Tushar Mangl

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...

I am just Seventeen. An adolescent. I do not wish to grow up faster and be an adult. My parents do!! My teachers want me to grow up even faster, finish my studies and earn for myself. My parents want me to be successful. Every parent wants that for the child. My elder brother wants me to be a better human being than him. My friends want me to accompany them in every other get-together! My boyfriend wants me to call him everyday and spend more time with him. What do I want?? What are my expectations from myself?? Do I exist only to live for people who care about me?? As I logged in to my dashboard, I was clear, I had to post in Jagruti. But what I'm going to write about was still doubtful!! So I played some songs, sipped through my flavored hot milk and recalled whatever I did at school today!! I am not any other adolescent trying to prove her point in a public forum, that teenagers are not understood by anyone. Well, I disagree with that. My mom understands me, so does my brothe...

Code to Zero is a wonderful book by Ken follet. Certainly a nice read. With lot of action, suspense, betrayal and all. This is a combination of everything. Though the story is based around the CIA spy work and the story time is during the early days of cold war, it has almost all the necessities to grab a reader's attention. And till the end, we will feel the thrill of a real spy story. Though it's a fiction work, there are striking resemblances with the real world.

Such is providence. It shockingly surprises me that I should pursue another one of the Bronte sisters for the sake of a pleasurable read, and Jane Eyre is not only that. Charlotte Bronte, the eldest of the Bronte sisters has glorified up the whole text through her undying feminist perspectives and brilliant phrasing. The beginning of Jane Eyre may seem rather hazy and mundane, but as the multidimensional story progresses, readers cant afford to place it down, even if it is for a mediocre cause of curiosity. The book, portrays the sketchy life a young girl Jane who in her early years is ostracized from her aunt's family, but is forced to be plagued by them, for none share the blood of her her ancestors than them. The aunt feels that Jane is a cumbersome, contemptuous, boorish, rude and selfish brat who speaks like a grown lady. Though it seems like a cliched plot, Bronte denies any opportunity for the reader to predict what can transpire. The intricately, or rather gruesomely d...

She was a beautiful girl, probably the most beautiful girl I ever met. She was a gem of a person. There are some people who always carve themselves in your hearts, she was one of them. Drishti...a beautiful name given by her mother. She had hazel eyes...and a vision to see everyone being loved. She was this crazy girl who never spared a moment to enjoy her life to the fullest. Her credo in life was, "Live your life to the fullest, you don't know when you'll die!!" It all seemed so vague. So out of this world, that I always smiled at her belief. I called her the vibrant end of the rainbow. Not because she was my best friend, but she was just like that. Always smiling, always joking and dancing around. She, to a lot of extent, taught me to be stronger each day. She lost her mom when she was fourteen. Her dad remarried. The stepmom made her life hell. She came back to India, lived here for a year and went back to London. Her life was not easy. Living in one of the most e...

Well, since this is the first post of the blog, I thought of starting it up with a starter only. Its healthy, delicious and jhatpat too. Here I present my very well popular and yumm.. Winter Delight Veggie Stew Serves 2 Ingredients: 1 cup cabbage (finely shred); 1 capsicum (finely shred); 2-4 french beans (shred); 2-4 mushrooms(finely chopped, stem removed) - optional; 2 cups water; 2 teaspoons cornflour; 1 tspoon butter; 1 tspoon ginger garlic paste; Salt to taste; Black pepper to taste; few drops of soy sauce; a little chili to taste; coriander leaves for garnishing Method: 1. Take a pan, melt the butter and saute the ginger garlic paste for few se conds. 2. Add mushrooms, saute till brown 3. Add the veggies, saute for less than a minute 4. Add water 5. Dissolve the cornflour in cold water and add it to the pan 6. Now add salt and pepper and bring the water to boil. 7. Add the soy sauce and the chili sauce and put the flame off. 8. Garnishing with coriander leaves and shred cheese ...

Firstly APologies APologies And More Apologies for not updating this blog with the latest happenings. Ga uri has awarded me with the "Free Spirited and Independent" Blogger award but in Hindi (" Unmukt and azad blog award") And am very very thankful to her for the honor bestowed. But the real surprise was an aw ard by pankhuri which is for creativity. Thank you sweets for this sweet award. These awards dedicated to all the people who read my blogs and have always stood by them. Thankies to all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Gentlemen and Ladies and bald headed babies ; I've come before you To stand behind you. I've go to tell you something About which I know nothing. This is about a Gent's meeting Which is for Ladies only. Admission is free but please pay at the door take a Chair and sit on the floor And this is how I begin my upside down story. One sunny day at night Two dead boys began to fight They picked up their swords and shot each other. two deaf and dumb girls heard the noise And shouted "Murder!Murder!" A deaf policeman heard the noise And shot the two dead boys! If you don't believe my lies are true You can ask the blind man ; He saw it too!! _______________________________________ Hey there everyone! Well, this is my way of Welcoming you to this blog...! Just speak out your mind here...No matter how much of nonsense you write... "Just Vent It Out!" :)

We are the biggest democracy in the world with numerous (i'm not sure if its the most in the world) number of languages and dialects. With extremely varying cultures existing in every corner of the country. I think its time to remind everybody of the TRUE spirit of India. "Unity in Diversity"

Jaago Bharat Jaago..... We are not worried about people who came through BOAT We are worried about people who came through VOTE.... LETTER TO PRIMEMINISTER Dear Mr. Prime minister, I am a typical mouse from Mumbai. In the local train compartment which has capacity of 100 persons, I travel with 500 more mouse. Mouse at least squeak but we don't even do that. Today I heard your speech. In which you said 'NO BODY WOULD BE SPARED'. I would like to remind you that fourteen years has passed since serial bomb blast in Mumbai took place. Dawood was the main conspirator. Till today he is not caught. All our bolywood actors, our builders, our Gutka king meets him but your Government can not catch him. Reason is simple; all your ministers are hand in glove with him. If any attempt is made to catch him everybody will be exposed. Your statement 'NOBODY WOULD BE SPARED' is nothing but a cruel joke on this unfortuna...