Casual Thoughtfulness!

There comes a time in everyone’s life when changes just happen. Pertaining to this, people calibrate their ideologies and principles in accord with the existing conditions for a better survival. I recently realized that life is all about revamping and remodeling the structural design of dictates of conscience while keeping the foundation of ethics intact. More so, sometimes you just have to redesign the entire framework. Like everything else, there are two coexisting hypothetical designs – THE IDEALISTIC and THE REALISTIC. I have come a long way following the former path. Being one, I have been advantageous enough, so far, in imperative milieus. It has been a gratifying journey, discerning the higher perspective, playing the odd role of a comprehensive preceptor. There may have been times of failure, of distress and gnawing dejection. Then again the ideals help in fighting back and standing up. Now, a realist is nothing but a practical idealist who can foresee the unworkable or rat...

Thoughts! The mind never goes to sleep. The clock inside is always tick ticking without interruption. Random thoughts, random situations transpire at every moment. Mood swings aren’t always the upshot of external influence. It is mostly a domination of all contrasting views coupled with overanalyzed predicaments. The imbroglio seems vicious and tumultuous especially when one ponders over the wreck within. This muddle cruises around crushing all the pre-existing inceptions. The wrath occurs once the fugue state becomes formidable. There is resistance, an upheaval of merciless pessimism that always hovers around. This is such a delicate situation that you are precisely on the verge of a break down. Every emergent notion frames you in null and void when you can’t think beyond. It’s a catch-22 situation. You either have an emotional outburst or the lava gets accumulated inside. The outcome, though is a varied synopsis taken from anatomized cognition of every single call made to the m...

“The company of me”, regardless of the cynicism tagged to solitude, takes me for a peace drive, effacing the prolonged derision. There are times when I seriously wish to be left alone and not be bothered by those thousand souls traipsing around me. There is no justifiable rationale for such seclusion. Resurrecting those ceded thoughts, recollecting those aggrieved dreams and once again nurturing the effect of being an individual. Aren’t these reasons enough to stay in isolation? It’s easy to manipulate a million reasons just to be left alone in this space inefficient world. Call it solitude or seclusion, there is always a brighter side coupled to this perception. Not just one finds solace, there is an immense involvement in the process of organizing those piled up thoughts. The tumult inside is set right to vivify the disarrayed designs. A participation like this might strengthen the mental capabilities, honing the circumstantial immunity. Being aloof not necessarily justifies l...

Duality of mind is a very common syndrome that prevails in cent percent phenomenon. If you actually ponder over any proceedings, you are sure to find yourself sailing in two boats. Without much hesitation, and along with a blatant expression, one of the two deliberations wins. And this contemplation decides the future of your better or worse. This double mindedness really slaughters you from inside and you are stranded vulnerable to ineptitude. Difference of opinion, a wretched list of pros and cons, an ordained submission, and an entirety of indissoluble buoyancy; make a mincemeat of the finesse of resolution; changing the definition of being a decision maker to a perplexed puppet. However difficult it may seem, the end road to success is a tour de force. Not a very planned journey, but well equipped for sure, making every gray cell stretch to its optimal limit. The sacrificial staging is nothing more than a charade that mocks at the ingenuity and uncertainty of the consequence. ...

It wasn’t too long when I first realized that Music and me had nothing in common. My singing is as discordant as that of a donkey; may be slightly better ‘cause I am reasonably au fait with my singing potential and sporadically dare to even croon. I still remember my inconsolable and embarrassing incidents with the word M. It was rather exploiting, when I was made to sing in front of the whole class to pass the music test at school. The fever ran so high that I once skipped a final examination of music and then feared flunking the year for being absent in it. More so, this was staged without the acquiescence of my parents at the mere age of 10. And as I grew up, I felt chagrined on scoring a ‘C’ every year. This wasn’t enough, when I was incited by the melody of a casio and tried to get my hands on that. Just a few practice sessions ago, when I had started assigning the syllables to the melody, the tutor asked me to sing along while playing. Then and there I gave it up again. The s...

