Ladoo!

My science exam starts tomorrow. I have finally FINISHED studying. All the sonar problems in physics, the crazy diagrams in bio and the incomprehensible molar sums in Chemistry.

History, Politics and English are the only subjects I love.

I have been asking random people feedback about my blog. Out of fifteen people, nine people said that my blog very good, three said that reading it was a complete waste of time and the other three said that my blog resembles more of a diary. I should include more events, incidents, places to make it seem more like a blog. So here I am writing about my first PROPER cooking experience.

It all started on a bright sunny day. Uhm, no actually, It was raining. Well, whatever.
It was the day I decided to make "besan ki ladoo". (Click here for a picture)

I asked my mom for all the ingredients and with the recipe in front of me, I religiously started assembling everything in a very organized fashion.
(For those who don't know me, I am NOTHING organized). I was quite okay in the beginning. I just had to melt some butter and add the besan to it to make a thick paste. After a few moments i realized that ALL my butter was over and i didn't have enough to even bury the besan leave alone make it a paste. So i added ghee. This is when the disaster started.
My besan became all watery and it refused to stay "THICK" like I wanted it to. So with the besan on the gas, I ran to my neighbors house wearing my pajamas asking for butter.
I did finally get it.
I added SOME MORE besan and emptied the whole cup of butter into the dish.
THANKFULLY nothing bad happened.
But unfortunately nothing good happened either.
Defeated, I just continued stirring wondering what I will tell my mom about the dish. =P
After few moments, IT TURNED INTO THE THICK PASTE.
I mean, really, You should have seen me jumping up and down my kitchen when the dish actually turned out right.
I removed the dish from the stove and started making it into small balls.
Finally. The. Tasting.
{I nibbled one ladoo cautiously}
It tasted TERRIFIC (not to brag or anything).

Apart from some ghee and my kitchen turning into a ABSOLUTE mess, No damage done. And I had some wonderful ladoos!

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I learnt cycling!

Though my father bought a cycle for me when i was around eight, I was obstinate, scared and unwilling to learn to ride it.
After a year, when my father and mother realized that i would probably never learn to cycle, they gave it away.
I didn't feel bad about it. I actually felt relived.

Around three months ago, my friends and i were having a discussion on what we don't know to do.
I admitted that i don't know to cycle. My friends were prettty shocked and did make fun of me for a while, but let it go later.

This isn't what made me ask my parents for a cycle.

I realized that i am missing something that is really awesome. A form of exercise, a form of commuting and a form of FUN!

I didn't have to beg my my mom or dad. I asked them for a cycle and they bought it for me the next week.

The first two days of my cycle lessons were abysmal. I was a little too scared to actually lift my feet of the ground (this cycle didn't have training wheels).

As the days progressed, so did my cycling abilities.

I diligently worked everyday to get my balance right.
And I finally did get it.

I can now proudly say I KNOW TO CYCLE!!!

I dedicate this post to my mom for trusting me and buying another cycle though i didn't use the first one.
My dad because he encouraged me to learn to ride it.
My domestic help- Suguna aunty who actually TAUGHT me to ride my cycle.
And finally to myself, Who learnt to overcome fear and achieve something.

My chart on school!

My flow chart on school!

My attempt at poetry.

I was 9 years old when i first started writing poetry. I was fascinated with the "rhymy-rhymy" words at the end of every line. I started reading poetry after that, and then started writing it.

This poem was written when i was 10 and goes like this:

Please bring me a boat
And a coat
And also get my goat
And an ice-cream float

Please call my pig
Which is big
And wears a wig
To dig

My dog
Whose name is Frog
Sleeps like a log
In the fog

The princess had a pea
Which smelt of tea
And looked like a bumble bee
But it was a key
Which she gave to me

The only thing i was interested in was to make the words rhyme. Now when I sit back and read the poems I have written, I laugh until i fall off.

My poetry did improve after a while. I started writing things that did make some sense.

I always loved to write stories. But i couldn't for a simple reason that once i started writing it, I would lose interest after a while. Poetry isn't like that. It is a burst of emotion and takes hardly any time to write if you know what you feel.

That's it for now.

Please note: I know i am going back on what i said in my last post ( that i wouldn't come online) But I just happened to have some time and i decided to blog.
Hoping i get more time to post one of my recent poems.

ComeBACK!

I haven't posted for a long long lonnngggg time. I was missing my blog incredibly and decided that whatever happens, I will blog today.

My exams are coming up. They start on march 4th and i have a huge amount of work to do.
These exams will have a 60% effect on my grades. So it is crucial that I should do them well.

School is going on well. Competitions are being held and won/lost.

The unfortunate thing about studying is that every minute i spend studying is like an hour but every hour I spend on the computer is like a minute.

I have decided to say goodbye to the computer till I finish my exams.

So i sign off by wishing everyone (including me) all the best for their upcoming exams.

Please note: I know that this is a slightly disjointed, random and a very short post. I will be back with much better and longer posts as soon as my exams get over.

Why new blog theme?

Well, I decided that if i want to blog, I should have a blog theme that pleases me and my 11 readers.
That is when i decided to change my blog theme.
I asked about fourteen random people on what blog theme they would like, and all of them ended up choosing the one I DON'T like.
I decided to trust my instincts and go for the one I like, because, after all, It is my blog.
That is why you will see calm flowers on my blog now.

I promised my readers that i will blog about my excursion. Yet, I didn't and wouldn't becuase time has gone by and more important things are there to be written about. I am compiling a list of 10 top Tamil and Hindi songs. If you would like you favorite song to be there, Do let me know in form of a comment.


Till then,
manasvini