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The First Dosa

I would like to thank all my readers - new and old - for the constant support and feedback. Steady Meanderings has gained a new lease of life because of you all. You guys are my biggest blessing! :)

Okay that sounded so cheesy and so unlike me :P

Listening to feedback is very crucial  feel and I have been getting requests to revert back to my long articles and short stories. But you see the problem is that, once you cross over to poetry which is so quaint and beautiful , prose feels cumbersome ugly and crass. If  I can make my point in 50 lovely words , why stretch it out to a 500 inconsequential ones?
What I am saying is that I used to be a story teller but now I've now become a writer. I have been giving importance to style over substance and I know that is not the best thing to happen to me. So I will try to balance both and I am committing to that by registering it here.
Since a cross over from poetry to prose is not the easiest thing ever , I'm going to try to capture th…


Believe it or not , I cooked this up in an instant.

Instant Coffee
    Instant Noodles
        Instant Gratification
             Always seems alluring.
        when push comes to shove ,
    Honey! it tastes like crap.

I want to go back to that time ,      you know the time ,      when we had the time 
                                                                     To have slow dripped coffee                                                                       handmade noodles -                                                                       okay , never had time for those -  and slow cook our romance                                                                       on simmer forever
written for sunday scribbling 2  . The prompt was 'instant'. 
pic taken from google.

Silly Billie

Here comes Silly billie* Along the lines of my mojojojo
She was a silly billie * My chikni Chameli , A wild cat to her inner core Untamed by mere homo sapiens.
She unleashed her claws every chance she got Scratching more than the surface of Every person she met. She was a silly billie My very own chikni chameli.
Not a Soft kitty Not a Warm kitty And definitely more than a little ball of fur.
Cats get things done Humans don't .
Queen of the concrete jungle She looked down upon everyone With a smile of smug satisfaction. Silly Billie All behold and worship our very own Chikni Chameli
I miss her though.

* billie in hindi means cat
written for poets united midweek motif 'cats' 

The Predator & The Prey

So the midweek motif in Poets United was ' predator and the prey' and I couldn't ask for a more perfect opportunity to write about this .It is more prosey than poemy but i just wrote what came to my mind. Leave your honest feedback below or I will go mad that nobody cared. Putting myself out there.

I always never liked him The guy who rode me in his auto to school. He acted like he was my boss Bullying and puncturing my soul. Made me sit in the worst positions In his overcrowded rickshaw, On the handrest, above his seat, Even had to share his front seat. My parents never believed me As I had a penchant for fabricating honestly amazing lies. He used to hurl abuses at me, Unnecessarily delay taking me home, He even drank on duty. No one ever believed me. Then one day he started asking me for ten bucks And pestered me incessantly Till I gave him some. This became a habit. I gave up complaining to my parents altogether. He used to make fun of me in front of others But I wasn’t a sile…!

Okay. There is this very stupid notion that foodies are fat. Oh person who thinks that way! I hate to break it to you. Loving food has nothing to do with how much you can eat (alone). There is this saying that Quality trumps Quantity and that's what I am talking about. Trying different variety of food is also an activity via which a person can show their love. And I preach so much because I fall into that category.
The category of persons who love ordering and tasting different things but too scared to do so because they don't wanna waste food and be a threat to the society. ( No , that didn't escalate. Food wastage is an endemic we can ill afford)
Writing is how I express emotions. And what better emotion to express about than the express one I have towards food? I am going to share the pictures of and give reviews of the yum food I tasted in the awesome restaurants I happened to visit in the last few days. Belt up! The ride is fun , I swear.