‘PALAK PANEER OR A TANGDI KABAB?.....What’s your flavor?’

Random questions people ask these days are not ‘What you are wearing for the party? Or how have you been? How’s your work going? How you are doing’. It’s the only question: ARE YOU SINGLE? Curse it man! ‘Of course, I’m single’. Why does this question always experiment us? I mean, being in a relationship, ya dating someone, ya being single; why these things do are enough to judge someone?  I mean these questions are like: Are you a vegetarian or a non-vegetarian. And I answer it like: Are you asking me for a Palak Panner or a Tangdi Kabab? Man! These pissing questions cannot be ended with simple answers.

Going through a series of topics this week, we finally found something that can distinguish the pickup line of a relationship status as “Palak Paneer or a Tangdi Kabab”(Single or in a relationship)Well, single raho toh bhi fitki and nahi rahoo tabhi fitki! It’s always that relationship status sucks! Well, here are the recipes for Palak Paneer and Tangdi Kabab! Have a look:

PALAK PANEER: (Being Single! :P)

Ingredients: 

2 cups of happiness (Ahhh! Make it 5), 4 tablespoon chocolates, 5 glasses of love ‘yourself’ liquid, 2 night outs, 4-5 dreams , 2 weekends of divine leisure and a whole lot of madness in yourself (Just you without anyone)

Method:

Heat a little bit of madness in yourself, then add those 4-5 dreams together, then add some craziness and let this cook for few minutes.  After 5 minutes, add 4 tbspoon of chocolates, 3 glasses of love ‘yourself’ liquid, 2 cups of happiness, 2 night outs and finally let the 2 weekends of divine leisure and a whole lot of madness should  stir well and after mixing it finally, your dish is finally prepared. The result is ‘SINGLE’. Turn around a few times and serve anyhow, as in you like. This dish will always be special. 

Recipe servings: All single

Recipe cook time: Till the age of 25 only 

Advantages of having Palak Paneer:

• Loving yourself is all on the wheels. No justification and no clarification. 
• Just have as many friends as you want. 
• Freedom and independency is in numbers. 
• Nahhh, no comprises at all. 
• Marriage will surely be a choice and not a requirement. 
• Invest purely in yourself.
• And last but not the least, the elevator to flirt always 

TANGDI KABAB: (In a relationship! :P)

Ingredients: 

1 cup of happiness (Ahhh! Make it only 1/2), 2 tablespoon chocolates, 2 glasses of different love, no ‘yourself’ liquid needed, 5 night outs,  24 weekends of clarifications, 4 tablespoon of crushed dreams, 7 tablespoons of  movie tickets, paste of facebook deactivation,  100 recharges and a whole lot of financial expense in your pocket (because the girl empties it every week!)

Method:

Firmly get ready to marinate yourself. Then  you need to add a paste of your facebook deactivation along with 24 weekends of clarifications then  4 tablespoon of crushed dreams. See, to it that it cooks well. Then at the same time, add bit of 7 tablespoons of movie tickets so as to add in return your ‘sorry’ raw ingredient. Yes, see to it that it has been stir well. Ultimately, you need to add only 2 tablespoon chocolates because a lot of sugar will spoil the recipe. Yes, I forgot to mention, no ‘yourself’ liquid needed coz it’s always your partner’s commands first. With 5 night outs and completely emptiness of your pockets, you will cooked completely and the dish is fully ready. See, to it that you don’t serve it when it’s hot, else RAM –JAANE kya hoga!

Recipe servings: To two of them

Recipe cook time: Till the age of 18 and above(Depends on  you, how long you can cook it 

Advantages of having TANGDI KABAB:

• Variations in sex in every time.
• Lot of concern and affection.
• Constant motivation 24*7.
• No need to work constantly.
• Dreams toh don’t play pivotal roles.
• Romanticism is guaranteed.
• Kisses and hugs all in free.

