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Paneeeer.. Chandan said the Paneer was stir fried a bit before it was mixed with veggies and flavors, and it was the reason why the Paneer wasnt soft to chew. Well he did have a point that Pan Asian cooking doesn't have a softer Paneer to it always, but sitting there I did not wish to be the over critical food connoisseur. Sitting at that beautiful restaurant named Sky Lounge in Bangalore what I knew was that my next task as a food lover was to explore the greatest of Paneers in Mumbai. So, with all my tummy might I have been sniffing around Paneers to find those handful of gourmand dishes.  Although, I am still not done with finding more Paneer dishes, here are some of the ones which I liked- Paneer Lifafa, The Ziya - The service and presentation at this place is undoubtedly top notch, but the paneer lifafa is filled with immense Paneer love. Served with rice and Dal Makhani, it does give you a resounding vegetarian fill up! I would want to eat this up more often!

This one I wrote with a dream to write as many poems as I could, and with a thought that nothing is more important than the things happening in the present. Past present future Glimpse of the past was making Me walk so fast, The cry from the past was making me agonizingly aghast, More oblivious i wanted to be,the more delirious i ended up being, Present tried to knock the door and state that there was so much more in store, I was trying to find my way, past was drifting  me away with dismay, Beam of the future too then came with a euphony, expecting me to ignore the melancholy, Present was so pleasant,future too was ought to nurture, Past i did run away from at last, hoping for a life that would last, In the past of the future was dreaming to have a present poised to be a teacher....

Just as we were eating the four cheese pasta at the roof top Italian restaurant Don Giovanni , the jubilant Mr. Max was busy narrating his two decade experience in Pondicherry. To our shock, the different types of cheese in the Pasta were made within the restaurant and one of the cheese  was called in from the blissful Auroville. Every thing that we ate that day- Focaccia, Gnocchi, Pasta and Pizza were part of one of the best Italian meals that I have ever had with everything from the bread, cheese and the sauce being made in house. The Pondy escapade which was meant to be a jovial and neat bachelor's trip, turned out to be a trip of exotic food, delightful walks, rampant dance, cheesy talks and joyous gyration. It all began on day one when I was mesmerized by the beauty of the eastern coast road from Chennai to Pondy. The moment we arrived at our hotel The Promenade, the glee on the face just got brighter as I saw coconut trees right across the street, with clean water and

Blissful Boulevard The day had begun to end with darkness all around the room. By now we knew that this night we would have no ray of electricity to help us light our rooms. Although this place had already lightened our deepest inner senses. This time the darkness brought an emphatic glow of bewilderment. The merriment in that wooden cottage was one that we would remember forever. We had to wake up early morning around 4 am to depart for Chandigarh to catch an evening flight for Mumbai, but the mind was startled at the idea of moving away from this gleeful utopia and moving on to the insipid dystopia of a metro.  As I was stashing up all my belongings into my bag, the last two days flashed coherently before my eyes. Maybe something tried to stop me from leaving but as always, the sudden drift to a reality of dire straits is what happens to us. Raju's Cottage was not just mirthful or limpid, it was a joyous transcendence to the real world where we belong. It was a wond

One of my favorite poems that I have written. I think this one deserves a place on this blog. It would be overtly philosophical but sometimes the mind just cannot think on the first base :) Light and Dark A midst the darkness of the bright night, I stood still with my thought and might, There was an inner will which emitted the glow, It wasn't the night where the inner strength would blow, The stars hinted towards how far the dreams were, The clouds pointed that they would never again be blur, Eyes twinkled to emit the ray of start, Mind warned it to be the beginning of the wrath, Hands lay folded waiting for the next journey to ensue, Legs grumbled being cynical enough to pursue, With the glitter in the soul I started the march, Heart rumbled with joy within the inner arch, It was time to see that silhouette of light in the dark, And was the time to coronate the spark.

  I fell down with both feet pointing in opposite direction and the ski pole stuck right in front of me, and the shoes made it immensely difficult to pull the body stuck in snow on a mildly inclined slope. It was a newbies attempt to pull out a skiing trick which failed indeed, but the instructor somehow managed time out of his busy sight to pull me back again and the sight around me made me realise that I had come a long and majestic way to enjoy the slippery maze. The world around was snowy, it was surreal white with sun shining brighter than ever and the place in picture was Auli. Lot of people around me and around the  country have often made a swift beeline to international destinations and even destinations in the north in search of that exuberant view and an emotional epiphany that could change the ploy of life. In this quest often, simple and exemplary destinations would go unnoticed. One such destination lies in the mountains of Uttarakhand, few miles away from the holy H