depression- cure, symptoms, and coping

We all had a friend who used to stay aloof, do not talk much and has severe mood swings, at one time in our life. As we grow old, during our high school and graduation, we have seen classmates who are sad and lost interest in life, feeling empty and hopeless. Some like me might have experienced it in varying shades and degrees themselves. The recent deaths of Pratyusha Banerjee and Jiah Khan has brought the light back to the uncomfortable question of extreme pressure to perform, not able to handle, either-failure or success.
Sadness and disappointments in life and going through rough phase is normal, but if the phase continues for long, it is called as depression. Although the real depression is much more then sadness and emptiness, the symptoms of major depression include loss of appetite, tiredness, addiction to alcohol and stuff, most importantly lost of interest from life and things you once used to enjoy. There are some clear signs of someone struggling from life and depression.
7 SIGNS OF DEPRESSION:
• The person cannot concentrate at work and personal life, gets irritated at small things, restless and even violent during any argument
• Loss of interest from all things the person liked, most important of it socializing.
• The feeling of worthlessness and aimlessness, is one of the most easily visible symptom, where person cut from all near and dear ones.
• Loss of appetite and weight, and interest of grooming specifically in females can be seen, while others may start over eating to the extreme.
• The person feels he is responsible for every wrong happening in his life or anyone connected to him.
• Suicidal thoughts and attempts to end life in cases of persistent and long term depression.
• Fear of bringing disrepute and ill name to family and its legacy in society by his/her past action or unethical act.

The last point can trigger suicide even before a person fall into depression, as he tries to end life in the heat of the moment.

The only way of bringing someone out of depression is being with the person, and providing him unconditional emotional support as he is weak in the head, and depression is all in mind. The friends of the person should interact with him more and should not leave him in the middle of road, because of his changed behavior and extreme mood swings. People with suicidal tendencies talk about harming themselves, calling friends and relatives to say goodbye, giving away their expensive stuff to friends and cousins.

Loneliness and lack of support from family and peers is one of the most important causes of depression, although depression because of financial stress, substance abuse and relationship problems can best be treated by medical and psychological experts. Parents have to detect the symptoms and causes by observing the pattern and should not force anyone to go to a psychologist as it may lead person to start avoiding such people. Friends and family should indulge the person, make him know that how much they appreciate the patient and their mere existence make them happy.

WHAT IF YOU ARE SUFFERING FROM DEPRESSION?

I can answer this question well, because I have seen people close to me in clinical depression, maniac depression also known as bipolar depression, in which person is over-happy for a week and extremely depressed in the next.
I, myself to an extent have gone through some minor depression for a month or two, 3 years back and can say it with confidence, there is always a door to come out of it.

The only thing one has to learn is if you have more than 2 of the above mentioned symptoms for more than a month, you probably are in early stages of depression. As causes of depression are different, so are the cure. What works for one person to get out of it may not work for other. The best approach is to change the lifestyle, confide in someone you trust, and don’t leave yourself alone as isolation may fuel depression. If it is severe, there is nothing wrong in getting medical help. Therapy and antidepressant, along with counseling can work wonders, and fastens the process of recovery. Manage your emotions and stress well, understand the basic fact that – the only constant in life is change. Remember what P.B. Shelly said–“ If winter comes, can spring be far behind?”

Try to read motivational books and look at people who have suffered and fought and came out glorious. Remember what legends have said to inspire us to bear the pain.
A pearl is a beautiful thing that is produced by an injured life. It is the tear from the injury of the oyster. The treasure of our being in this world is also produced by an injured life. If we had not been wounded, if we had not been injured, then we will not produce the pearl.”– Stephen Hoeller.

DEPRESSION BY STATSTICS:

• Depression affects 121 million people worldwide. Severe depression can lead to suicides and is responsible for 8.5 million deaths every year.

• 80 percent of people who have clinical depression are not taking any specific treatment to cure it.

• The number of patients with depression increases by 20 percent every year.

• Depression is most probable in age group of 42 – 64 years. Overall women are twice more prone to depression then men.

• In India, as per a survey in 2011, 36 percent of the population suffers from depression.

Before taking the extreme step, think about those who are alive just to see you smile. Don’t take their purpose of life away from them.

