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  • The story behind the big fat bong wedding…

    I am no Chetan Bhagat and my story is not two states. Same state, two fat bongs but interesting.

    P.S: Chetan Bhagat is trash by the way.

    I was almost obsessively preoccupied with the idea that there is someone who could see you—the real you—and love you unconditionally. I wrote pages and pages filled with descriptions of my loneliness, my longing, and my daydreams of the person who would cure me of everything just by loving me. (Those pages do not exist. I wrote them and tore it off. Wrote it only to get things out of my head.) Falling in love, though, is much harder in practice than in theory.

    And then I grew up.

    How often do you find yourself with people who believe in you and support you in all ways they can? Not very often, right? So when I met this guy, Rohan or, as you guys might know him, puch/puchu/boo ( as I call him with all the love ), three years ago I had no idea we would come this far. So I wanted to dedicate this one story just for this sweet little child (pun not intended) I have in my life.

    We are each other’s sidekicks when it comes to trying effed up things, this man is always up for any crazy shit that I wanna do. So as weird as I could get, and as I drunk I could get that particular day of October 2015, I met him, at my brother’s place. Now the weird part here is that he is my brother’s friend for the past 6 years back then and I never heard his name. So on this particular day of October and also it was Pujo, I met Rohan. I was sitting on the bed, enjoying a nice glass of monk and Bam! Sir enters. My first reaction: He is cute. And then my so-called ego hormone kicks in and I did nothing about him being cute. The night starts with usual drinks and he seemed to have a remote interest in the music that I was playing. Tell my brother – Bhai, kishob challache! ( I was playing I live my life for you by Firehouse that time). We did talk, indirectly, of course.

    Well the after a few drinks and the night staying alive, we started talking and gaining a little interest in each other. I will simply jump on the next day without elaborating that night in which my brother got freakishly possessive about me being close to Rohan.

    The next day started with a small talk about exchanging last night’s pictures of the party and that conversation took a friendly and funny turn and lasted for hours. So much so that my cell phone became a landline as it was constantly put for charge and I was chatting.  Cutting it short, we spoke about anything and everything. And somewhere it felt right. So right that we went for a movie and dinner date the next day. I created some sort of random story to lie to my parents and went out with him. The humor here was that our first movie together was Pyaar ka Punchnama 2. What a kickstart to a new relationship! It ended with a nice dinner wherein he took me out to one of nicest restaurants in town. The following days after the date ended up in more talks and my thoughts becoming stronger and firmer and all the more concrete. I was never so sure about a guy.

    However, our last meeting before I left for Delhi took a rough turn and things ended abruptly and I left for Delhi. The kid inside me obviously blocked him on ALL social media platforms. The next day after I boarded my flight, I unblocked him and there was a text from him in less than a microsecond! Nothing major, just ‘have a safe flight’ which bought a happy-sad smile on my face.

    The same night I was back in Delhi, in my room and was binge watching. We started talking again. And this time for good, I guess. After all the last day drama in Kolkata and things having a rough patch, he asked me out, drunk.  I did not believe him, obviously. The same thing happened the immediate next day and I finally gave in. And therefore, it started. My long-distance relationship from day 1 which ended up in this current, crazy roller coaster ride which is full of terrible ups and downs, happiness, and absolute madness. Those long-distance months were, of course, difficult but it sure made us strong. There were times when he ended up fighting so bad that things were about to end. But somehow or something kept us attached. After all that has happened, I believe whatever takes place in your place, actually happens for good.

    I lost my innocence to him in a good way. I lost myself to him.

    Whole lotta love,

    Wildchild

  • Procrastination? May be not.

    Writing after a long time. AGAIN.

    I have come a long way….a really long way. I cannot even count the number of times I fell down, terribly but somehow and brick by brick I built myself again.

    I don’t know if I am capable to do that anymore or rather if I have the strength to do that. But of course, I’m sure I’ll fall a couple more times to reach a level which I have my eyes on and complete a goal that I dreamt of. However, there are certain things which I am not able to figure out. I am about to turn 26 and I am still adulting. I guess we adult until the end of our lives. Adulting doesn’t stop. Learning doesn’t stop. Sometimes, baby steps lead us to our destination. Every day is a fucking new lesson. You will learn something new every day.

    At work, I am dealing with people I will never be friends with. I presume that is not wrong or preposterous. You cannot be friends with everyone. The reason why some of them are ‘work people’. I wish I could change this stupid thought of mine. Also, it’s stupid in my case because I have seen people becoming best friends at work. I have a couple of few ex-colleagues who are actually my good friends.  But it stopped there. Best friend story ain’t happening for me bruh.

