Piya Bhaag Rahi Meri Sakhiyaan!!!

Hahaha!!! Is this me?? Yeah, that exactly was my reaction, when I saw my video of B2RUN. It was one minute clipping, but worth treasuring. Me, the half-dead, half-embarrassed soul, was trying to touch the finish line.

This run was of 6 Kilometer and if you complete it in 30 min, its worth being proud of. Run started from Olympia park and finished inside stadium. I completed the run in 55 min, I know, I know, its hard for me also to believe that I actually finished 6km so soon?? Proud me!!!

The "Run was Fun"
So many, children and old people standing on the side of track, and cheering runners. Some people were offering water to the participants. Few runners had funny costumes. So, with my tortoise pace,  I overtook two runners during the whole run. Pretty good hah?? An old fat guy, and an orange. Yes, a guy in a costume having shape of orange was running.

When I was 200 meters away from the goal, those were actually the "goose-bumpy" moments, when I was entering the Olympic stadium, it was full of crowd, lots of flood lights on, so many people cheering you up to finish the run. Ah!!! At that moment I wanted to be P.T.Usha. Now, I don't blame  my knees for complaining such a bad try.

Among my office mates, I was the last one, but never mind, I was not the last person to finish the run among 35, 000 fellow runners. I finished the run, and enjoyed it a lot.

 
I remember, this was written on the T-shirt of a lady

Some things may change, but spirit runs!!!

Its middle of the night, raining heavily outside and I have made a hot cup of "adrak ki chai", a perfect setup to write post and also to listen to my favourite singer.

For all the "pankhaasss" & "pankisss" of Shafaqat Amanat Ali Khan, please listen to this song. The relevance of the title with the song is hidden in the lyrics. Find it out yourself & happy listening!!!

Prickly Prickly Pickle

What do you do when a co-passenger opens his lunch box and you get the fragrance of home made pickle? What do you do when you see a small kid having a paratha roll in his hand and from head to heel, smells of aam ka achaar?

Yeah yeah!! I agree with you, it takes you back to your childhood. I belong to a generation when the only thing that never changed was your "school lunchbox menu". Paratha had a special place in the lunch box and there use to be turns of each kind of achaar for 6 days a week. Of course!! Saturday used to be half day, but still lunch box is the only unforgettable thing in school bag.

It used to be summer vacations of complete two months. The hot summer days would be perfect time to get ready for the stock for whole year. One fine day, mom and dad would go to the wholesale vegetable market and bring kilos of raw mango. The next day, all the shiny green, oval shaped mangoes were chopped into infinite pieces. It was then mixed with all sorts of masala. The life of pickle and taste of it, both in my Mom's hands. The perfect measure of every spice, fineness in the work used to be rewarded for whole year. During summer vacations, we used to get ready for the next class, by wrapping our notebooks with brown paper, putting colorful nameslips to each book and notebook. I guess, it was my mom's way of getting ready for the new academic session.

Now that the humid, hot, damp month of July is going to end, and pickle is almost ready to be part of our lunch boxes :)

Time has changed, no more school, hence no more lunch boxes, but the fragrance of achaar is still somewhere locked inside. I miss those days, I miss you mummy, papa, I miss you dear sisters.

This achaar took me back to memory lane.... "Achaar nahi Atyaachaar hai ye to!!!"

Parda hai, Parda!!!

I was away from work for 2 weeks and now am drowning in pool of pending work. In middle of my so-called Bee-Zee-ness, I checked my personal mail. Google+ has gained lot of fever these days and so my mailbox was flooded with friends request.

Suddenly, I read a mail with subject: kumar killed you to join him on Google+

I think due to Bee(u)sy-ness, my eyes got tired. I guess I have to plan one more holiday...

"FOR MY EYES ONLY!!!!"