Secret of a tasty dinner!

We were lucky to get a roommate like him.

His name is Navi, and he works for a reputed IT firm in india.

“Tomorrow onwards, I’ll cook the rice, It’ll be ready by the time you guys reach here” said he.

Indeed, we should’ve been lucky! He knew that we, from infy come home late everyday. Then, we used to cook rice, and some curries, to eat. Actually, he comes home earlier, but always waits for us to come to start cooking. That was not because he doesn’t have hunger, but because he never visited kitchen in his life, unless to eat something!

That’s him, and still he wants to cook rice for us! Oh, of course we’re lucky!

We agreed. Atleast, we can sleep early the next day.

Next Day!

We were back home to find that rice has been ready. Abhi made some curry, and we started to eat. Surprisingly, the rice was so tasty; Tastier than it ever was! “Wow! Navi has become a good cook!” I exclaimed.

That was when I observed the sides of the rice cooker. Rice has boiled, and overflown all over it. There are some stains too, which normally doesn’t occur. There were evident marks that shows somebody has tried to clean it, but failed awefully!

“You should’ve washed the rice once more!” I said, seeing the stains, it seems the rice is not washed properly.

There was a look of confusion on Navi’s face! He said “It was overflowing, I’ve tried to clean, but…”

“No, I’ve said about the rice, not the cooker.” I explained.

Navi looked more puzzled.

“So…err.., I had to wash the rice????”

Everybody suddenly stopped eating, and looked at Navi.

“Whaaaaatt???? You didn’t?????”

There was a moment’s silence. Then Navi said:

“What? You never told me to wash the rice!, Don’t look at me like that..”

“Now I know where does the extra taste come from!” Exclaimed Shaji.

And he never cooked again!



I’ve always loved her- Why?
I’ve thought of this 1000s of times. What was the speciality in her, that attracted me.
Why should I Love her, despite all her defects and shortcomings?
Why did I love her, despite all the warnings, from my parents, friends, and even from herself?
Why did I love her, eventhough my brain told me that it is not the right decision?
I’ve never got an answer. I know, for sure, that I’ve always loved her- Even before I told her that, Even before I realised that.
Does love need a reason? In my past life I’ve always believed It does.,
When It came to my case, it decieved me, it never provided me a reason. Instead, it always told me: “Love her”.
Love doesn’t need a reason. In my experience, love… just happens…
If you have never experienced that, just wait, it’ll happen!
If you’ve experienced it, lost your love, and still wonder why it happened, then I’ve some thing to say to you:
“Everything happens for a reason- true love- it’s rare, and precious. You haven’t yet discovered it. Now you know, how It is different from lust. Be patient, It’ll happen!”

My Love for you…

When I first laid my eyes on you,
I feared of falling in love,
And now that I have,
I fear of ever losing you.Second by second,
Minute by minute
I fall more and more in love…
with you.

You are rare,
like a golden rose blossoming
in a beautiful Spring Sunny Day.

You are a want,
a want so big the world cannot give,
The universe cannot handle,
Heaven itself cannot suppress!

When you told me I was unwanted,
I thought I had lost my soul,
my heart,
My mind!

But my love… for you,
will be here…
Today. Tomorrow. And forever…
Till the end of time.



No Matter What!

There are many spells claiming to be working, which floats on the internet. This one, which I found interesting, claims to help you find your true love, or keep your loved one with you for always. I personally don’t believe in these, but it seems interesting. Please note that I don’t promote or encourage the use of any black magic. If you try, it’s at your own risk.

Read below-The exact words that I got from the internet:


This spell works to stop you from sabotaging the love you already have or the new advances that you turn away. You have to remember that you deserve love. This is one of those spells that crosses the line between “getting it” and “keeping it,” and can be used for both purposes.

Supplies: A pink candle, mirror, pin, bottle of vanilla-scented oil, love oil, love cologne, or blessing oil (vanilla’s correspondences include Venus, the element of water, and the energies of love, lust, and mental power); a handful of dried, ground lady’s mantle herb (perfect for love spells: feminine, Venus, element of water); a special candle holder that speaks of love to you.

Instructions: Pick one evening to stay in, relax and work some magic on your love life (preferably on the day and hour of Venus during the waxing of the moon, but ok if not). Hold the pink candle in front of you while gazing into the mirror and say:

Lady Venus, I add my name to this candle times three. Aid me in my desire to be one, to be loved and be free. I hereby take the first step in reclaiming my life, by my will, by my Word, by the Elementals and Wights. Be with me through the painful cold nights, for through me comes the change that brings love to my life.