Well, it’s all upto you whether you liked making ‘Palak Paneer ya Tangdi kabab’. Guys, our main concern these days is not what are you cooking, but the main factor is that why do we play with the lives of people when we know that there is no future in that particular relationship. Of course, individual choices do matter, but hasn’t this lead to the destruction of that beautiful bond which comes prior to a relationship and that is ‘FRIENDSHIP’? People are forgetting that before being in a relationship, they were very good friends and breaking the things surely is putting a calendar to end up even that bond so much that they don’t tend to face each other.  Of course, it might not be easy to break up, but don’t you think that we have now imbibed a new factor called ‘LACK OF TRUST’? I mean, when breakups follow, do you even realize that the person is not ready to take a new relationship, just because the previous one cheated him so much that he or she now doesn’t trust someone. 

If you are cooking Tandgi kabab, then surely see to it ki commitment follows till the end. Make yourself very sure before falling in a relationship; that you’ll always try to be in a ‘serious relationship’. Out of 20 couples, you end up finding that 19 of them are no longer together, but there is only a single couple who is damn serious about each other and will end up leveling it for a ‘commitment’ pick line. And compared to living single or being in a relationship, a serious relationship has number of advantages. Well, here is the list:

• Experience the fun that a single person has. 
• You've already found someone very special.
• There is someone with you who knows and loves you during a time when you're constantly learning and growing.
• The laughter is deeper and the affection is stronger in a committed relationship.
• No juggle for dating and your career. Your professional goals and ambitions are surely met.
• You have someone to support you during those years after college when close friends might be superbusy or are engaged into their own schedules.
• There is no feeling  of pressure strategy. 
• You can be yourself at all times, to be good and to be not so good, and to have someone every step of the way encourage you, laugh with you, reassure you, challenge you — in a word, love you. 
• And most importantly, the ‘TRUST factor’ is within you. Trust is the ultimate thing that will surely set an example as the ‘ONLY Serious’ couple in love.
• Ultimately, there is a scope for pure feeling of ‘COMMITMENT’! 

So, why not be in a serious relationship, where you can enjoy the charm of cooking both ‘PALAK PANEER AND TANGDI KABAB’?

‘OFFLINE AAJA’

1.) ‘It’s over’, What  do you think can be  the reason for breaking up of a long term relationship?

2.) ‘Busy hu, ttyl’, What can be the reason for pretending that you are busy, when someone calls you with keen interest?

3.) ‘Aaj nahi possible hoga’, What can be the reason for not attending a reunion after so many years of your college life?

4.) ‘She read the text and ignored. Attitude bhara hai. Ab mai kyu text karo?’, What could be the reason for those ego shuffles in real?

5.) ‘Yaar ab who baat nahi hai shopping mein’, What could be the reason for this boring window shopping which doesn’t lasts your happiness for long? And blaa blaa blaaaa…..

I WANT THE REASON, THE REASON, THE REASON, THE REASON, THE REASON, THE REASON, THE REASON, THE REASON, THE REASON, THE REASON and yes, still THE REASON!

And after stressing a bit, I found the reason right reserved in my own pocket. Yes, my very own, my very favorite, my very personal and my very lovable ‘THE MOBILE PHONE’!

But, how can that be the actual reason, is surely a question that might be shaking your head. Well, let me answer you: Our only phone is ruining our lives. 

Soote, jaagte, uthte, baithte, khaate, peete and what not, we have made ourselves glued up to these new inventions.  

“Haiee! Woh bhi kya din the yaar !”

1.)Breakup sounded more on: Mai aas pass tere aur mere pass tu? (Babaji ka thullu!)

Well, breakups! When we had no social networkings, even relationships had those fun elements. No phones, still had the telepathy to connect: No facebook, still had the ‘DIL-SE-DIL’ ka connection to see faces:  No whtsapp, still had those emoticons to express desires…But today, these are the only toxic reasons to kill your love and dig you half-alive in the graveyards….Haiee! Woh bhi kya din the yaar ! 