    See, how I deviate from topics? That is why I am still f’ing adulting. And in some weird part of my brain which has started to rust with age since I use it less, I cannot accept the fact that I have GROWN UP and I will be adulting a little every day. Should’ve understood this the day I got married. But naah, I chose to stay aloof and dumb.

    The other day I was watching this movie called ‘Limitless’ and trust me I went bonkers to think about the concept. Wouldn’t it be great if we can actually use our brain 100% and literally bring revolution to our lives and kick some asses hard? (Grins)

    There are certain aspects and scenarios in our lives which actually pushes our brain to understand real life and accordingly but somehow we always choose to stay aloof and act dumb and behave in a way which we think is great but actually, our brain laughs at us saying, “Boss, you’re so stupid. This ain’t the right thing.”

    I have no idea what triggered me to write this crap. But whatever, I enjoyed.

    -Whole lotta love

    Wildchild

  • Tales of Pujo – Shada kashful and cotton like clouds with a hint of Darjeeling

    Tales of Pujo – Shada kashful and cotton like clouds with a hint of Darjeeling

    “We are now in the mountains and they are in us, kindling enthusiasm, making every nerve quiver, filling every pore and cell of us.” Whoever wrote this knows the beauty and the feel good factor about the mountains. Also, let me warn you guys, this article obviously is about my love for mountains but then this has the not so hidden emotions of Pujo. There is a high chance of my writing going haywire between mountains and Pujo.

    Sipping a cup of hot coffee, munching the delectable pork breakfast platter with Kanchenjunga in front is a view to die for. All these makes Darjeeling a very special place for me.

    If only I could back pack and run away to those incredible mountains. They keep calling me you know. Those white, silent (appears to be silent), and huge mountains who I feel has their own story. I am almost tripping I suppose. Basically, a week trip. Four days of Pujo and rest of the three days to Darjeeling. Oh, how I crave for it now.

    Now for a Bengali, Pujo is all together a next level sentiment. If you are a Bong and away from home, with less than a month left for Pujo and you are slogging at office, mood off hona banta hai boss. This feeling is like a reflex action. And to top it all, when the chicken maggi and pork momos of Darjeeling are just a few hours away from Kolkata.

    The look of shada kashful (kans grass), cotton like clouds, how terribly do I miss this here in Bangalore. Roaming all around the city for the entire night. Having some of the most amazing food from most of my favorite places. Dressed up in absolutely beautiful sarees and Pandal hopping (thakur dekhte jawa). The planning starts a month before Pujo, Shopping for all the four days which actually turns out to become a huge amount of shopping. Waking up at 4 to watch Mahalaya, that is my call. Shoshti gives you that hit, that happiness that Pujo has come and the next four days will be cherished for an entire year.

    Fasting on Ashtami morning to give Onjoli and then hoggoing Khichudi, Aaloo bhaja, Labra, Papad and Chutney. I can promise nothing in this world can give me more happiness during Pujo other than this. Roaming in Maddox Square and Park Street , all dressed up and photo ready and then having Kosha Mangsho and Luchi for dinner.

    The night ends with preparing clothes for Navami and more of Pandal Hopping. Bijoya Dashami can never be happy for any bengali. We almost have tears in our ears to see Maa go away and remember the phrase “Aashche bochor aabar hobe”.

    And before we even realize, its dashami. Dashami, however, has its own charm. Women cladded with lal paar shada saree (White saree with red border), all decked up for Sindoor Khela. Trust me, at times its better than Holi.

    You know what my alarm is during Pujo?

    Parar pujo’r dhaak’er awaj. Basically, dhak playing at a nearby Pujo. I do not want to watch to any fancy classic rock band play during Pujo (even though they’re my favorite). I love watching Fossils, Krosswindz, Lakkhichara play and let their songs touch my heart. For that matter even Bhoomi and Chandrabindoo will give me happiness.

    I want kochuri and jilepi for breakfast. Cereals are boring during Pujo. Only if I had a chance to run to Kolkata.

    No matter, where I live, my heart and soul cries for Kolkata during Pujo. I cannot. and absolutely cannot stay away from home during Pujo and it is so unfortunate that I have to.

    I don’t really know to spend those four days here. I miss home. I miss Kolkata. I miss Maa made Luchi and Shada Aloo’r torkari. Only if I had a chance, only if I had an option.