Religion, by its definition, forms a faith by which we bestow our trust in God, the divine power, to which we all surrender. Sometimes, I find myself in a fix as to what to follow and what to ignore. Being born to the followers of Lord Mahavir, brought up amongst Hindus and Punjabis, fascinated by Islam and studied in a convent with Jesus as the holy Lord. All I have really evaluated from all these religious sects I have lived with, is a strong faith in a mystical power that gives everyone the strength to survive. I haven’t really been a religious person. My perception towards faith differs from that of the mass. A power does exist but it surely doesn’t grant us the daily bread. There is a force that makes us walk towards our wishful thoughts and sometimes even achieve them. We are put to test every now and then and that’s part of life. And of course to effectuate things we work towards them. Religion, on a daily basis, has a minimal part to play. Though I have made some vivid ye...

The title itself may provoke numerous minds, but that’s the whole idea behind writing this post. To awaken those who are still sleeping with imposed facts shielding their thoughts. We were young enough when we first heard about these famous saints who brought the concept of living with the power of smiles. Though blasphemous it appeared, it did manage to gather a million blind followers. No fear keeps me away from criticizing it for I strongly feel against it. The whole concept is to pretend that nothing wrong can happen, maintain your positivity and just turn a deaf ear to you problems. They will either shun by themselves or give up under the power of your so called positivism. Psychologists suggest that optimism does bring about a change in a person’s perception. But this theory of achieving harmony with an exaggerated version of pretentious optimism eventually makes you so hollow that you stop defining your own instincts and powers. For all I ask here is how can you really over...

Often we find a similar trend in two people conjoining for a nuptial bliss or even before, while they are betrothed or termed as a couple. A major segment of the mind revolves around the likings and disliking of the partner. The brain is shielded by the partner’s perception and the actions are thereby stemmed accordingly. I would be too prejudiced to call this as self-ignorance but I do feel that somehow the influence of one of the two is so strong that it overshadows the other’s psychology. I have always been a very equality conscious person. Never made attempts to let anyone down or show things off, irrespective of the biases that exist. And with this uncanny and random observation I was flustered. Rather panic stricken on knowing the impact on the persona, creating imbalance unintentionally. The usual targets are the petty things when there is always an explicit expression of strong liking and disliking to which the other easily concedes. The impression is intense enough to mak...

We live in a society so deeply conglomerated, that every second person belongs to a different community, caste, color, creed, etc. We still share the same belongingness, and the fellowship continues. Gradually, these beliefs are inculcated in each one of us as we grow. And over the time they become so overrated that it becomes hard to distinguish whether we are the blind followers or sane submitters. “Overrated” and overvalued convictions propel the emotional quotient to an extent that results in either over-compliance or over-defiance (extremes). The fanatics can never come to consensus until the “Over” bit is sliced and fenced off. Talking about the exaggeration, there is always a tempest in the teapot; something invariably descried, especially in a democratic, secular, discrete and yet integrated Country like ours. Everything that exists is overrated; to begin with patriotism, relationships, societal responsibilities, politics, business, education, fashion, sports, bollywood, ...

Every silence has a sound, there vests a meaning behind tranquility. Silence as I may have felt in the recent times, I would like to put it as the “Mute Speech Act”. Despite the negligible intensity of sound in its speech, it is still heard, not by the ears but by the rest of the senses. Being human is a difficult task, with all the sensory nerves continuously talking in their own language. Eyes speak to the eyes; touch reacts to touch; likewise, every sense responds in its appropriate fashion.  When the mind or the heart does the talking, and when words fall short, it’s the silence that speaks. The unusual awkwardness that silence creates forms the basis of understanding the language of silence. It is the quietness that prolongs and eventually delves into a form of expression. This is the cognition why at times we really do not need words to define the conviction. Call it the sixth sense or the instinct; we always comprehend what is being said during the phase of reticence. ...

While cleaning one of my cupboards, I just found this interesting piece, something which I had written in 2003. I was taken aback by the innocence that existed. To my surprise, in these 7 years, the meaning of life has totally changed. Still somethings always stay close to the heart. Though kiddish, i am too eager to share this bit.. :) --- "Tiff and Tango" They praise me for what I am Admire the great friend in me Inspired by my love and affection So head over heals in love with my friendship Expect favors from me and make me expect even more Bless me and wish the best for me [1] Suddenly, the cupid’s arrow strikes Someone perfect has just knocked the door, right! They fall in love and life sings mellifluously And the inseparable pal is forgotten awfully Here the tiff between 'love' and 'friend' embarks The former is godlike and latter blown to dark Its the dear friend, has to understand [2] Blessings brighten, as silence remains golden ...