If Pratyusha, would have thought of her million fans who loved her unconditionally. If she would have confided in her parents or friends, and have stood against her abusive live in partner, without thinking about how society will judge her, for having 3 consecutive failed relationships; she would have been alive today.

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Explored the traveler in me few years back. This blog is for all those who want to get a true experience and want to get an idea of what the vibe of a place is… what should not be missed. I am one of those who do not travel on tight budget, so those who love a bit of luxury, and some holiday pampering – watch this space for more

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the destiny played it that way…

In the city of Ellen, in a small town called Pelton, which is on the banks of the great river Seanne, lived a woman named Debra. Being farmers, her family was wealthy, but not among the richest in area. It was the harvest season, and Barley had to be cultivated, from the farms. The wholesalers and traders from Ellen would be arriving in just a few weeks, carrying gold and goods. They would exchange what they carried for the Barley, and marigolds that the farmers grew.

 

But Debra was not to be found in the fields. She wasn’t working. Instead, she was sitting by the banks of the river.

 

‘I am sick of this!’ she said loudly. For so many years, she had given them all she had, and in return, what she expected was not much, at least according to her. As the sun shined to its full glory, she relived all the memories in her mind, while her heart missed a beat in nostalgia. She thought of all the times when she supported him, emotionally and sometimes financially, and in every possible way she could have, standing by him, even when the certain section of people raised their voice against the freedom she enjoyed for a woman. A tear slowly flowed from her left eye and fall on the soil, as she felt the strange pain in her heart. As the cool breeze passed through her long hair, she seemed lost in her thought, thinking about how her life would change in a few days if she didn’t do anything to stop it, but how she would be able to break the promise given by him to someone she respected so much as an individual.

 

On the crossroads of her life, Debra had reached at a stage where her decision would change the course of her life. On one end, was her father who had given her every happiness she had ever desired, even if it was beyond his capability and his reach, for all those years. The entire town had seen that how he worshipped her like a goddess. On other end was a friend John, who had comforted her in saddest and most depressed times of her life. He was the one who she trusted blindly, to an extent that if her life is at stake, and she had to choose between her father’s and John’s advice, she would have chosen latter

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Debra could not blame her father, Richard, who unknowing of the fact that how much she loved John, accepted the marriage proposal sent by his family for the younger sister of her, named Linda. Neither can she blame John as her feelings of love for him were not mutual. He had always considered her a friend and a confidante. It wasn’t that he instead had feelings for Linda, but his interest in music and literature corresponded with the younger daughter more.

 

Moreover, being a regular visitor at Debra’s home, he became an important part of the family trusted by each member. He was the one who got Debra out of the world of sadness and silence when her mother died almost a decade back. She was hardly 13 years at that time, and lost interest in life, after she passed away. It was John who stood by him when everyone suggested Richard to take her to a physiatrist, or a magician to ward off the evil spirit they believed had possessed her. John gave her all the support and courage she needed to get out of it.

 

As the destiny had planned it, she wasn’t in the Pelton, when the proposal came, and got accepted in matter of few hours as John’s parents visited Richards home. Debra’s father thought of the proposal as an opportunity to get Elizabeth married as she had crossed 34, and the relatives were questioning his intention to not getting her elder daughter married. Elizabeth was equally adorable to Richard as Debra was, but he never wanted to get her married in haste just to lighten up his burden and because the society was desperate, to see her married. Lack of suitable grooms was the only reason as Elizabeth was beautiful and well versed with Vedas and master in playing Sarang and sings like she was blessed by goddess of voice

 

Debra knew she had to stood up for herself, without thinking about the consequences. She had become a strong woman after her mother’s death. The only thing that stopped her to go ahead and hinder her sister’s marriage was that she was not sure about the results. It’s not that she worried about, what the world would say, but, what Richard would do in such a scenario. She knew after knowing him for so many years that he did not like confrontations and do not have the guts to go against his parents. She also knew, deep down in her heart that he did not loved her, they may have wandered through the streets of Ellen, hand in hand but over the years her infatuation for him had increased manifold. He had explained her many times that he may be there for her, in all the difficult times but they can never lead a happy life because of such different nature and clashes in personality.

