Tushar Mangl

The Protagonist of this post are two people. A girl named "Ms. B'ful hair" and a guy named "Mr. Ghaint". They were best of friends. Their frequency matched to an extent that they themselves were amused. Truth being, they were both "so- not- ordinary" on their own selves. So different and yet so similar, so apart and yet so close. The only constraint being they lived 250 kms apart. The distance is not very long, but it matters to those who cant see each other everyday for the far-ness does restrain them. They had met many times before, but this time was something important and special. Ghaint's birthday. And also, the time when they were both getting closer emotionally, bonding more than friends, realizing their attachment reaching peaks.They planned for the day for over more than a month. They talked and talked about it. They would do this and they would do that, they would go and they would wander there, they would shop, they would have lunch to

Declaration: In continuation of my previous post on the Counterfeit Halocast . Yes this is the punch line the govt of India is using to awaken us- the consumers of India. Since we all know the mal-practices manufacturers and sellers have been pursuing in regard of making money without considering the ill effects of those on the consumers. This is more importantly due to the fact that the consumers are unaware of their rights. Nevertheless, it is never too late to be informed. The consumer protection act 1986 is a step that has been brought into force by the govt of india in order to as the name suggests, protect the consumers. It defines CPA as- An Act to provide for better protection of the interests of consumers and for that purpose to make provision for the establishment of consumer councils and other authorities for the settlement of consumers' disputes and for matters connected therewith. The rights of the consumers underlined under this act are: 1. Right to Safety : The right

Another Women's day is here. International Women's day I must rather say.. Celebrated to honour women all across the planet. Honour my foot!! But my question is does the world ‘International’ exclude India? They treat women like a piece of @%#$ and celebrate women's day to cover that all up. They will stand up and bow to the women power on March 8 every year to justify the rest 364 days of the year. The gentry of the society will hold seminars, award functions to show respect to women liberation, honour their achievements and celebrate their abilities. As soon as this day passes, things get back to normal. Indians are big time hypocrites. Their mythology, their culture tells them to treat women like goddess- they worship young girls in the days of Navratri, and as soon as it is over, they do not hesitate to kill their unborn and even born baby girls in the greed of a son who would lead them to Moksha. How justified is it to kill a living being in the desire of a

Bringing you a very delicious lime squash recipe. Ingredients : * Lime juice - 6cups * Sugar - 12cups * Water - 6cups * Potassium meta bi sulphate - 3/4tsp Method : * Take the juice from the lime. * Heat the water. Add sugar and 2tsp of lime juice to it. When the sugar completely dissolves, remove from the fire and sieve through a thin cloth. Allow it to cool. * Add the lime juice in the sugar solution and stir well. Dissolve potassium meta bi sulphate in some water and mix it with the squash. Store in an air tight bottle.

Ingredients: Mushrooms- 200gms, Fresh Cream- 50gms, Gram Flour- 50gms, Ginger Garlic Paste- 50gms, Red Chillie Powder, Garam Masala, Haldi(Turmeric) Powder, Cumin Powder, Salt to taste. Method: 1. Dice and wash Mushrooms and keep seperate 2. Mix all the ingredients in a bowl. 3. Add Mushrooms, let them marinate for about 20 Mins. 4. Bake till crisp in a peheated oven at 240 degrees for about 20 mins. 5. Serve with mint/ Corriander Chutney.

Happy Lohri the Jagruk people!! Lohri is a festival of kites in Punjab and it celebrates the departure of winters. So with this post, I guess, it is the time to say good bye to the slumber the blog has been into. Being an administrator (thanks to Tushar), I have come up with an idea or two to spread the awareness- the Jagruti. Here at Jagruti, we mean to have a platform to voice the opinions of youth of the country over the social issues. We are all concerned and feel strongly about those issues, and would want to stand against them and uproot them to make the air in our society worth breathing. We know, we are the youth and we can not only voice, but do things to create a difference. So, we have come up with a scaffold where the readers and members can post their queries, perplexities, and issues bothering them (for love problems, may be we can have another thread) and ask for solutions, advices and seek recommendations from the members of the blog. For beta purpose, we are starting