     

    -Maa Aashchen

  • Koshe Kosha- Where lyadhkhor bongs go to eat

    Koshe Kosha- Where lyadhkhor bongs go to eat

    Hey there foodies!

    On my haul to find good Bengali food in Banglore, I landed at Koshe Kosha. Koshe Kosha is a Bengali food chain which originally is from Kolkata and hasa branch in Bangalore too. Here it is in 80 feet road, 1st block, Koramangala and is open till 11 PM. The place does not have a great ambiance. However, the main attraction is a book shelf with some really good books. The exterior has some pictures of ancient Kolkata.

    This is an authentic Bengali Restaurant which is quite famous for the variety of fish served. Ilish maach (Hilsa) is their top-selling fish among the Bengalis. Koshe Kosha also has a good variety of mutton, chicken and prawn. They have one crab dish as well which is the Kankrar Jhal. Kankrar jhal is a typical bengali crab preparation which is supposedly spicy as the name suggests.

    So what we ordered are Sona Muger Dal, Bhetki Paturi, Mutton Dak Bunglow, Aloo bhaja, Plain Rice, Anarosher Chutney and Aam Pora Shorbot. No Ilish for us as neither me nor Rohan is an ilish fan.

    To begin with, Sona Muger Dal is Moong Dal tempered with Jeera and Green Peas. You can either temper in Ghee or Oil. Adding green peas is also optional. This dal goes really well with the Aloo bhaja. The Aloo bhaja I am referring to is finely chopped potato which is deep-fried and is very crispy.

    Next thing was Bhetki maccher paturi. This is Beckti fosh cooked inside a Banana leaf and steamed. I will clear the ingredients when I show you guys how to prepare it. This has a tinge of Sarso (Mustard seeds) and goes brilliantly with plain rice.

    Next up was Mutton Dak Bungalow. Dak Bungalow, sadly, is a near-forgotten culinary treasure that survives among a few remaining khansama families and Anglo-Indian households. This gravy is prepared with egg and is rich and thick and is a perfect pair with plain rice. Dak Bungalow is very well sauteed with a lot of different spices (details will be soon up as a recipe).

    The last thing was Anarosher Chutney which is highly recommended. Rohan has a sweet tooth for Chutney and when he says that a certain Chutney is good, it has to be good.

    I did not try the fish but I can blindly recommend some of them. A must try is Ilish Bhapa  or Bhape Ilish. This is one of the best Bengali fish dish and you will never regret eating it. Other good fish choice would be, Pabdar jhhal, Chitol machher muitha and Pomfret Jhal. These are all authentic Bengali dishes and should be tried for sure.

    I feel sorry for the vegetarians though (pun intended). Potol dorma is one thing they can try and they will absolutely love it. Dorma is Potol stuffed with Paneer. However, this dosh can also be prepared with chicken or mutton keema and tastes heaven! Another good try would Jhinge Aloo Posto. This dish is Jhinge cooked with potato and Posto (Poppo Seeds). This a very good dish which goes really well with Plain rice and Dal. A very simple yet tempting veg dish would be Alu Phulkopi (Cauliflower cooked with aloo and spices). Not a Shukto fan hence no recommendations. You guys can try it though. Shukto is one of the oldest and very famous Bengali dish cooked with Thankuni leaves.

    For starters, I would highly recommend Fish Kabiraji. Kabiraji is fish coated with eggs and deep-fried. This is quite heavy for a started. However, this has to be tried. Another good try in Mangsher Cutley. Mangsher Cutlet is simply Mutton Cutlet and is absolutely brilliant!

    For dessert, you can blindly order Nolen Gurer Ice Cream.  Nolen Gur is a famous jaggery from Kolkata and makes this ice cream taste like heaven. However, for the real Nolen Gurer Ice- Cream, I would recommend Pabrais. Its is an ice cream joint from Kolkata known for Nolen Gur Ice cream and Pan flavored ice cream.

    That is all about Koshe Kosha. Do try this place and let me know if you want me review any specific restaurant.

    Happy Eating! 😀

    Whole lotta love

    -WildChlild

     

     

     

  • I am allergic to a city!

    I am allergic to a city!

    Hi !

    Before I even begin writing, I need to make a warning statement.

    Offenders: You’re most welcome to criticize me/hate me/abuse me after reading this.