 

Debra unlike John was a free bird, who had fled high in sky, because of the love and support of her father. She had been spoiled by her father so much so that, she has become more demanding as an individual and more self-centred in the process, she believed that a person should go to any length to get what one want, otherwise the life is a waste. Over the time she had proved her beliefs quite often. Ruining her sister’s doll as she once denied sharing it with her in childhood, to threatening a young girl, who became good friends with John in teenage were few examples of her mood swings and desperation to get what she wants.

 

Thinking and Wondering what she should do before it is too late, the hours passed, and the sun descends to set down in the river, misty air passing through her. She felt heavy with emotions and unable to get up from the huge stone she was sitting on. With each step she took towards her home, the pain increased, and she felt helpless. She wanted to die but she is not that weak hearted to take such a step, neither had the time arrived yet to put down her weapons.

 

As the night passed slowly, each second passes like a year, sleep which was so dear to her, had become her enemy, She thought about the time left in Elizabeth’s marriage, just eleven days left, preparations were going on. She was least interested in getting new things and was thinking of future, which made her crumble in bed. She cannot live with such regret for all her life and planned to tell her father everything about her feelings for her to-be brother in law. She was missing the courage she had, whenever she revolted to get all those small things, be it toys, dresses or jewels her father can’t afford, to get it even if that means not having a meal for three consecutive days. But this time it was different, she knew it would not be easy, and it will a final nail in the coffin in the two sisters relationship.

 

Four days passed after that night, each day the burden increased as the wedding day come closer, finally a week before marriage, she got the courage to say it all her father, she knew it would only lead to an argument which will lead nowhere as he would not put his goodwill and respect earned in society at stake, for a relationship which is one sided.

 

Unshaken, she took her father to a open field near the house in the evening to tell what is killing her inside each day, and why she is looking so pale and not participating in preparations, and seemed so disinterested in her sisters marriage. She went ahead and told everything she could have said to justify her point, going to the extent of saying to call off the marriage or get her married to John. As she expected her father lost his control and went ahead to scold her for such an irresponsible behaviour and asked her to vow not to do anything that will bring shame to the family. She did not reply at that point in time but she knew, something must be done before it is too late.

 

Debra, who had always raised her voice to fulfil her wishes could not step back when it comes to choosing her partner for life. She decided to talk to John, and left for his town Bentham, the next day when the sun was about to rise as calling him to Pelton may lead to trouble. She reached before noon to his place, and luckily met him at the fields near his house, she thanked her stars as she did not know, what she would have said to his parents, to meet him, if she had to visit his home.

 

John was surprised but not shocked as he did not know what would come in next few minutes. She went to him, greeted and said what she had planned to say during the five-and-a-half-hour journey. ” Life would have been easier for me, if you would have agreed to marry anyone in this world apart from my sister. I have loved you secretly for so many years and tried to express my feelings so many times, but the emotions and feelings of love were one sided as you were always sure of the fact, that you will marry to whosoever your parents chose. The only thing which brings me grief is, they choose my sister, to whom you hardly had any conversation that lasted for more than 5 minutes in past 10 years. I would have somehow survived if it would have been someone else. Dying each day deep inside is not easy. John. I am saying all this now, as postponing it any further may send me back to the phase from where you have brought me back”.

 

He was shocked now, not by her words, but by the impact his marriage is making on her. He replied, It’s not that I am unaware of the fact that, you liked me all these years but I always believed it to be the feeling of debt or gratitude you have towards me, for bringing you out of that pain, but I want to tell you that this marriage is not happening because of my parents wish but your father’s request, who pleaded to my parents that Elizabeth has well passed her teen years and he is not getting any proposals, and the entire village is talking about her not being of good character, as she had a relationship 6 years back, which went sore, and the boy spread rumours about her character in entire city, which people do not believed to be true at that point because of your father’s reputation .But after that event, she still  did not get proposals for marriage for all these years, igniting the buried rumours once again.

 

After a long pause and awkward silence, he continued, I am marrying your sister not to prove those rumours wrong but because I believed in her innocence. Her past is a closed chapter, and I would respect her for who she is”.

