Mouthful of Chicken

FOOD is one of my favourite subjects of all. Give me a list of interesting ingredients and voila! I will turn it into a dish. Purely out of my imagination.


Yeah this sounds a bit too over-confident but yeah I always looooooooooooove to cook in my free time.


Most important of all the things is I loooove to experiment with chicken.


I know all the animal rights activists will be waiting at my doorstep to shoot me for saying this but yeah I believe that Chicken was created to be eaten. I dont really care if it was the egg or the chicken that came out first. I love them both anyway. All I really want to care for is some really good delecious mouthful of chicken on my plate every single day!

Chicken roast, chicken tikka, tandoori chicken, chicken fry, chicken curry, chicken rolls, chicken pizza, chicken this, chicken that and more of chicken chicken chicken!!!!! Mmmmmmm.


I did taste other bird meats like turkey, duck and 'teetar' (name of a local bird in India) but nothing tastes any better than chicken meat.

Tomorrow is Sunday. And that means it's a 'cooking day'. I'm all geared up and I know pretty much what I'm supposed to be cooking. Chicken! That's right. Yaaaaaaaaaay!! I will be cooking chicken for my parents.


I'm really excited!!!!!!!!!!


And I even know how my parents are going to react tomorrow when they will taste my new chicken recipe. They will very warmly acknowledge me for my innate talent. (No bragging but seriously). They always do that. Maybe partly because I'm their daughter but moreso because I am a really really good cook!!!

So anyway tomorrow when they are going to taste my new chicken dish they'll delightedly affirm back to me to say- "we're blessed with such a wonderful daughter coz she spends her Sundays doing nothing else but cooking chicken for us". To which I will respond back smiling at them non-challantly with all that pride over my face :P

Latest addiction!

People often ask how a skinny girl like me can ever think about going to a gym. Most of them even consider workouts and me to be a sort of strange combination.

I mean so what if I’m skinny. Can’t skinny people dream of having good bodies? Can’t they ever dream owning a svelte figure? Sure they can. And I’m no different as compared to all the other skinny souls around. Am I? Besides 45 kilos is not really skinny (well actually come to think of it for a height like mine of 5.2”)

so anyway, the reason for me to start workouts was to look like a certain Bipasha (my workout goddess). I mean she’s got a bloody beautiful body that I could kill for!!

Imagine those chiseled muscular arms, that firm chest, those washboard abs with a slender waistline and a pair of beautifully toned muscular meaty thighs.Mmmmmmmmmmmm

I would say Bipasha's got such a designed figure just like her designer outfits.

You may say am awfully exaggerating about Bips here but I’m not lying either. You’ve gotta admit she’s ultra cool with an ultra hot body.

So coming back to the point I was saying- I always wanted a healthy, fit and toned body. And so my personal target was to add on 3 more kilos and tone up the overall.

I know I could have tried other alternatives or pigged into all those enormously caloric junk foods and meet my goal but considering I’m wise and smart (just a reminder for you all) I refused to choose the wrong option.

Before I could start workouts, I decided to do a little research to get an understanding about the different body types. And so there I went, literally crawling all over the diverse health websites on the internet trying to fish out as many incy-wincy details about an ideal body shape.

After a colossal hunt I finally realised 48 kilos would be an ideal weight for me. I could barely resist to start imagining the sight of all those heads turning back just to get an extra glimpse of my curves.

And how I long for those cheap thrills!!

Yippeee in about just a few months from now I’ll have a body I have always dreamt of...

Now here's what I must must share with you'll-

I was just 45 kilos when I first started out and now I’m 46 ½ kilos already! Thanks to banana shakes for making all the obvious difference.

It’s been 3 months now and I managed to stick to my regime. I guess they call it determination in other words. I mean 3 months, that’s like 72 days of regular workouts which also means sacrificing those divine morning snoozes!! But still, 72 days of continuous physical activity. Wow! That’s some amazing record I could create in my life of all the good things I did until now.

I'd like to make it clear that WORKOUTS AND ME ARE NOT A STRANGE COMBINATION but rather we now share a close bonding. It’s like a regular ritual and definitely a better option than my used-to-be routine of morning cuppa caffeine. I already see this happening. Yet another Bips in the making. Totally addicted and loving it same time. :)

Like a Candle in the wind...

The other day, I was contemplating for not so obvious reason about Diana, the princess of Wales.

She is to most people just a public figure, a celebrity with a starry status and I was too of the same impression about her but not until i took an insight into her "actual" life!.