    This severe allergy began in 2011 post my High School when I moved to this city. However, I was told that this is a good city and has its own charm. After spending less than 6 months, I realized that I am in a wrong place. This city is not meant for me. To break the ice, I am talking about Bangalore. Very bluntly, I have never hated a place so much. I have lived in 4 cities, out of which Bangalore has been the worst. I don’t really know why am I writing about this but then again, I feel it would make me feel better.

    Anyhow, coming back to the point, I have my own strong reasons for my all my dislikes towards this city. Ever since I moved here I have had terrible things happened to me about which I am not going to write in details. People here are terrible racists, barring some exceptions. They have a problem adjusting with North Indians, or any other cast for that matter other than South Indians. I have been called opinionated, rude, arrogant and what not! Honestly, I don’t give a tiny rat’s ass about what people call me or think about me but then I have a problem with people interfering in my life unnecessarily when they don’t even know me. I was in one of the worst colleges of Bangalore (I would prefer the name to be not known) which had the most judgmental people I have ever met. I am sure a lot of you guys love this city and has not met the pathetic bunch like I did. I might sound like I am cribbing/whining which actually I may be. However, all these are just my perspectives about a place and you all can choose to ignore.

    This city has given me some of the most horrible times of my life and has kept me in pain. I moved on after two years. Moved on to Delhi which by far has given me the three best years of my life. The two long years in Bangalore were not happy or fun or even remotely positive. I did have some good times but the bad times were so much so that it greatly overpowered the good times. Two years were just in vain. My career went to a toss and I was broken. This city was breaking me brick by brick everyday till the time I decided to move on.

    There is absolutely no point in writing about something that happened 5 years ago. But destiny had the same city in store for me. Here I am in Bangalore again post my marriage. Been a year again, and trust me my perception about this city  hasn’t changed even a tad bit. The only thing that keeps me going here is Rohan, who has been through thick and thins. People here are merciless, rude, juvenile and so god damn conservative. They are possessive about their language and does not even try to learn a different one. Bangalore now being a cosmopolitan city should know or at least try to learn Hindi. I know I am whining now but I will still write. There is a critical lack of civic sense and humanity. Cab and auto drivers here are thieves in disguise. The fares are a rip off.

    Those past two years has been so terrible and that I can never like this city. And to top it all, that old curse of this city not being nice to me is still present. There is always a pit stop for me whenever I try to do something.

    I have people talk about Bombay ki baarish and Delhi ki sardi. This city has nothing to talk about except for foaming toxic lakes, cows and pigs roaming and pooping on the main road. Let’s not talk about the crazy mother-fucking traffic that this city has in store or you. I know I have to live here for god knows how long. All I wish is for things to take a little positive turn.

    I am running out of words. For those of you who read it till the end, thank you! And for people who hate me or have started hating me, you’re welcome. 😀

    I am going to come back to my old self soon and write about what I am actually good at. 🙂

    Whole lotta love

    -WildChild

     

  • When Mrs. Funnybones actually turned out to be funny!

    When Mrs. Funnybones actually turned out to be funny!

    Hi !

    I started reading this because of my immense curiosity about Indian Writers. This was a travel read and it made my travel absolutely interesting. I promise to only post a review and not the story. I don’t want to be called a spoiler and killed by avid Book Worms!

    This book, Mrs. Funnybones is by Twinkle Khanna. Let me give you all a little preview about Twinkle Khanna which I am sure quite a lot of people will already know. Twinkle Khanna is one of the most pathetic actress of the 90s. She has given India some of the most brilliant flops. However, as a regular columnist for TOI and a writer, she has done pretty well. She is unequivocal, straight-forward and an absolute to the point writer. Added to these adjectives, she is also witty and sarcastic in a weird but funny way which made this book more interesting.

    This is a small book and you can actually finish it in a day if you stop everything while reading like I do else take your time bruh! Published by Penguin India, this book is worth a read.

    This book is a very, very random book. In plain simple words, this book is all about her life (which includes her “Man of the House” and “Prodigal Son”). I love the way she has named Akshay Kumar as the “Man of the House” and her son as the “Prodigal Son”. Her mother, Dimple Kapadia has been portrayed as crazy woman. The way Twinkle Khanna has described her will not make you feel or remember that she was also a very famous actress. Reading this book was like talking to the author. She has also written about the arrest warrant that she was called for ‘unbuttoning’ her husband’s jeans on the ramp. Levis came out with their new collection and it resulted in an arrest for her. How smart the people of India are! So basically some very religious group filed a complaint against her that she ‘molested’ Akshay Kumar on stage. Ridiculous!