 

Listening to all this, Debra was lost in her thoughts and she forgot all those feeling of love for him but the only feeling left was respect, she thought, born and brought up in well to do upper class society, reading those scriptures hadn’t taught her what few lines  from a lower class farmer who worked as a labourer in her father’s fields, taught her. The tears of gratitude fall from her cheeks, and realizing that it’s half past two, she took permission to leave back to Pelton and thanked him before starting her journey back home. She reaches back and felt lighter and happy that she cleared everything as she had no animosity for anyone now.ancient-city-small.jpg.480x0_q71_crop-scaleOLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

the hope at the crossroads…

Sitting at her office desk on an early winter morning, Veronica was deeply engaged in analyzing the spreadsheets. The phone rang. It was the news she never wanted to hear. It was the call from her dog’s vet. The words were chilling – “you can take the body home”. Hope was not only a dog, but a companion of 19 years. He was there, when her parents left her with the granny, when they moved to Melbourne due to their jobs. He was there when Stevey left him after college. He was wagging his tail, when she came crying after breaking up with Anish.

He moved with her when she moved her base to Vile Parle. It’s been 7 years since the startup succeeded and she shifted cities. She spent all the time at home in front of the computer with Hope, somewhere crying for attention in the background. She looked at her commitments and she felt miserable to sign a contract with a consulting giant Accenture for a year to help them in implementing some projects. The job was challenging, and she was loving it. The only problem, she doesn’t have leaves.

As she moved out of the office and sped to go the hospital, the moment she took the first left, she almost hit the dog on the street. She can’t deal with this now.

Veronica always had the love for animals, and she had a tie up with a lot of shelter homes for dogs and cats. she wanted to help them find a home, now more than ever. She decided to use the surplus profits to create a startup, a platform where the pet lovers can adopt young puppies and kittens and help them survive. The business was successful, and she started the canine lounges, where people can take their pets for pampering and bonding with other pet lovers. After all the city has no eatery/lounge which says- “dogs are allowed”. The business boomed in 3 years and was replicated by many. The startup was named – the floating hope.

Few months later, as she was getting used to the absence of a dog in the house, a door bell rang. She opened the door. It was Steven. She was shocked to see him. Its been years since she last saw him and the experience was not good. He was in a hurry and asked her to move her car aside as it was parked just behind his. Before she reacted, he noticed. There was awkward silence.

They sit to talk and remembered the time they were together a decade back. “the so-called college sweetheart.”, he laughed. “the sweetheart that never called since convocation”, she retorted back.

Steven: you know the reason very well. You were going to Boston for your masters, which you did not even bothered to tell your boyfriend, that you have applied for. I did not even feel like greeting you at convocation.

Veronica: yeah, I did not tell you because I was not going to Boston. I filled the form on a friend’s recommendation to keep it as an option, in case if my SAT doesn’t go well, I do not have to waste an year.

Steven: you don’t need to lie now. You went to Boston. Jenny told me, she saw you at the university campus there.

Veronica: for heavens sake stop it! Steve, I went there to meet my aunt for a month, and she teaches there at the university. I was back to India within a month. Was that the reason you stopped receiving my calls?

Steve: Oh my god, I can’t believe it, I always thought you want to break up, as we were fighting lately, and things were not working out.

Veronica: Doesn’t matter now, its back in the day, when we were young and naïve, we all did stupid things. So, how’s life going?

Steve: (laughingly) Nothing much, I came to know we are neighbors now, and whatever happened is forgiven now, I hope. By the way I am still single, we can start from where we left.

Veronica: (grinning) yeah, if I settle down the with the same loser, I left 10 years back, who is a real loser?

Steve: well, I am getting late, hope to see more of you, there is a lot to catch up, by the way, I moved to 25 B, a week back. I shifted to this city due to my job, seems like I am struck here for some time. Maybe you can help showing me around.

Veronica: That’s what my relatives asks me to do, whenever they visit, and I don’t like them. But sure, I will like to catch up with you.

They exchanged numbers. He left, and she got ready for work, but his thoughts did not leave her. She did not know whether it was nostalgia, or some love still left for him in her heart. It was strange. She hurried up through her office stairs and went to her desk. He is still single made her blush. Their story was the talk of the town, back in college.

