Some pics speak more than words...or maybe its just the words..heheh.

Of momos, mousse and everything in between..

Food has always been the comfort factor for me. Theres no denial to the fact that good food always seems to lift low spirits. But as of everyone, i too have some absolutes which i feel must be mentioned in my blog.So here are some of my all timers, the food i can count on to make me "happy", no matter what!

The sweets:

Never been a fan of indian traditional ghee laden sweets {no offence to those who like it k..} , my version of sweet means something of the following order:

Mousse: Though chocolate is always on the menu, my mom recently made the mock-lemon version, for which i have developed an addiction .

Cheesecakes: Although really calorie giving the kiwi one at Dorabjee can make any blue dissapear.

Chocolate brownies with or w/o vanilla icecream: Best ones:mom-made, ranking close are the german bakery ones, followed by Barista.

Chocolate-walnut cake: i sincerely prefer the sinful cake-n-counter ones~to the rest.



Moving to my other favs:

Momos, dimsums, wantons, dumplings: These tibetian-chinese-cantonese-thai innovations, served steaming hot , in the monsoons~yumm. Full of flavour for those who have developed a taste for these goodies, they are my abso-favs, if thats a word.

Pav-bhaji, wada pav, marzo/sub-sandwiches, and SPDP{kalyan/murlibhaiya}: Cant do without these junk ofcourse.

Idliwadadosa sambar:Udipi foods are the delightful sunday breakfast.

okay...ill stop here for i can go on rambling about everything i love to eat.
The intention for this post was that i totally feel that the food one eats can affect/influnce one's mood for good.

And yes, im a total foodie!heheh!

Good night and God bless..

He comes tired from his graveyard shift, makes himself an instant cappuchino, and sits on his favorite recliner where his laptop is on his lap. He stares into a new world, right there in front of him and starts with greeting people "good morning".He later checks his 5 email accounts, just forward crap from his friends.But tonight, hes got a lot on his mind. He has a blog to write. Oh...what shall he pen today? His day was pretty unadventurous to mention. Should he write about his girlfriend's dilemma while choosing the right shoes? Or should he describe his boss's indifference towards his work? Or maybe pen his growing contempt towards the "thespian"world? He chooses his topic with care, affection and as an outlet for his despair.

Ahh...that must have felt nice!
Its late now, time for bed and to log off the net. He does it with a little smiled curved on his face. And then he sleeps. Resting, resting and then finally, he passes into another world without even registering the fact that the pain was radiating from his heart. Tomorrow, his wife will find him on the sofa. Not alive. But when the funeral is over and everyone who knew him go back to living without him, the ones who really cared are left feeling sad. But there is hope. There is a message waiting for them to read, written by his own words, on the night before he passed on.

So all i must say is : God bless this blogging generation!