    Anyhow, coming back to the book, Twinkle Khanna presented her life as a very simple one and not like the so-called celebrity affair. They travel by Public Transport, go for a summer holiday and has a very disciplined lifestyle.

    She is modest enough to call herself a pathetic actress and give continuous flops. She now is an established Interior Designer and very good and ‘punny’ writer.

    All my fellow bookworm, give this book a shot and follow my blog if you think I am remotely funny.

    Till then, happy reading and do let me know if you want me reiew any particular book.

    -Whole lotta love

    WildChild

  • 12 THINGS THAT I LEARNT IN THE PAST 6 YEARS

    12 THINGS THAT I LEARNT IN THE PAST 6 YEARS

    To begin with, I must say that this is not a listicle wherein I whine about the random problems that I have faced or any free advice related to life, love, and fashion. This is all about what I have learned in the past 6 years which basically started from my college. The best way to get certain thoughts flushed out of your mind is to write about it. Anybody who thinks I am whining or boasting or enforcing my opinions are welcome to find their way out of my blog.

    The last 6 years have been demented, fun, enlightening and a lesson for me at every god damn step.  From dropping out of Engineering to getting into Mass Communication to finally getting a job and settling down. I feel really old typing all this but then again, I know there’s a lot more stuff for me in store and a lot more experiences (both good and bad).

    1. Parents are right but not necessarily all the time and YOU should be your priority:

    I am absolutely not disrespecting my parents here or saying that they ruined my life. I am blessed to have parents like mine. I have been supported by them at all steps no matter how crazy that step was. I have been totally understood by them at the same time they being extremely strict (strict to the point that my friends were scared of them). Even then, I owe every success of mine to them. Had my Mum not been so strict, I wouldn’t have scored well or be the person I am at present. My father, however, has been my backbone. I would not say that he spoilt me but then he has been that stable guidance and pillar in all my journeys.

    However, one decision catered me to lose out two years of my college. I was put into Engineering after my 12th. I did not want to study Engineering but somehow due to some miscommunication and also considering the fact that I was a bright student, I got admission to one of the worst colleges of Bangalore (I consider it worst. My opinion). I am gonna cut short on this story as a looot happened in those two years and I almost got into depression. I ran after a man who was the worst possible thing that could have ever happened to me and made me sacrifice all my self-respect. I fought quite hard to gain that self-respect back. I still hate the fact that I had to lose two years but then considering my 3 years of college life in Delhi, I have come out of the halo.

    There, so I am a two-year dropout and currently a mass communication graduate with a decent job and trust me I am really happy that I dropped out. Moving to Delhi was the best decision of my life.

    You have to be your own priority. Life is too short to run behind a guy.

    2. Listen to your Parents:

    I have had my share of bad deeds not listening to my parents. I am not saying that they are absolutely correct and whatever they say makes sense but then they are parents, they really know the world well (way better than us). I have had tons of fights with my Mum (I still do) but then, in the end, I know she is right and I try to listen to her as much as I can.

    3. Stop trying to please others:

    Let’s get this straight, you can’t. There is no need to please anyone. Dress up for yourself. Be all pretty or dress up like a tomboy, it’s all up to you. You cannot be perfect and hence you don’t have to try so hard.  Don’t force yourself to diet simply because you can’t fit yourself in that skinny body-con dress. You have so many other options to try from!

    4. Try breaking stereotypes:

    Whosoever said you can’t wear dresses or skirts if you are on the healthier side should be just ignored and considered a lunatic. You can easily wear that short skirt or dress if you think you can carry it. If you think you are comfortable in jeans, then so be it. There is absolutely no pressure from anyone or nobody has the right to judge you or give you unwanted advice when it comes to your clothes. Giving advice is good but please don’t let your advice become a conscious statement for someone.

    5. Stop being conscious because of people around you:

    I have faced this and now I am totally over this. I was never judgmental but then I used to get conscious at times. I am a person who is comfortable in a T-shirt and denim when it comes to college. This doesn’t mean that I don’t like dressing up. I love dressing up but for occasions and now when I have to go to work. I still remember getting a bob cut and totally regretting it because people around me made me feel terrible. All I am saying is that whatever people tell shouldn’t bother you. If you are comfortable and can carry what you wear, you are good to go.