Then take your pin and inscribe your name three times on the pink candle: once to love yourself (envision yourself feeling good, happy and secure, and see yourself taking pride in everything you do), twice to love another (picture yourself happy and in love — remember not to specify one particular individual, that’s a no-no), and thrice for another’s love for you.

Hold this visualization in your mind as you anoint the candle with your special oil. Chant the following:

At one with the flame, my inner fire, Venus grant my heart’s desire.

Feel the power and emotion of what you wish to accomplish pouring through your hands and fully charging the candle until your fingers throb. Roll the anointed candle in the lady’s mantle herb. Put the candle in a special holder and light the wick. Sprinkle the remaining herb around the base of the candle. Blow the loose herb from your palm into the winds of change.

I also recommend burning the candle while taking a spiritual bath, meditating on the changes needed in your life to make you a better person and how that change will affect your confidence level and overall appearance to others. In fact, you may burn the candle at various times up until the full of the moon, at which time it is appropriate to burn until it burns itself out or bury the remainder on your property. You should see results by the next full moon.


NB: Sorry, I don’t remember the name of site. Please don’t take this as copyright violation.

Here I am…

A nostalgic poem that makes us all realise what we lost…

Source:The Internet

Here I am sitting in my office @ night…
Thinking hard about life
How it changed from a maverick college life to a strict professional life…
How tiny pocket money changed to huge monthly paychecks
but then why it gives less happiness…
How a few local denim jeans changed to new branded wardrobe
but then why there are less people to use them
How a single plate of samosa changed to a full Pizza or burger
But then why there is less hunger…
Here I am sitting in my office @ night…
Thinking hard about life
How it changed…
How a bike always in reserve changed to bike always on
but then why there are less places to go on…
How a small coffee shop changed to cafe coffee day
but then why its feels like shop is far away…
How a limited prepaid card changed to postpaid package
but then why there are less calls & more messages…
Here I am sitting in my office @ night…
Thinking hard about life
How it changed…
How a general class journey changed to Flight journey
But then why there are less vacations for enjoyment…
How a old assembled desktop changed to new branded laptop
but then why there is less time to put it on…
How a small bunch of friends changed to office mates
But then why we always feel lonely n miss those college frnz…
Here I am sitting in my office @ night…
Thinking hard about life
How it changed… How it changed…

Nobody Knows…

Nobody Knows

Nobody Knows

My One True Love

Author: Hooman Anvari……………..source: the Internet

Like the mist of morning, like the calm of night,
Where there is magic, nature reveals destinies plight,
I long to hold you, to be with you near,
But my heart aches as my dreams echo your mystic magic whispering in my ear.

Can a woman be so majestic and so infinitely true?
The truth is my love, I have only ever desired one such as you.
What words can describe your beauty?
What pen dare attempt to replicate in thought and paper the gift of love you inherently possess –
The essence of your eyes, the redolence of your lips,
The feminism of your style, the magic your heart beats.

My love, in my own despair,
My heart longs for this feeling which can be found nowhere.
This mystic power which hypnotises my reason,
Can only give way to my confidences treason.

How long I have melted beneath your radiant magic,
… please my dear love, don’t end our fate tragic,
If promises are promises and my honour your trusts virtue,
Never doubt my sincerity, for I could never hurt you,
And if wishes are only wishes which can never come true,
Then don’t wish for anything for my sincerity is for you,
And if my honesty is not as pure as the gold that you think,
Then allow me to unravel love’s power with the blessing of your wink.

Oh! If only you were to grasp the extent my imagination portrays you for,
Your sweet love is my desire, I can ask for no more,
My sweet love, you will never find a heart more true,
My only desire is your absent days fewer,
From my soul cries a message so loud and so clear,
I only want to be with you – in my arms hold you near,
Please take my hand and I’ll comfort you dear,
Love builds on love and truly casts out all of fear.

Sometimes my mind dries up this passion of hope so true,
My dear love, I have insecurities of my chances with you,
I have dreams of your rose lips, your perfect window eyes,
Oh my sweet nightingale, what have you to hide?

If you love me then blast this trumpet of fate,
The direction our love enters we will architect, and destiny a new dimension take.
I cannot sleep at nights wondering why I love you so,
I pray God grant me strength as to let my wisdom grow,
For many times I’ve pondered whether you feel the magicians blessing so strong,
It can make mortals lovers and lovers can do no immortal wrong.

One thing I am certain, this I promise you now,
Of my sincerity and loyalty, none can ever match the beauty of your brow,
So take my hand my dear and together we’ll reach out to the mystery above,
For we have the blessing of our fate, as you are my one and only true love.