This is in continuation to the previous post, as I am still not over with the Delhi and Mumbai syndrome. Since the voyage between Delhi and Mumbai was pretty quick, there was an obvious comparison that boggled my mind at all times. We all belong to the same roots, similar beliefs, and very consistent needs. Though the demarcation of ones society is definitely laid and this distinction segregates us from the rest. More so, every city has its trend to follow, contrasts ought to subsist. Mumbaikars, I found them far more hardworking and honest as compared to our hi-fi delhiites. No offence to them, but truth prevails. North Indians have always been very snooty and pompous. Being one, I guess I don’t regret this bit. I figured distinction in each and every thing that existed. The taste for music, cuisines, the limit to expenses. Punjabi hip-hop and pop beats rule the charts here in Delhi, it is the melodious bollywood music and other soothing marathi rythms that are preferred in Mu...

It was quite an interesting month of May for me. It started on the usual note of laziness within, slowly it progressed and I ended up being a psychotic reader for the following 2 weeks. It wasn’t all over when I was still busy searching and buying new books, having sleepless nights. ‘Shit’ and ‘Wit’ happened all through. The end was though marked by one of my favourite activities – Travel. All in all I would say an extremely captivating and fascinating month, which I actually lived. Not going any further with the details, I am here to share a tiny experience of my short, exhaustive yet engrossing trip to the two most incredible cities of INDIA – Mumbai and New Delhi. For these two cities, I have been an enthusiastic guest because I normally end up visiting them once or twice a year. Thanks to a huge number of kith and kins, that I get to enjoy the luxuries of these cities. My outlook for these two cities was very different this time. It wasn’t the picturesque framing or the nicetie...

As life proceeds, prolific situations and incidents get tagged along. Some are good some are bad; you yearn to relive some of them while for others you just wish had not happened. Since life is very unpredictable for each one of us, it does leave us astonished on how things take a U-turn without any forewarning. Meanwhile we struggle to fortify ourselves to cope with the changing trends, it becomes inevitable to surrender to those unfathomable phenomenon. Rigidity evolves with in, endorsing the deliberate notions. This indeed hits us so hard that we actually forget the truth of living the life that we really deserve to live. We refuse to perceive beyond, something that is hidden - the ballad of the wounded soul. Its mellifluous voice goes unheard and ignored. The ignominy of being forgotten shatters the only hope that ever persisted. The cluelessness about the distressed psyche is the only reason that perturbs the stability of our thoughts. For every peccadillo, we tend to agonize ...

When you really have nothing to do…have some spare time in your kitty – GO NOSTALGIC. Yes! That’s the best way to deal with time that you don’t want to put in practical use. Remember the good old school days, dozing off in the hindi lecture while the teacher chanted the “Dohas of Sant Kabir”; going zapped in the history class, for why the hell did anyone even think of attacking another’s land or wife or whatever??? What were they even thinking? Nerds!!! Trying to figure out why in the world would any metal or non-metal react to hydrogen and oxygen, and what made the two similar poles repel and that chapter on life process-2, how it always opened the eyes even when we detested waking up. The pranks on some of the fellow classmates and even on those imbecile teachers (no offence); how we evaded the physical education period by making silly excuses of having a tummy ache, or a head ache, or even better, a sprained ankle. Annoying the class topper by hiding the books, not doing home ...

Here’s a list of confessions that we all make at every moment of life. Along with, are the contradictions that hover the mind. Confession #1: I hate to CHANGE MYSELF. Contradiction #1: Change is the only constant Phenomenon. If changes don’t happen life becomes monotonous and boring. The question is why do we fear change so much? If we were to change, must be for self-amelioration. It’s always hard to accept changes. Especially the major ones that life throws on us. Confession #2: I want FREEDOM. Contradiction #2: We all have freedom of speech, of expression, the basic rights, all within the barriers of our culture that we individually follow. But here’s a turn. We are still not free enough to take a plunge into the wickedest and yet dearest of things that we wish to do. There is a thin line between being selfish and being free. The fear is we never know when we cross that line and behave selfish than being free. Confession #3: I know what you are THINKING. Contradiction #3:...