    6. That right person is there for everyone:

    I have heard people crying their heart out after a break up saying they will never be able to fall in love again. That is just bullshit maaaan! Life doesn’t end after one painful break-up. There are so many things that will keep you growing and you will enjoy that sacredness of being single. I have done this part of cribbing and whining for a guy who did not even deserve my tears. I was happily single until I found the man of the house. He is the only man who has been able to handle me at my worst. I trust him blindly. I was not even a tad bit unsure about marrying him. Please don’t cry for petty guys who I am sure will have a great time after the break-up.

    7. You have to take care of your self-respect:

    If you don’t love yourself and respect yourself, nobody else will. You can expect someone to respect you unless you do it for yourself. Its okay if your boyfriend is less romantic than you. No two person can have the same amount of feelings. But then, it’s not okay to be not respected. Every relationship needs to have a certain line.

    8. Repeating the same thing over and over is a habit:

    Once is a mistake, twice is a mistake, but thrice is a habit. This simply means that don’t be stupid and keep on repeating the same thing again and again even when you know that it might have bad consequences. Don’t let anybody’s stupidity take over your sanity.

    9. It’s okay to not have the perfect figure:

    Doesn’t matter if you are too skinny or too fat or on the healthier side. Forever 21 models should not be your ideal model. Doesn’t matter if you can’t wear deep necks or if you can’t wear hot pants. Life is not a goal about looking perfect. There are so many other things to worry about. So many other things to work on.

    10. Less friends? Less popular in college? No big deal!

    Lesser the friends, happier is your life. I swear by this. Believe me, I had the least amount of friends in college and I had a great time. And the best part is that I am still friends with them. It doesn’t matter if you are less popular in college. Doesn’t mean you will have to go to the washroom to perfect your make up during every break. I was in a college like this. Every time I went to the washroom, all I could see was girls doing touch ups (not everyone). Please let college feel like college and not a party.

    11. It’s all right to have haters:

    I am sure this post is going to get me quite a lot of haters but I do not really care. I have stopped caring about petty little things.

    12. You are not a behenji if you wear a lot of Indian:

    Trust me guys, I have got this as well. I have been called a behenji for wearing too much Indian which is absolutely ridiculous. I have been wearing sarees since forever. I have been to a club, went drinking in a saree and I love it. If people think Indian makes you look like a behenji then they have a sick mentality.

    I am sure I am a better person now. My life has naturally been dramatic. There are certain things which could’ve been without melodrama but unfortunately, there has been a lot of drama. The picture with this post shows that I am all dressed up (doesn’t mean I am always like this). I love dressing up. I love wearing ethnic. I love wearing dresses and shorts too. I love saving some looks for special days. There are times when I choose ethnic over western. That doesn’t make me a behenji.

    I am happy now. I am content with a decent job, with an amazing man and a not-so-boring life.

    Thanks to everyone who has read this till the end.

    -Love

    WildChild

  • The name says it all- Here & Now

    The name says it all- Here & Now

    Hi Foodies!

    So, on my adventure to find another good place to hog, I landed in Here & Now. This place is in HSR Layout, Sector-7, next to Krispy Kreme. Here & Now is open from 9 AM to 8 PM. This place is really cute with both outdoor and indoor sitting area. I love outdoor sitting areas which is why this place is bound to become my favourite. They have a gaming area, reading area with some really good books and a normal sitting area to chit -chat. The owner is a bong and hence there are books by Satyajit Ray. A plus point for all the hard-core bongs.

    The cuisine is continental. The food ranges from Sandwiches to Pasta to Omlettes (not the normal omlette) to burgers. All of these and some really amazing starters and real good shakes.  This place is a great to have breakfast. Has pork (lots of pork) but then no beef. I have a weakness for pork. The moment I see Pork in any menu, my mouth literally starts to water.

    For breakfast, you can check their All Day Breakfast menu and it has some of the most amazing food. My all time favourite is ‘Nice to meat you’. If you love pig, they will am up your jig. ‘Nice to meat you’ is a brilliant combination of salami, ham and sausages with assorted veggies and made with love with two eggs (just let them know what ignites you, Pig or Chicken, and you are all set to feel delighted).

    The names on the menu is sure to catch-all your attention as they have been created with such good creativity and sharp minds have worked together to make them interesting.

    I have tried a lot of stuffs here but I am gonna talk about one particular day. So me and my super foodie husband, who by the way, loves food more than me (food and his guitar though) ordered Piggy Bank, Phony Pepperoni, Meaty Minion, Piggy Wrap and The Shrunken Shrimp.