The other day, my younger cousin called me up. I learnt she has an ascending interest in cooking. She told me "Di, I've tried Pasta, come over to taste, I think its good." I being a foodie, on learning abt Pasta, (yuuuuuuummmmmmmm) n having a special corner for Italian, juz wanted to fly and reach there and gulp the pasta n feel it melting inside my mouth... I kindda ran to her place (read: drove my mini truck- they call Indica the mini truck ;) ), dumping my (window) shopping in between. ;D And she termed tht debacle "Pasta".... Disappointment, discontentment, disgruntlement!!!!! Macaroni cooked in d.e.s.i. Chinese style, with a load of Soya Sauce.... Taste me to theek hi tha.. But when one is expecting Italian, and gets served with Chinese, toh ruing is toh apparent.. The base macaroni undoubtedly is Italian, but if we cook it the way we like it, we cant call it Italian dish. I have another frnd, who like me, is vy fond of Italian food, and cooks it we

"The God of small things" by Arundhati Roy - winner of the Booker prize of 1997 is a sad tale narrated hilariously . The story is woven around a pair of twins Estha and Rahel and their divorced mother who live with their maternal grandparents in the town of Ayemenem . It starts with them being 31 years of age and narrates different phases of their lives as kids, as grown ups, but basically deals with the tragedies they had to face during their childhood at the age of 7. Since the twins are aged 7, their conversation, their thoughts are funny for an adult, but they are witty and mature for the children of their age. It depicts how the tragedies that happened during their childhood have impacted their adulthood and made them complete strangers to each other because of their separation at that time.. The relevance of the title- "The God of small things" is the person who is the centre of the tragedy and who the twins and their mother love to death. It is a sad t

Disclaimer: Originally posted at Bare Twaddle _____________________________________________________________________________________ On an Industrial visit with my class (I am the lecturer, though most of my student s are elder than myself, they all have had work experience before joining in for MBA) got a chance to visit the sub-urbs of the city. The scroching sun in the rainless monsoons was making us all look for drinking water with each passing 10 minutes. The Merchandise Shop located in the locality was making money, selling "mineral water bottles" n "Colas" to the thirsty crows on the Industrial visit. As I emptied the tumbler carrying with myself, I heard some disturbances among the students.. I cornered to interrupt and ask what the matter was. Shipra seemed annoyed with the rest on being teased as "Ms. Super Hygenic" for she were asking them not to buy the "so called bottled water" for it not being actually the " Bagpiper "

As I walked towards the cosmetics counter, the girl behind the desk (trying to chipkaao something or the other) literally ran towards me and said "Ma'am ye product dekhiye- aapki skin type ke liye best hai, use to kar ke dekho- aapki sari tanning hat jayegi- Ma'am- take my word- laao main try karwati hoon aapko". She was trying to sell me a fairness product. I mean what the hell!! I am simply in love with my complexion. I am thankful for being blessed with a perfect wheatish complexion and I have no intentions whatsoever to get gori or gorier. I have no personal grudges against these sales girls- they get paid for identifying the potential customers to buy their fairness enhancing products- they are doing what their job is. Neither do I curse these FMCG companies cuz I understand they are doing their business- they just hit the target right- minting money taking advantage of the firangi procreated complex in Indians regarding their complexions. Gimme a break dude!! i

Whatever they may be in public Life, Whatever their relations with men, in their relations with women, all men are rapists and that's all they are. They rape us with their eyes, their laws, their codes." - Marilyn French, Writer When I read this phrase put up by Tshhar, I wondered in what exact terms rape is referred to over here. The Wikipedia says it is physical assault. When I open the newspaper in the morning, there are at least 5-7 news articles regarding rape cases, put on the television, the news channels will be showing the 'natkiya rupantar' of similar news as if they are some entertainment pieces. Not even the tourists are safe in India these days – everyone is aware of the recent Goa and Rajasthan cases. Women are treated low because they are physically weaker than the men; they are unable to match their strength What we are talking about here is not just the physical assault, but all those things that are levied upon women which torture them physically and

Helping my cousin for her holiday's homework, I accidentally created a poem about the curse of dowry. It turned out to be a nice one so I decided to put it up here. It's my first work so I don't feel embarrassed about it being kiddish.. Oh my dear father, All of my life, you have taken my care, When ever I needed you, you have always been there. Now is the time to bid goodbye to your daughter, But please don't send me away to get slaughter. The groom's family asks for the dowry that will one day become a curse, If only they never got satisfied, you will have to keep filling on their purse. And if you fail to do so oh dear father, they would either purposely kill or burn me down rather. Car, jewellery, cash call for a celebration, Human beings have lost their importance, this is beyond imagination. Please find me a family, who will love me, and who will not looking to sell their son for your money. They will always keep me happy and gay, And this will make me proudly