How do people avow that they understand their partner/friend/mate whosoever, pretty well. What is that one thing that makes them certain that yes, I know this person unquestionably. I understand people and their behaviour, obviously, by spending time with them, judging their body language; making them comfortable to express themselves; and ofcourse, with the help of my psychic instincts. All said and done, I realized how misquoted I have been all through. Arrogance, intolerance, rigidity, dominance, and many more such synonymous words are always tagged along with me. To which I strongly condemn as being assertive, opinionated, pliable and forbearing lest be provoked deliberately.  We all have shortcomings, and during those extreme exhibitions, people just opinionate you as they see you. This vision, however, is an attempt made by an undesirable and unavoidable situation that elicit the subversive you. It is just an ignored part of your nervous system that ousts a hidden or may b...

Life seems to be in a rush. It’s the fourth month of the year and to my surprise I did not realize that we have crossed one-third of the year. The past three months just passed by with so many extreme highs and lows that it was impossible to actually sit back and count the number of days. This time around, I realized how time flies and how we run on our foot to chase it. This happens to be my 20th post. The number is quite important for me as it coincides with my date of birth. I am not a very superstitious person, yet I have a strong feeling about the year 2011, once again with reference to my date of birth as 20.11.2011. Okay! I might appear to be a little boastful but honestly I am looking forward to the coming year for this particular reason. This may sound like a post to be written on 31st December 2010. How does that matter when you write it down, its all about when and how you feel. With “feel”- the word coming into play once again, I feel the word is such an overrated actor...

You say you like someone, then you say you have crush on someone, and then there are some whom you just like all the time of your life but they are not your crush, not your beloved, neither your best friends. During the journey of life, we keep bumping into people of all sorts, style, manner, genre and psyche. We befriend some; we fall in love with a few and some just go by as “Wow! I like him” and then you forget them the next day. There is one more classification. There are some people you simply like throughout your life without much expectations. This liking is so mutual, you are utterly comfortable with this person, you enjoy talking, sharing; you build a great level of trust with each other; and things never change between you two. There is an unambiguous alliance, based on trust, care, admiration, and respect, that institutes a mutual affinity which continues forever. You get into relationships, you break off, you make new friends, you party with your childhood best friends, ...

Anger, a strong feeling of annoyance, vexation, or hostility, is something you cannot avoid not matter how patient you are. When you are angry, everything comes under your scan, it gives you a headache, heartache, stomachache (may be), basically immense displeasure. So did happen to me. I was in great discomfit sometime back. I was angry. I am quite blatant by nature (being modest), so when I am angry, I avoid people to get in my way and become the victim of my crossness unnecessarily. This time, it so happened, I was angry, I was hurt, and for a change I controlled myself. I kept mum, I did not think, I did not utter a single word. I lied down, before the tears could come rolling, I closed my eyes. I defied anger, I tried to let go, to get normal, unaffected. It was then that I found solace, a moment of truce that demarcated a new span of control within me. I had never been so much at peace ever before. It felt, I had crossed my own limitations and enhanced my own magnitude of resi...

Of late, I haven’t got much time to think about anything apart from my work and its scheduling and rescheduling. At ease now, though the mind refuses to sit back and relax. Its always in the hyper active mode for reasons best known to the internal wiring inside. Of course, being over occupied isn’t a very striking affair. But that is something you just cannot escape no matter how much you dawdle it. And escapism is not something I personally support. Coming back to life and routine, just contemplating over the past deeds and happenings, I realized how life always puts you up in a rut and expects you to come out triumphant. The proactive inhibition precludes the sense of being avant-garde, of that being progressive in terms of situation. It pulls you back to a point where you feel paralyzed, recluse, and dormant. The process actually takes you for a ride from an altar to deep down in the dumps. The bitter truth winds you in such a series of trials, as if sailing through them wou...

It’s funny how perception for the same situation show such varied response. Usually we say it takes two to clap – referring to each and every action or emotion be it fight, love, hurt etc. Then there is a third person. This person is the one who listens to the chores of one of those two involved. There is always a third person, a third eye for every condition. This is a confidante, an honest and trustworthy friend who is entitled to give a just and unbiased opinion. Usually, the opinion becomes an eye opener and solves most of the issues. But there is another side. Sometimes the two people who are actually involved in the situation know the reasons for its occurrence. They are the best judge for every action that comes into play. It is for them to summon the circumstance in their own way. The third person could be an honest guide or a very highly experienced counselor but in the end, it all about being human. And its impossible to step into the shoes of another human, you can share t...