They met the next weekend, the passion and the love seemed to flow freely. It did not feel like a decade, just yesterday, when they were fighting like kids in the college cafeteria, bunking classes, making out in the college lawns. After they spent the entire weekend together, they came home late at night after dinner. He asked her to come to his apartment, she agreed the very second. Sitting in the balcony, overlooking the city. They talked till late in the night and fall asleep in each other’s arms. The closeness kept increasing. It was surreal, she was happy, genuinely happy, after a long time.

There was one issue, which came randomly, during one of their romantic night outs. Steve told her, that there is someone who is more special to him and she has to share him with her. He dropped the bomb the next day after he proposed her in a fancy restaurant. The words shook the floor beneath her feet. It’s been so long, she is been living alone, during these 10 years, they were two serious relationships, which did not work out. She was not prepared for the third one. She was thinking about why she even trusted him.

Steve laughed and said – before you get a heart attack, I want you to know its my dog. I know you don’t like dogs. But she will be moving with us after we marry. Its with my mom in Delhi right now.

Veronica got her breath back and laughed hard. There could not be a better story to tell to her kids, the title of which would be- “how I met your father”

 

the devil wears PRADA

I have always made it a point to read the book, before I watch the movie. It has always been the norm for book lovers. After all, you may not like the book, but you are never disappointed that you read it, which is seldom the case with the movies made out of books.

I was a little skeptical as I had an inclination, it will be a women boss, making a life of a subordinate a living hell, and become a version of mean girls saga. Thankfully, its not. the author kept it as real as possible and you can relate, as every boss, irrespective of the gender is the same. They may wear Armani instead of Prada, but the instincts of a hunter and desperation to ruin your lives is the same. At the end, we all know a male or female version of Miranda Priestley.

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The book stays focused on the protagonist and did not go into many subplots, and yet Lauren was able to get past 350 pages, is a heads up to the fact, that she has lived the story in some form. It is very difficult to keep the reader interesting, by focusing on the lead for so long, when the girl is so plain and mundane. Hats off to her to pull the character.

In the latter half, you find it a bit monotonous and struggle to finish it, and the story becomes too predictable, and I felt sorry for Miranda, as Andrea was making too much fuss about doing a job which a million girls will die for. So what if it is a job that resembles that of a peon. A glorified peon. I find it a bit hard to believe, that she quit few days short of an year. Specifically after that cab chat , where she was more then happy to recommend her to New York editorial. You just cant get upset, over a passport.

I was relieved once I finished it. A bit disappointed, a job with perks, which pays for your travel in the most expensive hotels and your cab bills, when you cant even afford a Starbucks. But i will still buy the plot. Sometimes you focus too much on perfect ending that you may lose the plot. Looking forward to watch the movie

MY REVIEW:

PLOT 3.5/5

WRITING: 3/5

WORTH A READ: 3.5/5

thE STRANGE stoRy

Sitting at her office desk on an early winter morning, veronica was deeply engaged in analyzing the spreadsheets and the pie charts in front of her and every now and then, her brain wandered to some thought. while she was still lost in some distant thought, the phone rang. it was the news she never wanted to hear. it was the call from her dogs vet. the words were chilling  – “you can take the body home”. the words hit her harder then the bullet. jack was not only a dog, but a companion of 19 years. the only companion that was constant for all these years. she doesn’t even remember the time she did not have him.

he moved with her when she moved her base to Vile Parle, from that small office in Vasant Kunj. its been 7 years since the startup was successful and she shifted cities. she spent all the time at home in front of the computer with jack somewhere crying for attention in the background and the guilt was eating her up. she looked at her commitments and she feel miserable to sign a contract with an consulting giant accenture for a year to help them in implementing some projects. the job was hectic and challenging and she was loving it. the only problem, she doesnt have leaves.

as she moved out of the office,late in the evening, and she she sped to go the hospital to clear the bills, the moment she took the first left, she almost hit the stray cow. she cant deal with this shit now. she backed and side past the stray trying to concentrate

veronica always had the love for animals, and she had a tie up with a lot of shelter homes for dogs and cats. she wanted to help them find a home, now more then ever, as she understands what vacuum an animal can create. she decided to use the surplus profits to create a startup, and creating a platform where the pet lovers can adopt young puppies and kittens, and help them survive and find them a perfect home. the business wasDog-Picturessuccessful and she started the the canine lounges, where people can take their pets for pampering and bonding with other pet lovers. after all the city has no eatery/lounge which says dogs are allowed. the business boomed in 3 years and was replicated by many. the start up was named – the floating hope

