tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149090002024-03-23T11:07:30.202-07:00Sweet SimplicityArChaNaRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13216684783621283951noreply@blogger.comBlogger103125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14909000.post-14730497255853818712010-11-02T15:21:00.000-07:002010-11-02T15:40:07.287-07:00Moved to WordpressThe World.. through my eyes is my new blog on wordpress. It's purely a photo blog. This would be my last post here at Sweet Simplicity.<br /><br />If I feel like writing again in the near future, I will let you all know, but for now goodbye to SS!<br /><br />So go ahead click on the link below. I hope you will enjoy my other new blog as much as you did on SS.<br /><br /><a href="http://archanarj.wordpress.com/">The World</a><br /><br />P.S: even though this is the last post, the tweets are updated every day. So do check the tweets on the left side ;)ArChaNaRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13216684783621283951noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14909000.post-65229981665479336692009-06-26T16:58:00.000-07:002009-06-26T17:49:38.297-07:00Worst Nightmare in my life.. Ever!It was 12:40 PM when I decided to go shop at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">walmart</span> with my 1 year old kid. I fed him his milk, all dressed and put him in his car seat. All was fine, reached <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">walmart</span> safely and then did something terrible in my entire life. I locked the keys, my purse and my kid in the car. No no.. I didn't leave the keys in the fob, I took it along with me, and while unbuckling my kid's seat belt, I pressed the lock button on my keys and dropped in my purse (which I normally do.. and now I know that's not right). The car next us was backing out, so I had to partially close the door but instead I slammed it and went the other side to remove him from his car seat, not knowing that I 'locked' the car before getting out. When I pulled, it was then, it struck me that I locked the car and the keys inside the car. I... was in a state of shock. I asked the gentleman who was passing by for a phone, but he did not understand what I said earlier. So, his answer was 'I don't have one.'<br /><br />So I had to rush the other side, stop the lady from backing out. She was very generous to help me and handed her phone. I made a quick call to my husband (who was at work 25 miles away) to help me with AAA insurance. No luck, it went to voicemail. I was looking around for help.. feeling helpless. The lady understood and told me to go to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">walmart</span> and check if someone could help while she was watching over my kid in the car.<br /><br />I literally rushed and asked 2 guys, no luck. I went inside and said, and immediately another person came and made a call to the police. While I was waiting for him to come back with an answer, the guy next to me, started making me feel guilty.. All he kept saying was, 'its so hot today and it will be even more hotter in the car, the kid will cry... how .. how did you do this?.. its hot.. he will cry.' I know that my kid gonna cry, but I was not in a state to hear all that. I kept waiting for an answer, and listening to this guy, feeling guilty and bad and blaming myself for doing this, tears started rolling.<br /><br />At distance I heard, the guy say 'the fire department is on-line, they wanna talk to you. Go to customer service desk.' I ran like a mad bull. The lady on the phone kept asking me questions 'are you the mom? Is the kid inside? how old is he? What make is your car? Will you be there near your car when the fire department comes in?' I kept saying YES YES YES. Rushed to the car and at this moment, I couldn't speak properly.. I was stuttering.. Is he - Is he <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">cr</span>-crying? The lady <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">coolly</span> said, no he is doing just fine. Soon in minutes, the fire engine came and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">everyone's</span> attention was on me.<br /><br />There were so many people flocked around me, the office got confused and asked 'whose car is it?' I raised my hand and came forward. He asked me questions like 'are you the mom? since how long the kid is in the car? etc.' They started their work, trying to unlock before they decide to break the window. More people stopped by and were asking other's what happened and the message passed on something like this 'she locked the car, the keys are inside and her kid too!' In their eyes I looked like one of those mom, who went shopping and locked her kid in the car. Whatever they thought, I was least bothered. My only focus was to get him out of the car asap!<br /><br />Three officers tried and one of them said they have to break the window and asked me which one do they break? Without thinking much about the cost of the replacement window, I said the passenger side. The other gentleman said, that would cost you lot, why don't you go with the rear end one. I just <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">nodded</span> yes. And then my heart broke when the officer saw my kid and said he started crying. When I saw him cry I couldn't hold onto my emotions. I was like get him outta there asap. I don't care about the cost. Soon the office started to put duct tape onto the window when out of the blue the other office says, give me 30 secs. I almost got it. He tried and tried and finally he opened. I rushed and unbuckled and took him out of the baked car!<br /><br />I never saw my kid cry that bad. He was all soaked up in sweat and his voice was all... well he was shivering. They took my address and my licence number and left. I stayed with my kid in the car, fed him some water and held him in my arms until he was quite. I went and bought which I wanted to buy and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">walmart</span> while my kid was having fun walking in the store checking out gal's dresses! Everyone who worked there started asking 'is he <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">OK</span>? he seems to be okay now!'<br /><br />Though the whole thing lasted for about 30 mins I guess, on the way back home, I couldn't stop crying.. how can I be so foolish? How can I be so careless? Am I a bad mom?<br /><br />Sure this will haunt me the rest of my life.ArChaNaRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13216684783621283951noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14909000.post-18196098260107116862009-06-14T01:57:00.001-07:002009-06-14T02:18:29.848-07:00Sleep<div style="text-align: center;">Its Saturday and its girls night out. Who you think is coming over to my place. Well, I am supposed to meet the sleeping beauty this night, but somehow she didn't show up so far and so here I am waiting for her endlessly with droopy eyes hoping that she will show up sometime soon before its dawn.