Why is it at times you feel so dreaded and lonesome even when you have some twenty people standing by your side. You have everything you can wish for in the world but still it makes you feel so hollow from inside that you crave for a moment to cheer, a hand to hold, a person to listen. Listen to that what you can't put to words, what you just can't express even though how well your communication skills be. The perception is so deeply negated that all you see is ugly truths. A person like me falls an easy prey. The situation fools you around in such a way that you don’t seem to rebel rather simply sleep in the arms of dusk and dream about the unimaginable sorrows. The tenure of such feelings isn’t very long; it varies from a few seconds to a few hours. The impact however is such that it transforms you into a more humane, sensitized mortal. During the transition, the rigidity of mind makes you a stronger victim of vexation and flexibility of heart, a fragile target of misery....

Being a kid, I used to ask my brother about the team he supported and the moment he replied, his team got one more tiny tot supporter. Not even having the sense to understand its meaning was the time I started following CRICKET. Ever since, it began to run in my veins. Unknowingly, it became a passion, an addiction mushrooming inside. This is what has been the story of many more INDIANS like me who have been brought up to play cricket, love cricket. I wasn’t alone. I had numerous friends both boys and girls, equally high spirited and mad for CRICKET. Every time India played their most furious rivals, the player fought a cricket battle and the spectators (obviously including us) played a verbal battle of obnoxious phrases. No one regretted abusing and none objected. Many more games played, battles won, fights defeated. Both, triumph and trounce had their share of emotions and reactions. The players then played for the spirit of game, for the prestige of their nation, for the courage...

All those who have known me find me highly opinionated, firm, unfaltering and sometimes even misinterpret my strong ideologies as adamancy. I was a rebel since childhood. Never did I follow any random suggestion without well-grounded reasons. Adherence to the truth, right is might, are some of the strengths that show resolute determination in my character. I still remember an elite referring to me as a “headstrong girl”. I always have opinions, some by instincts and most with the knowledge on the subject. There are definitely a few more like-minded heads, which continue to inspire me. And the rest misjudge me as a high-headed, unwavering, obdurate, nasty mortal. Ever since, the rudiments of my cerebrum have been such that the brain has to work 24*7 and I have to answer myself with undoubted reasoning. Under such circumstances, the brain stopped living in predicaments and confusions making itself a power-thought generator. Conversely, there exists a birdbrain that refuses to think, to...

Today, when I was driving back home from work, I crossed a college bus. It reminded me of my old days. I got nostalgic. But before diving into my favorite pool of memories I noticed that all the students inside were wearing a similar kind of clothing, a Uniform. And finally I took the plunge. 8 years back, where entering the under-grad school meant stepping into a new phase of life. The euphoria, the zest, the delight, life was all about being avant-garde. New clothings, a free will, a platform to come out of the shell and look around the world. The whole concept was so of gratifying, buying stuff that’s in vogue -- cool accessories, stylo-bags, shoes, hair styles… no more Uniforms, AND no books… Well! I wasn’t the geek, the studious kinds, just normal, and an above average scorer. So obviously, the first step to college for me meant a sense of liberty and independence. I was free! From adolescent to maturity, the journey had just begun. The enormous amount of anxiety, the conscious e...

Tigers have always been a pride of our nation. Their charismatic gestures demand dignity, respect and authority. Their wisdom inspires you to walk the aisle with profound self-esteem. This stirring specie that has been attracting the humans for ages, sadly it will soon go extinct if we don’t act now. That’s how when we visit tiger reserves, we barely spot our national animal for their constantly depleting habitat. There has been poaching of this fierce animal, for reasons best known to the insane, dreadful and callous hunters. We have seen extinction before, the dinosaurs, the mammoths, and many more such species. We now keep assuming how and what made those enormous and significant animals vanish from the face of earth. Soon the tigers too would be a mere topic of discussion for their glamour and substance. In this Chinese year of tiger, we would see the end of this ferocious predator. How ironic!!! Until ofcourse we act, we become aware, we stop poaching, we join hands to preserve...

Equality- what exactly do we mean when we say we are equal. I suppose it is just that there is no bar to measure the others status, right or opportunity. When we say we women are equal to men, what do we intend to refer. Is it the prowess and potential of cerebral competence or the reference to the daily chores where we try to satisfy random egos in a hustle and bustle? My idea of equality has always been a free will to express your thoughts, take a stand of your own action, being independent of the biases. But when I hear people talking of comparisons on imprudent issues such as; if a man can go on a field trip so can a woman, if mothers have to stay home to look after the baby, why don’t the fathers do the same; it makes me rethink that its not just the stand of a man or a woman, we have very conveniently reiterated equality to settle our frustrated thoughts into mind boggling issues. I felt being a hypocrite when once a friend of mine refused to tip the waiter saying girls are not...

