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Thursday, March 22, 2007

Alive...



I just remembered I had a blog at Blogger.

Thanks to Devilish Angel, I plan on reviving my almost dead blog some time later.
Perhaps, a new layout and a brand new post will help my blog get into action.

Will be back later..

Sunday, January 07, 2007

Books.. books.. and more books



It is nine in the morning.

I am feeling tired.. my eyes are going to close any moment now.. I am helpless...

The least I can do is keep myself awake with a cup of strong milk tea. I don't remember the last time I had a really good sleep. There's no way I can sleep well as long as Sanya and I share the same house.

Jokes apart.. Well, I have been studying like a pig *oink**oink* for the the past few weeks. Weeks ago, mom ordered a bulk of study material from India, weighing almost 12 kgs. The books have been carefully written and designed for the Medical Entrance Exams in India.

I have been studying day and night... one can't help notice how tired I look these days. Did I hear the mirror just crack?!

Three months left until April and I will be flying back to India. I will be applying for various Indian colleges. My first exam is scheduled for the end of April and the last exam for June. May will be very crucial because most of the colleges carry out their examinations during that month.

I hope and pray that my hard work pays off. This year is very important for many of my classmates too. Most of them will be applying for Medical colleges in the coming months. I wish them all best of luck and also to those appearing for various other competitive examinations as well.

Random...

Few days ago, I was watching one of the Indian news channels. I was shocked to see this news about a hospital in the East of India. The hospital was badly maintained. On inspection, dead bodies were found in the incinerator... The gloves used by surgeons were never disposed after surgery. Needles and injection tubes were never thrown away, instead the same was used for every patient indicating there could have been chances of HIV being spread.

It's a shame for doctors, nurses and all those involved in this act, for playing with the lives of so many patients. I strongly feel that the hospital should be sued and the doctors/ nurses involved should be stripped off their licenses to provide any further medical care.

Finally....

Happy New Year to all of you. I will be away for some time and I won't be blogging frequently.
But that doesn't mean you will strike off my link in your blogroll.




Sunday, December 24, 2006

Aloo sans Paratha



Aloo Paratha is one of my favorites. I love spicy food, especially something that contains less of gravy.

Sometimes when my dad serves me, he pours a bucket full of gravy into my plate.. and I hate it alot. In the end, my plate looks more or less like a swimming pool!

Ok! Now back to the topic..

I never knew that Aloo Paratha even existed until dad ordered it one weekend, for breakfast, from a nearby Pakistani restaurant. I loved it alot. Ever since then, I make sure that my dad orders Aloo Paratha for breakfast every weekend.

Strangely, I was hit by a brainwave yesterday morning. I wanted to try out the recipe at home..

I went to kitchen... My first task was to find a bakra(goat)..err.. I mean a suitable potato (aloo) for my experimental recipe.

Then I found this....



A highly disfigured 'aloo'. I, Dr. IMM, had to perform a minor surgery on my poor patient. Simply scrapping and carving was not enough. I had to dig out those 'yucky' growths from my aloo's 'gol badan' with a scapel...hehehe..I mean knife.

The operation was successful. The next step was to place the aloo in a vessel contain hot boiling water.

The came the dough.. I added brown flour in a plate. I added water.. more water.. more water.. more water... till it didn't look like a dough any more.

I knew there was something seriously wrong with my dough. So I added salt, more water, more flour, more flour, more water, more salt, more flour...till finally I felt it was eligible to be called a dough.
I kneeded and kneeded.. made balls..

The boiling 'aloo' was now soft enough to be mashed mercilessly... buahahhahahahahha!

To the mashed 'aloo', of course, I added red chilly powder, chopped green chillies, coriander powder, salt, cumin powder, garam masala and all other powders I could lay my hands on. (Talcum powder not included)

The mixture was then filled into the dough balls and flattened using a rolling pin.

Next and final step was frying my aloo paratha. To my horror of all horrors, I was shocked to see that my aloo paratha ended up looking like aloo poori. I guess I used the flour which is usually utilised in making pooris. My first try was a complete flop.

When my parents came back from work, I served them the end product of my 'experimental recipe'. Mom liked it... but Dad had a weird look on his face.


NOTE TO SELF :

1. Don't cook. Concentrate on studies.
2. Never make Aloo Paratha unless you know the difference between the flours used for Parathas and Pooris.


NOTE TO FUTURE HUSBAND:

1. I am a deadly cook.
2. Do not ever ask me to make Aloo Paratha.
3. I agree.. your mom cooks better than me ..
4. No quarreling with me on cooking issues.
5. Last but not the least.. accept my style of cooking if you really love me.

Tuesday, December 19, 2006

Groom Wanted





GROOMS WANTED
Alliance invited from well to do and settled tom cats for a homely, beautiful, moderately slim cat. Milk white complexion with black patches here and there. Born and brought up with lots of love and care. Youngest daughter in the family. Single and no issues. Purely non-veg and loves fishes (...mackerels and canned tuna, to be more precise) Age and Caste no bar. Girl is prepared for the mating season. Early and decent marriage, please. Old grandpas, neutered, divorcees and stray cats need not apply. Contact insidemamind@you-know-where.com

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For the past few days, Sanya has been desperately searching for her MR. RIGHT...unfortunately she thinks that the cardboard box in the kitchen is the one.