2.) Reading books sounded more on : Humesha tumko chaha, aur chaha kuch bhi nahi!

Books…..these were the real reasons to exchange love-letters. I sure am most of you had these experiences stabbed in your hearts. Asking your crush, which book are you reading, use to extract topics to increase your conversations ahead. But today, when it comes to books, online books are surely shattering all those dreams into hells… Haiee! Woh bhi kya din the yaar! 

3.)Proposals sounded more on: Ishq tera mera…..not online se zyadda!

Final stage when things were all set, bus propose karna bakki rahta, it used to be more on ‘Kya bolegi woh yaar’.  Surkhiyya hai havaaoo mein, do diloo ke milne ki was the kind of feeling even our parents would have experienced…..No place for online love, only offline romance! That eagerness to meet, nakhre, nautanki, sharmana, ikraar, inkaar, and sooooooooooooooooooooooo many feelings all butterflied together. And today, its only online love…haar semester me koi  naya…no commitment to last that ‘ONLY’ love forever! Haiee! Woh bhi kya din the yaar! 

4.)Nadi-ka-pahad (outdoor games) sounded more on: Khamoshiyyon ke suratton mein, dhunde tera shor!

Candy crush, the only reason who is spoiling our habits these days. I mean gone are those days when ‘NADI-KA-PAHAD’ used to be a dream project for all galli walle friends and cousins. Daat khaana, khidkiyya todna  sounded much better than today when comments cannot be heard in 3BHK flats. Haiee! Woh bhi kya din the yaar! 

5.)Street shopping sounded more on: Man javee…menu offline shopping karade!

Shopping with the best and bestest…I am going for shopping, would you join me? Questions that raised so many feelings for girls(because boys will be boys!).Then shopping ke beech mein gupshups, statements like :’Yeh jyada accha hai us walle se, haiiee kitna sasta hai yahape, Mai toh puri dukkan hi utha lete, time kaam pad gaya, kal fir se shopping chalege, wohh blue walla latkaya dress dikhayee bhaiyya’….I mean there used to be soo much enthusiasm, so much excitement and so much happiness in those lil things…But today, when it comes to window shopping, we surely are missing all those elements na? Haiee! Woh bhi kya din the yaar! So, next time whenever you decide to opt for a shopping, just try to utter this ‘Man javee…menu offline shopping karade’…

6.)Haatapaiee sounded more on: Adhure tum, adhure hum bin tumhare!

Haatapaiee (it’s a hindi word for fights)…It was more on realistic. ‘Usko toh kal dekhunga!’ was what entertained people for years. But today, an online fight gives a damn on the things that can’t be experienced in real! Haiee! Woh bhi kya din the yaar!

7.)Reunion sounded more on: Hai zidd yeh badi majbooriya!

Reunion….dosto ka…it had a feeling of meeting friends after so longggg…Everyone used to sit and present their lives greatest ironies. But today, when you give your best to call your friend, you only get a reply ‘I’m busy, in a meeting, ttyl’. You don’t hear a word from that friend and directly what you see is those rare friends posting photos and giving updates about their marriages…’Kamine invite to karta, huhhh!’,  Haiee! Woh bhi kya din the yaar!

8.)Chai ki tapri sounded more on: Ek garam chai ki pyalii hoo?

College ke chai ki tapri, a single samosa and just katta gang….everything was so much fun…But when you decide to meet them today, all of them are busy in whtsapping with their beloveds instead of paying attention to those who are sitting with you and what to hear from you. Haiee! Woh bhi kya din the yaar!