If I consider god as just drunk and not dead would that minimize the sufferings or simply agonize the pain. God, he’s drunk at such a crisis??? Or Poor God, he is under such depression that he is drunk..... We ought to send him to a rehab camp for gods can’t go astray. If that doesn’t help I think sending some five star baba would. With yogic exercises and some art of living being taught to god, might as well cure his blindness with which he simply ignores the good doers. May be a counseling with a free will baba would bring him back on track. Can he stop entertaining himself and us as well and get back to work for once. I feel he is so bored of doing his job over the years, it has become quite discouraging for him. With no promotion on the cards, no lavish parties, no ups n downs or recession and boom, neither a thrashing from his boss, nor a loss of project, he needs some excitement at work. Ask him where do u see yourself five years down the line, he would say, here only, doing t...

I ponder how our lives start revolving around the books we read. It all started with Enid Blyton and Nancy Drews and growing up with them gave us choices to go ahead the Mills and Boons way or follow the Godfather. I happen to choose the latter, and today while playing on this weird pitch of my life (being twenty something) it seems the cult of Godfather has hypnotized my soul. I have been smitten by his ceremonious acts of returning favours, of being a “friend” that I sometimes hallucinate puffing a cigar wearing a homburg crown hat. Being kids, we made favours to our bestfriend for a candy by solving their maths problem. Even then, we made such “Godfatherly” gestures. Obviously reading an act like that enhanced the thoughts and ripped our world apart. Soon we were simply wandering on the streets ruled by “The Godfather”. The psyche works on three rules: 1. If someone makes a favour I return it, balancing the weight of obligation. 2. If I make a favour, you will have to return...

Back in the 80’ s and 90’s, life was so much different. So much more convivial and social, everything mostly revolved around “each other”, “we”, “our”. There was tremendous zest and zeal about life. There was a lot more trust on the streets and a profound sense of brotherhood within. I still remember spending the new years night watching DD1, with its really creative way of imparting knowledge with entertainment. It was simple and so mollified. There were social gatherings every now and then. What we called the idiot box was the biggest invention of that era that not only brought the family members together to watch their favourite serial but also the neighbors and the whole “mohalla”. Life has become so mechanical, so individual now. We don’t even think about the second person living with us any more, neighbors and society are far from existence. The “internet” has replaced the idiot box. There are always two sides of a coin. Definitely, we are more aware today, we have more knowl...

You wake up every morning just to find yourself in the girth of pretentious acts. A tinge of hypocrisy marks the day when the first effort calls to pretend to be nice and sober to your unruly boss. Following through a sequence of such tormenting situations and people, astute ideas knock the doors of your head; invading each and every hurdle as you cross. You pretend to love when you are disturbed, you pretend to play when you are tired, even pretend to diet when u are most hungry and by the end of the day, you pretend to be happy, consoling yourself, tomorrow would be much better. This reprehensible human instinct to pretend in every petty situation that we don’t like is rather a blessing in disguise. Ever wondered the reason for such an appalling way of finding an arbitrary invasion of our problems. This makes me thinking about it at least for once. Probably today I am pretending to write, or sing or dance. The reason I hold beneath is a way to express my guilt of avoiding a ci...

We all love to eat, but barely anyone loves to cook. We still go by the old saying “Mum made food is the best”. Reasons being, foremost, it’s the mum, whom we love so much, has been taking all the pains to cook our favourite delicacies. Secondly, it’s all hygienic and definitely healthy. Finally, it’s so tasty and easily available, we need not move any limb to even pick a spoon. It’s right in our mouths. All we got to do is, relish it. Obviously, ours is a “junk foodie” generation. Comes a day of being home alone, u had it, “maggi” is all what we call cooking, to make things classier, order a pizza or pasta. Wonder what out children would refer to as home made food, with even the chapattis being brought readymade, “microwave cooked food is the best”. More so, a new change in trend is men are taking culinary lessons, either to impress their dates, or as a profession (which is actually a highly paid one) and the remaining do so just to fill in their stomach after a days hard-work. W...