    Piggy Bank and Phony Pepperoni are the two most yummiest sandwiches available and I can declare that they will fill your stomach with love and will still make you crave for more. The sandwiches have a lot of pork, teamed with the perfect amount of mayonnaise and veggies and served with french fries which by the way, is really good.

    Meaty Minion is an omlette which is made with Chicken, Bacon, Cheese and Tomato stuffed in the omlette. Such a shame that people look for heaven elsewhere. The other must try omlettes would be Mediterranean Marvel and The Theory of Omlette.

    Piggy Wrap is simply chicken in a blanket yet its delicious as they top these little babies with cheese! Oh lord!

    The Shrunken Shrimp is a pasta which is a superbly yummy Spaghetti with Shrimps, basil, olives and cheese. Another must try is Mighty Meaty Pasta. This has both chicken and ham and will enlighten your taste buds. But me and the man of the house has taste buds which are enlightened by Shrimps more than Chicken at times, hence the first one is our thing.

    For shakes, I would suggest either the Oreo Shake or the Nutella Shake. Surprise here is that Here & Now also has a range of Waffles and Pancakes which are ideal for breakfast. They also have separate pork or chicken sausages in different flavours and Hash Browns (For my parents who are reading this, I don’t do drugs. Hash Brown is just potato in a different way).

    This place is pure orgasmic guys and will definitely give a foodgasm. Do try this place and let me know how much you guys liked it.

    In my next blog, I am going to write about the best biryani in Bangalore. Everytime I write about food, I get hungry. I am gonna grab a bite.

    -Love

    WildChild

  • Just another day. Just another office story.

    How does a perfectly imperfect day starts for everyone? Struggling to get up from the bed to make it on time for work. And then suddenly, the love of my life, my bolster (after my husband of course) comes on my way and its super magnetic property attracts me so bad that I snooze my god damn irritating alarm and hold the bolster and sleep.

    And then, 15 minutes after I plan to take a so-called power nap, my natural alarm wakes me up, which is my maid. My maid, guys is super necessary for my survival. One off she takes and I get virtual fever accompanied by cold and all other humanly possible problems.

    Anyways, I manage to get up like a zombie, take close to an hour to get ready and finally book a cab and head to office.

    So the same routine happened one fine day. I reached office at 9:45 AM, opened my laptop and scrolled through my emails which is a horrifying vision as my mailbox is always loaded (God knows why). And there were almost 10 briefs from the client which more or less had the same deadline. My heart skipped a beat and I hit rock bottom. With a heavy heart and prepared for jagrata the entire week,I started working.

    I have this terrible, super arrogant content writer who apparently has three years of experience and has a Master ‘s Degree in English. And unfortunately, I am bound to get all my content from her. One of my client is a  medical client who is very picky about the content used, grammar and punctuation and is allergic to wrong English.

    I briefed my fellow content writer about the work which would be further included in the Social Media Plan. I am a Digital Media Planner by the way. I know I am cribbing about my work and stuff but I wanted to put this particular day on the blog and just get over with it. I am sure people reading this will have a good laugh. ( You might choose not to laugh and abuse me for whining.)

    Question: Are you prone to Breast Cancer?  What will come to a layman’s mind when he/she reads it? (She particularly since it happens to women but then again no women is ‘prone’ to it.)

    This line was present in the content which was part of the social  media plan which means this was supposed to go online. To  my ultimate terror, this was not the only mistake. If that had happened, I wouldn’t have been writing this. There were almost 50-60 errors in one sheet (believe me, I counted). This is was an eye opener and the mistakes were pathetic. I calmed myself down and started re-working. I had to patience to make her re-work and then crib again.

    The worst part is the lady is so arrogant that even if you try to explain her the problems, she doesn’t seem to care. This makes all my effort to write a brief and explain her go in to the pooper.

    So, the content is finally done by me and I send it to the designer to get the creatives done. That guy is another big time pain is the ass. Please note that he is a designer and he is supposed to be ‘creative’.

    Brief conversation with him:

    Designer: Yeh kya hai? Kuch samajh nahi aaya.

    Me: Content Bucket for the SM Plan. You need to make creatives for each topic. Search images related to the topic and make the infographs and images as per the content’s requirement.

    Designer: Can you send me old creatives? I will rework on them.

    Me: *Stunned* Out of despair I ask Whyyy?

    Designer: Tum image khoj k do. Main bana dunga creatives.