Somewhere, we have lost everything, rather a very delicate part of our lives. A very delicate part when ‘Bappi Lahiri’ disco songs were the thrill to dance crazily; a very delicate part when ‘ghar ghar’ used to be a very special game played with cousins when mom used to sleep in the afternoons; a very delicate part when ‘Nani’s home’ in the summers had memories to eat some special dishes which she would prepare exclusively for all her grandchildren  ;a very delicate part when ‘Malgudi days’  was the most awaited serials; a very delicate part when making sand castles on beaches used to be our favorite activities; a very delicate part when ‘Rajmalai’ used to give the happiest pleasures; a very delicate part when ‘Shaktiman’ used to be the guiding source for all his lil fans..I tell you, everything had a memory! But today when we are kidnapped in the world of ONLINE MODE of technologies, we are living virtually and not into those realities which had effervescent pleasures of the world. Even though, the living sources were just enough, yet they had ‘OFFLINE pleasures’…..But today, ONLINE world has covered those offline smiles. Somewhere that emotional connect is missing. Atleast ek baar ‘OFFLINE AAJA’, I sure am you’ll say ‘Haiee! Yeh bhi kya din hai yaar!’

Maa.... o maa!

She was all broken, rather broken into chunks when she saw her son sleeping deep inside that coffin. Tears on her eyes were as heavy as those ocean waters. She could see him getting separated from her.  She was lost in him, lost because her only son whom she raised for 23 years, died in an accident today, was sleeping peacefully in the coffin. She wanted to run to him, to kiss his sweet brow and to wrap him so tightly that no one takes him away from her. She sat next to him, his look stabbed her heart just like a knife; his face was looking so clean that it didn’t had even a scar of an accident. Yet her arms somehow did not ache to hold him like her heart told her she should wake him up.

 ‘Talk to me, talk to me Nirav’, was the only thing she repeated since his body was brought back from the hospital after the Post mortem. The minute she got the news, she couldn’t be in her senses and after she got back to this world, although it was hard for her to see her  son laying in front of her wrapped in blood , she still made an effort in waking him up.

‘Wake up, wake up my boy. Your mother is calling you Nirav, uthh jaa, uthna jaldi, else you’ll get late for your college. Uthna beta, uthna jaldi’, she kept reciting to the highest pitch of her pain and anger. Relatives and friends, who marked their presence to morn his loss, couldn’t see Nirav’s mother dying like this. They too even consoled her, but she was not ready to accept that her son is no more now. She cried, cried in pain, cried in tears, cried for the wrong time, wrong deed and for the wrong day that ruined everything from her.  How could Nirav get back now? How could he respond? And how could he hug his mother whose soul was buried inside his heart? Although he was seeing her, but he couldn’t stop her from dying nor living, he couldn’t stop her from letting him go, he couldn’t stop her cry, he couldn’t stop her to let him be free, he couldn’t stop her for anything…rather anything which commanded love in both the ways. After Nirav’s father’s death, his mother raised him with great affection, and now while he was just placed in an MNC, destiny had something else reserved. While, he was returning back from the placement drive, he thought of surprising his mother by writing a letter for all her deeds and then gifting her, his placement letter too. As he was about to get back to his place, a truck hit his 2-wheeler and he was crushed into chunks. Soon after this, he was rushed to the hospital by his friends, but he knew that he wouldn’t be alive now. While, he was only few minutes away from his death bed, he took a promise from his friend Saransh that he would show his mother ‘HIS FIRST AND LAST PLACEMENT LETTER AND HIS HAND WRITTEN LETTER for her’. Even though Saransh was all left in tears, he gave his last promise to him and then within few minutes, he could see him lastly closing his shattered eyes.  

Saransh couldn’t see Nirav’s mother dying like this. He immediately opened Nirav’s bag and removed the cover which had the placement letter along with the hand written letter for her.

‘Aunty, yeh Nirav ne likha tha aapke liye. Woh aapko khud hi dena chahta tha lekin….and saying this, he started shedding tears on her laps’.

Nirav’s mother  couldn’t tolerate Nirav’s death, yet she made an effort to open the very last cover letter  of her only son Nirav, which Saransh gave her. Her hands very shivering, yet she opened it with great affection and warmth.  She took it with so much warmth as it had something to say, as it had Nirav’s voice and as it had her son’s desire of his heart.