EAVESdropped Conversations

Sometimes, you don’t even realize that you listen to so many conversations, half baked , while travelling on public transport…. some of them are so interesting that you travel two stations to get the complete story… this is one such eavesdropped conversation… no need to say, names have been changed for privacy.

 

Veronica: Hey, I have not seen you dressing like this for years, you remind me of high school and the first year at college. It’s been almost two decades since we graduated.

 

Maureen: Isn’t it great babes? Sometimes, you have to spice it back these motherfuckin a**holes start takin you for granted… and one thing once you start actin nineteen, you start feeling nineteen… I can’t tell you how liberating it feels, you fuckin bitch…gotcha what I am saying?

Veronica: (shockingly) you need to watch it, I am glad you feel young and really appreciate it, but dont you think the dress you are wearing to work are too revealing and the torned jeans are a bit too much. Some one may complain to the HR, if they find it offensive….

Maureen: Listen! You, my little miss pussy, you need to put your foot down, once in a while, those fuckin creeps will say what they have to say, they were not saints before I decked up, you know what I mean?  Trust me, honey… its amazing here….

Veronica: ofcourse! It must be great, but you know we are in our mid forties and there are certain office ethics, you know we both are in mid management levels, no longer those twenty year old interns, we have long past that road called youth. I do miss those times and I feel miserable.

Maureen: nostalgic Dont you go  through wonderful memories of our college? Those were the times, we drank, wear those plunging necklines, and crop tops and not to forget those see through tops with the bra straps coming out and visible. Going to movies wearing those hardly there shorts and those backless dresses which every straight men in the bar cant avoid noticing.

You miss those days…..dont you?

Veronica: Yes! Yes! I do… but I am not sure whether i want to visit those times or not, there is a certain time limit to every phase of life, and I am enjoying this phase as much as I did that. I have gained thirty pounds since then , and you too have got fine lines and puffy eyes and stretch marks on your belly post the birth of Alex, and you have gained quite a wait. I dont think so these clothes will look good on me now.

We certainly can try some will dress once in a while on a visit to a pub or lounge, but doing this everyday at office is a bit too much. Dont you think?

Maureen: (sympathetically) honey! I know you dont feel good in your body, since you have become fat, I know you feel horrible, but you should do what your heart says, those motherfu**ers will bitch about you no matter what you do, whether you lose forty pounds or get a boob job done, they wont be happy. I know you want it too badly, why dont you tag with me to do some shopping. I am sure you will look too yummy after the makeover… ROFL… you know what it mean right?

Veronica: (cuts her down) No.. No you are getting it wrong. I am good.. I am good..

Maureen: you should start using my face cream, and I will give you my concealer and foundation… lets get back the gone era… my fuckin little pussy…….

 

to kill a mocking bird – book reveiw

when I started it, the reason was this was a really famous book, and been a part of each and every list of books that one must read before he /she dies…. so I purchased it. I started it and felt like, all these classics have a language barrier, this is definitely, not English. Although I am a student of English literature, and have read Shakespeare and all that stuff but still it is a tough read, a book almost seven decades old…. but once you have read 40 pages or so, you are able to understand and get along the protagonist vision and life.

Well, on the lines of the quote, that’s why a caged bird sings.. it is a well written book, and not for a  second, you will feel, its written by an adult. Trust me! it is a worth a read, and the end you will cry, and that will be cathartic.

The life in a small town, the non existing ghost in the neighborhood, the father daughter relation, and the brother sister fights are beyond authentic, and amazingly woven around , what a small girl thinks about what is happening in the family, what are the reasons, according to her, and what is happening all around. The winters are cold and the teachers are harsh at school.