    Me: (In my mind – Chutiye. Gadhe. Maine image khojna hai toh tum kis liye baithe ho. I might as well learn Corel draw and create the fucking images). Instead I said calmly, please search for the images and work. I will help you if you face any further problem.

    This designer guy I am talking about has screwed up  my work before as well. For one particular brief, I received 42 iterations from my client and the mail chain had almost 65 mails. Basically, I am not being whiny out here. It is difficult to work with fucktards like this. Because eventually, I face the client and then severe gaand mein danda.

    Some of the excuses:

    1. I did not understand the brief.

    -My virtual reply: I am sorry. I guess I need to improve my English.

    -My actual reply: I will explain you again.

    2. I don’t feel like working on the Medical Clients. Its boring. I don’t feel like writing for them. No creative work.

    -My virtual reply: Bc. Jab job lia tha tab clients check nahi kia? Did we ever say you will have to write about unicorns.

    -My actual reply- I know. But you have to. We cannot be ignorant about them.

    3. I have zero understanding of what the client wants.

    -My virtual reply: Were you sleeping when we were briefed you about them?

    -My actual reply: I will explain you again. No issues.

    Eventually, this day ended at 9 PM with loads of iterations from the client and seedhe language mein, Bawaal hua.

    Bawaal was an escalation from the client. The big brain in my nerve popped. I almost screamed at the designer which was in vain. Escalated him. That too was in vain.

    So finally after 15 days my work gets done. By now, the client hates me I am sure. I have no idea why people like my designer or my content writer gets hired. The repercussions of working with these people are atrocious. And the excuses they give are preposterous!

    Anyways, after this incident I make sure none of my work, not even a petty tagline reaches these idiots. I work with other designers and writers.

    I have whimpered enough and I realized I am hungry and I also need to poop. I poop at office everyday.

    Till then, happy working guys. It’s just Wednesday. Two more days to slog and then partayy! Pamper your maid like I do if  she is your necessity.

    I am reallyy gonna go and poop.

    Whole lotta love

    -Wildchild

  • The day I vowed to start writing again !

    So, its been quite some time, actually years since I left writing. I have been waiting to start again but then I was caught up.

    Now, when I started a blog, it was for me to think what I really want to write about. Knowing my hobbies; food, travel and fashion (trust me, fashion in my dictionary excludes make up to a great extent :p) are my forte.

    For me, fashion means wearing clothes that would make me confident and would bring out the best in me. It absolutely doesn’t mean that I have to follow the “current trend” or follow what is in the market. I believe in wearing clothes that makes me comfortable, look smart and at the same time is not over the top. Talking about make-up, I have never been into make up so much. But then, I have to admit, after my Wedding, I realized the importance and the gracefulness of make up! Might sound silly, but since that day, I have started wearing make up (which again, is quite unbelievable for my best friends).

    Now if I start talking about food, this blog would just go on and on. Food has been my best friend after books since I was in 9th Grade. Food is something that pulls my interest and it not only gives me the inspiration to try different places (which in turn has made me a big foodie), but also pushes me to cook different dishes. I have lived in Delhi for 3 years, during my college life and I have explored nooks and corners of Delhi for food. From trying out shabby places to extravagant and luxurious places, I have had food from all these places. And the joy of good food for me is so much more than the ambiance. When it comes to food, I love experimenting, be it any cuisine. Also, I am not restricted to any meat. Any four legged or two legged can be eaten by me.

    Travelling is another hobby of mine which I guess is the best hobby. Travelling makes me feel alive and helps me learn so much about places and of course allows me to take a break from this hustle bustle. However, my job doesn’t let me travel that much. I still somehow find out time to travel in every 2-3 months. I recently had a trip to Darjeeling and I must admit, I have never loved mountains more. That place is magical. The view of Kanchenjunga from Keventers while having a pork platter and chocolate shake is the best thing I could ask for. I think there is some weird connection between bongs and Darjeeling. For that matter, Bongs and alcohol and Bongs and cigarettes also have a weird connection.

    Okay, so now this blog is about mixed feelings. Stuffs that I like, stuffs I am going to blog about and some other random stuff. This is because I wanted to start off blogging with the things that I have in mind and the things that matter to me.

    This is something that I want to do. I don’t want my blog to be restricted to just one thing. I have been an explorer and I promise, my blogs will be a mixture of food, fashion and travel and I will put in as much effort as I can to not make it monotonous. This marks the start of my blog and I will be back real soon with some of the amazing recipes that I have and my sense of styling. Till then, keep reading 🙂

    Whole lotta love

    -Wild Child