   

As she opened, she saw the placement letter and now…..now she couldn’t control her loud cry circulating in the atmosphere. This cry was so loud that it gave her a mild state of unconsciousness. Saransh quickly dropped few water droplets on her face and forcefully gave her the glucose water to drink. She still couldn’t stop herself from crying out louder. Still she couldn’t calm her mind and got detached to the outside world completely. A minute her, her silence was speaking, now she wasn’t active neither she was passive. All she could do was just staring at Nirav’s body. After 5 minutes, her eyes fell on the letter that had written ent drive, he thought of surprising his mother by writing a letter for all her deeds and then gifting her, his placement letter too. As he was about to get back to his place, a truck hit his 2-wheeler and he was crushed into chunks. Soon after this, he was rushed to the hospital by his friends, but he knew that he wouldn’t be alive now. While, he was only few minutes away from his death bed, he took a promise from his friend Saransh that he would show his mother ‘HIS FIRST AND LAST PLACEMENT LETTER AND HIS HAND WRITTEN LETTER for her’. Even though Saransh was all left in tears, he gave his last promise to him and then within few minutes, he could see him lastly closing his shattered eyes.  

‘Ma: Jab chot kabhi mere lag jaati thi, to aankh teri bhi to bhar aati thi’.

She couldn’t stop herself from opening it and reading those lines:

‘Old and wrinkled….but beautifully so. Eyes behind spectacles…but perceptive so. In her 50s…but young so. That’s my ma, my mummaa….I still remember the day, when we both were connected by a single umbilical cord. You know ma, that was the best thing you’ve done for me..I was brought up, and you gave me life to live. Then after dad’s death, you always raised me with great dignity and honor. You know, I still love that white sweater which you had knitted especially for me. I simply cherish that… like in no other world. As a single child, you imparted many good teachings in me and that the biggest thing I adore from you ma. Even if dad wasn’t around, I still couldn’t feel his absence. Because for me you were my dad and you were only my Ma…days would be even better in these ways….There are so many things I remember about you Ma, with unadulterated memories….with your unadulterated love. The ever - classic You! I know ma, when I used to be depress, you too couldn’t stop crying. When I won my school’s first race, you couldn’t stop yourself from celebrating. When I passed my matriculation, you couldn’t stop from spreading the news ma. You know even when I’m back from a party, I still feel hungry to taste your food, you know unless and until I don’t see you around me, I’m all alone… Days and nights, they all revolve around you and will still revolve around you Ma, even though how much grown up I’m…You were and you are still the constant force in my life. In my subconscious I always feel you….I always know your prayers will clandestinely shadow me. At times, I wish I can give you all those things in return which you’ve missed previously. But I know I’m not that capable to share at least half  of your givings. And today when your son is recruited, you surely can take a sigh of relief and leave the things on me….I know that’s fairly impossible,  atleast not in this life. It will take me so many more lives …will have to born and reborn again…to be your ‘THE ONLY SON’ again . Everything was possible only because of you and I share my success with only and only you, I love you, you little lady….you are my force…my joy…my inspiration!!’

Thank you for being there with me Ma, proud to be your son!

And reading these lines, she was surrounded by those clouds of darkness, which couldn’t return the peace in her only heart. She kissed her son softly and she too bleeded in death with the pain of losing her only son ’Nirav’……….Lastly, all she could do was keep the knitted white sweater by his side and let him go!

Nirav who was seeing his mother from heaven, couldn’t do anything but just to flash all those cherished memories with her and wait for the next birth to be her ‘ONLY SON’……

PS: You know, things can be conditional, people can be conditional and souls too can be conditional, but there is only mother’s love which cannot be conditional, its purely unconditional. Apart of your heart runs deep inside your mother, so never ever miss a chance to show your love for her. On this mother’s day, we would want all your mother’s to read this and dedicate atleast a line for her in the comment box….Wishing all mothers a very happy mother’s day! Love you my mum too!

Nepal @ 11:56 AM

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