiled egg sandwich but am cautioned against eating the yolks. Imagine not having the whole egg!  Just when you settle down to grudgingly cultivate the taste of solo egg whites, pat comes the analysis that it's ok to have the entire egg, or for that matter take the coconut....every time I want to guzzle the sol kadhi or dunk into the Burmese  khowsuey, I agonise over its merits and demerits. Newspapers are full of contradictory reports, two columns, should eat versus should not eat. I feel like a yoyo swinging between decisions to suit my palate....lik

Your cell phone better not be on the silent mode coz there are going to be non stop reminders popping up at regular intervals for the forthcoming kitty , the much awaited mother of eve' s event; not that one needs reminders. The monthly precision planning that goes into it in terms of time management will give the corporates a run for their money. Women are done with showcasing their culinary skills at home  and want to make a beeline to whichever venue suggested by the host. It is a welcoming escape to sanity in case you are tearing your hair in despair with day to day problems getting the better of you. A lot has been said about kitty parties.... superficial, frivolous; but believe me there's more to it than meets the eye. An occasion where you get to meet women from all age groups, like minded or otherwise, who have something unique to bring to the table. A date to remember, where right from the attire to attitude is on an all time high. A lot of girlie fun, unwindi

For me the month of May is a mixed bag of emotions. It is my birthday month & I particularly rejoice on the occasion, feeling special as if I was born to make a difference to the world however ridiculously far fetched & hilarious that may sound. It is also the time the king of fruits..the mango makes its grand entry making my delight complete. Much to my alarm, the honeymoon period soon gets over as the sweltering heat makes it's presence felt & adding to the woes begins the dismal saga of absconding maids. Most of them go on their annual holidays; can't grudge them that & the measly few who remain suddenly come up with relatives crawling out of the woodwork who seem to need them more than me. Forget the newspapers & the weather reports who most often miss the targets, the weather at home certainly depends on the appearance of the maid. The kitchen sink & the washing machine vie for the top spot in screaming for your attention & when the maid