Behind me-dips eternity!!

Life is always good when you have happy hours. There is a proverb also "Happy hours flies fast" Still we always cherish for those fast happy hours. Because it's only happiness that increases your confidence, nourishes your desire and makes you hungry to be happy. And yes, happiness or happy hour comes without notification and so suddenly that sometimes we really get puzzled about that real happenings. We celebrated Nikita's birthday today. Nikita- my lovey dovey friend , my best buddy. Me, Nikita and Zinia. Friendship is us, I believe. We are different as existence but so much alike. Responsible, trustworthy and of course reliable. So what happened was, it was our exam day and  fortunately (for us obviously ) and we were all tensed how would it go but in between that we were wishing her happy birthday and hugging her and remembering the previous one. Well, we all nailed it and was making fun, emotionally blackmailing her like "Dosto, won't you give us a tre

I guess, no one  well may be 99.99% people do not remember university life or their pre-graduation life as a life of studying. Rather they remember it for the friends they have made, for the moments, they shared and for the experiences they gradually gathered while studying.In my life too, this phase is the most amazing part. What I did after getting admission here is- Surfing. I explored my new institution. It was our target to explore A-to-Z but our university is such a long  area that within a day covering the whole area is totally impossible. We were seven in number. From that day, a beautiful journey began. And it's going on.. It is still beautiful.

While I was writing about my connection with food, I just realized how boring it is to read or write on one topic again and again. Really! I myself get bored. So I thought, as I have got motivation, which was the most necessary thing, now I  should write about other things too.. Something that will be only for my satisfaction and also something informative, catchy and interesting. It's so good to write. It's so lovely thing to share feelings. 

Okay last time I said how my love for cooking and food got an introduction and today I will share an extended version of that way. Well, when we go ahead to nurture our hobbies, its not that easy to be successful all the time. Like, when i made my first dish, it was surprisingly perfect later on I was not perfect all the time. It is really difficult for a learner to get perfection on the first try. And every new dish is itself a new learning concept. New recipe means new experience. One must be careful while learning a new recipe. What happened in my case is, when my first dish got okay, I thought "Yes, I can deal with it" but when I went for making a new one realization happened. As I was as much careless about my second learning as careful about the first one. So what happened? It was a disaster. No salt, much spicy and under cooked. And I felt very bad. This is when I realized that success and failure both are necessary to go ahead. If I wasn't successful at the b

Okay, as I said that food or cooking is the only thing that inspire me to write so I should say how this thing got hooked into my head. It is actually a memory for me. May be I was only ten or eleven when for the first time I started to help my mom in organizing and sorting things out. Like wiping away the dust, rearranging the books in the shelf and so on. I was doing the same that day and suddenly found a book, which is a gift, on cooking. Yes, its recipe book. On its cover something was written in two lines-- "to you from me on our first anniversary just to make special dishes on this special occasion". And guess who gifted it to whom?  Papa to  mom. That's so sweet. And this is how the seed was sowed. But it took time to give it a start, which should be called a real start. I can remember after getting the book, everyday i used to select a dish and asked mom whether she knew how to cook and when would she make. Ah, this journey was really cherished one.   I us