Like they say, – you can kill all the jays you want, but it is a sin to kill a mocking bird. The drama unfolds, and you feel the kid, which knows nothing of what happened that night…

 

My Rating – 4.5/5ToKillAMockingbird

Farzi cafe – chic and urban

Although the name is quite contrary to what you will experience at this place. Farzi is generally defined as a cheap intimation of something great. May be the owner used it to grab eyeballs. Lets move to the my experience and review.

the lounge has that chic and urban feel, it is located just below the junkyard cafe, and next to townhouse cafe – those who are regular visitors to lounges in CP.

The decor is chic and well done. they have those different corners and spaces for different sized groups that visit the place, which i find interesting. For example, for couples, they have tables just in front of live performance stage, for double dates – they have seating at the back, for larger groups  – they have those faux leather sofas with seating of 12 – 15 people with a windows giving  a view of the street.

I went on a casual date, and ditched my go to place – Warehouse Cafe and tried this as suggested by a friend. I was not disappointed. The staff was courteous and well organised.

For starters, I ordered a cocktail for the lady and a beer for me. they dont have my usual tuborg but gave options to try something new, which I liked. to a usual NO.

Then we ordered the regular Indian stuff like paneer tikka, with some exotic sauce, it was good but not great. The next dish – chicken tikka, again average – it seemed they cooked it in the morning and just served it after warming in microwave.

The lounge played some good music with great beats , thank god, nothing bollywood, otherwise i would not have written the review.

There is a lot of fusion in food and presentation is amazing, but I cant say the same about the taste. Some of the dishes do not even match with the names. for example- There is pav bhaji listed as ‘Ratatouille bhaji with maska focaccia’ on the menu! You cant judge what it is unless you ask. although its signature dal chawal aranchini was amazing. prawns were good marinated with tandoori sauce and were crispy. the mains included farzified chicken, it was again a fusion, which seemed more on continental sized but worth the money.

for the dessert, we listened to the waiter and ordered dirt pie and Ras Malai. the desert was perfect. they added hot chocolate in front of me.  before bringing the bill, they served us with cotton candy Paan. It was amazing……

The staff was friendly, courteous and well behaved. A quick note: the prices are high, definitely not pocket friend. Go to impress your GF/BF.

My rating:

DECOR :     4/5

FOOD:  3.5/5

SERVICE: 4/5

 

 

 

the dance Of Democracy

How much power crazy and desperate a political party can get has to be checked on a craziness meter which has the highest standard set as BJP. The recent result of Karnataka has left many people stunned by the performance of the party down South, but what left the people gasping for breath is the desperation to form government without having the numbers.

The horsetrading is not something new in the political circles around the world, but this is an another episode. They just ignored the precedence  and conventions and went ahead writing letters to the governor and tweeting about the swearing in. One must remember, whether they form government by this dirty tricks, buying MLA’s and what not, people will not forget what they have done to win elections. It is shocking that irrespective of not fulfilling the promises made 4 years back, people are still giving them chances, but there is a limit to patience. The stupidities will haunt them in future and the house of cards will fall flat when the winds of uncertainty loom in the next general elections.

The late night session by SC was not something unusual but its refusal to stop swearing in is questionable, giving the logic of governor being in purview of its right to conduct oath taking. The desperation of the governor to call BJP lies in the loyalties he had for the party and the PM, but sacrificing constitution to highlight your bromance you share since Gujrat days is disgusting beyond words. Offering 15 days to prove majority is another wrong precedence he has set.

Its fine to lie during election campaigns and say that Nehru never visited Bhagat Singh in jail, but stooping this low for power is unacceptable by even those who do not have standards. The power is not forever, and the chair has no loyalties and attachments, remember that….. Mr PM.

 

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The journey of pain

With all the pain,

the humiliation deep inside..

I kept going….

With all the broken desires, messed up life..

I kept going…

 

Until a day

I choked up to my lungs, and it seems,

instead of blood in my veins,

It was all tears that flowed inside, tearing me apart…

 

I cried beneath the pillows

behind closed doors..

While the world sleeps, and the hands of clock kept moving

while the time stood still….

I was passing to the oblivion like an aging star….

 

With all my secrets,

which i took to my grave…

None talked, None shared…..

 

With the end coming near, I thought with all my might

Did i ever lived??

As my soul departed to space

I

finally rest my case…