I remember watching documentaries based on her life while I was still growing up. Back then I dint want to believe her super-glamorous image hyped by the media. I simply felt it was more than exaggeration.

As a young girl, the news of her sudden demise did not really jolt me unlike it did to most people around. Probably because I was still too young to realize what her loss could really mean.

It’s been more than a decade now she left this world.

Barring these ten years alone, in my recent past I felt this abrupt strange inexplicable pull that drew me towards her which got me into a sudden urge, to probe further into her life.

Personally, I would call it some sort of mental inquisitiveness. I had little control over my fingers that restlessly did a search option exercise on the internet. I seemed to have gotten very busy reading an online description ‘about her’.

I spent a while staring at her pictures where she posed in different poses in her royal long gowns and dresses. Simply elegant! Simply Class! She’s stunnigly so exuberant for the kind of rare charisma she oozed. She definitely did reflect what we call the ‘inner beauty’ too!

More often than not, to me the word ‘glamour’ always meant the outer side or the superficial side. But it was only when I went deeper into reading more about her did I realize that she was indeed very glamorous both from within and without.

Diana was someone who never shunned from her elegance even during the most turbulence of times. She fought until the end because she knew she had to fight to make her life work the best.

I wonder why she had to go through such a tough life.

Growing up in a broken family was never easy (she confessed this in one of her interviews). Bad marriage with one misunderstanding upon another and issues that ultimately led into an ugly divorce.

The truth was, she wanted her marriage to work out so badly just like any loyal and true wife. This made her role as a mother even more difficult to play. To top it all, she had to put up with the bitter slandering of the media day in and out. Even death was tough on her. An impulsive car crash!!

She never looked for sympathies from anyone. This amazes me. Sympathizing someone doesn’t make sense anyway. She always longed for love and care.

Diana bowled me as a princess because in all her actions she more than outdid a typical princess. Her charity work touched many hearts, mainly the ones who received it.

Diana is a person from whom everyone can learn some important lessons in whichever way it might apply to their lives. Getting an insight into her life makes us ponder about relationships and values.

To me personally it matters so much coz the way I look at relationships is in some ways quite common with the way Diana did. So compassionate at the way she offered her services to the depriving societies of the world. Diana to me is not just a princess or a royal heiress. She’s symbolic to elegance and poise.

Perhaps if there ever is an option to undo the damage, I would wish to see her alive today, happily married to Charles. She would have then been a wonderful wife and a caring mother too. But it can only remain as a wishful thinking, nowhere close to reality. It doesn’t take too much to recall upon and retain those myriad memories she left behind.

Elton sang it so right “she lived her life like a candle in the wind, never fading with the sunset when the rain set in…!” Indeed England’s rose that she is…

we sure do miss your presence Diana. May you rest in peace.

Fennel Seed

Fennel Seed...! That's my blog's name.

For most, this title (Fennel Seed) might sound a bit wierd for a blog. But the truth is, I was struggling really hard to come up with atleast an average name and so ended up calling it Fennel Seed. I think it works pretty fine for me. And besides, it's my favorite of all spices because it accentuates the aroma/flavour when added to a dish. I hope to put in some of my best of thoughts in here to make all you readers know what my personal stances are like... So, please go ahead and read on...

Blogging to me:

Talking about the whole idea of blogging, I have never been successful enough in "acquiring the taste" for it. Well... I did give it a try though but just could'nt resist getting back to doing my usual classic pen and diary thing. Not that am against blogging or something ( I just wouldn't be here if that was the case) but I personally think writing is more like an activity when compared to this whole virtual finger-thrusting exercise on keyboard. Sometimes I think it is such a compelling act to do (so you know the reason why I eventually gave up).

Blogging is catching up fast or maybe its already caught the hands of many. Infact it's hard to comprehend how all the writers now prefer blogging to writing. Maybe for them its a good barter because they think its a time-saver.

Albeit, I have never been a blogger ever before until now.

For me, the whole idea of staying up late at nights to write my diary with a pen is still so beautifully interesting. Writing somehow can bring about a complete sense of self-expression to the fullest. And yet blogging seems more easy, convinient and faster. Oxymoron isn't it?!!

I've had 3 unsuccesful blogs in the past and hopefully I am going to keep this one for a good long time, reason being- my late night work schedules that simply wont permit me to write anymore. The other reason is that while I'm at work, I can quickly shred my thoughts into a draft!!!

Easy, quick and convinient. Just like the taste of Fennel seeds.... :-P