<br /><br />Oh! dear sleeping beauty, you better come soon before my kid wakes up. I cannot hear my husband snoring, or some bird chirping near my window. Instead, I want to hear your beautiful voice, singing a beautiful lullaby, to which I can go deep into the sleep.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://comps.fotosearch.com/bigcomps/UNX/UNX360/u12252927.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 180px;" src="http://comps.fotosearch.com/bigcomps/UNX/UNX360/u12252927.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />When will you show up, dear? Its 2:15 am already.<br />I am dying to meet you<br />I am dying to meet you.<br /></div>ArChaNaRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13216684783621283951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14909000.post-80965193110067964372009-05-28T14:10:00.000-07:002009-05-28T14:12:55.671-07:00If - Rudyard Kipling<div style="font-family: times new roman;" dir="ltr" align="left"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"><span>Difficult day.</span></span></div> <div style="font-family: times new roman;" dir="ltr" align="left"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"><span>This struck a chord with me.</span></span></div><p style="margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: 12pt; margin-right: 0in; font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b><span style="font-size: 9pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 204);">--------------------------<br /></span></b></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: 12pt; margin-right: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b><span style="font-size: 9pt;">If you can keep your head when all about you</span></b><span style="font-size: 9pt;"><br /></span><b><span style="font-size: 9pt;">Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,</span></b><span style="font-size: 9pt;"><br /></span><b><span style="font-size: 9pt;">If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you</span></b><span style="font-size: 9pt;"><br /></span><b><span style="font-size: 9pt;">But make allowance for their doubting too,</span></b><span style="font-size: 9pt;"><br /></span><b><span style="font-size: 9pt;">If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,</span></b><span style="font-size: 9pt;"><br /></span><b><span style="font-size: 9pt;">Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,</span></b><span style="font-size: 9pt;"><br /></span><b><span style="font-size: 9pt;">Or being hated, don't give way to hating,</span></b><span style="font-size: 9pt;"><br /></span><b><span style="font-size: 9pt;">And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:</span></b><span style="font-size: 9pt;"></span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: 12pt; margin-right: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b><span style="font-size: 9pt;">If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,</span></b><span style="font-size: 9pt;"><br /></span><b><span style="font-size: 9pt;">If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;</span></b><span style="font-size: 9pt;"><br /></span><b><span style="font-size: 9pt;">If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster</span></b><span style="font-size: 9pt;"><br /></span><b><span style="font-size: 9pt;">And treat those two impostors just the same;</span></b><span style="font-size: 9pt;"><br /></span><b><span style="font-size: 9pt;">If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken</span></b><span style="font-size: 9pt;"><br /></span><b><span style="font-size: 9pt;">Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,</span></b><span style="font-size: 9pt;"><br /></span><b><span style="font-size: 9pt;">Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,</span></b><span style="font-size: 9pt;"><br /></span><b><span style="font-size: 9pt;">And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:</span></b><span style="font-size: 9pt;"></span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: 12pt; margin-right: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b><span style="font-size: 9pt;">If you can make one heap of all your winnings</span></b><span style="font-size: 9pt;"><br /></span><b><span style="font-size: 9pt;">And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,</span></b><span style="font-size: 9pt;"><br /></span><b><span style="font-size: 9pt;">And lose, and start again at your beginnings</span></b><span style="font-size: 9pt;"><br /></span><b><span style="font-size: 9pt;">And never breath a word about your loss;</span></b><span style="font-size: 9pt;"><br /></span><b><span style="font-size: 9pt;">If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew</span></b><span style="font-size: 9pt;"><br /></span><b><span style="font-size: 9pt;">To serve your turn long after they are gone,</span></b><span style="font-size: 9pt;"><br /></span><b><span style="font-size: 9pt;">And so hold on when there is nothing in you</span></b><span style="font-size: 9pt;"><br /></span><b><span style="font-size: 9pt;">Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"</span></b><span style="font-size: 9pt;"></span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: 12pt; margin-right: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b><span style="font-size: 9pt;">If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,</span></b><span style="font-size: 9pt;"><br /></span><b><span style="font-size: 9pt;">Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,</span></b><span style="font-size: 9pt;"><br /></span><b><span style="font-size: 9pt;">If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;</span></b><span style="font-size: 9pt;"><br /></span><b><span style="font-size: 9pt;">If all men count with you, but none too much,</span></b><span style="font-size: 9pt;"><br /></span><b><span style="font-size: 9pt;">If you can fill the unforgiving minute</span></b><span style="font-size: 9pt;"><br /></span><b><span style="font-size: 9pt;">With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,</span></b><span style="font-size: 9pt;"><br /></span><b><span style="font-size: 9pt;">Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,</span></b><span style="font-size: 9pt;"><br /></span><b><span style="font-size: 9pt;">And--you'll be a Man, my son!</span></b><span style="font-size: 9pt;"></span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0in; line-height: 12pt; margin-right: 0in; font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><em style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><b><span style="font-size: 9pt;">--Rudyard Kipling</span></b></em><span style="font-size: 9pt; color: black;"></span></span></p> <p style="font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;"> </span></span></p>ArChaNaRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13216684783621283951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14909000.post-46655337647149949062009-05-10T11:37:00.000-07:002009-05-11T13:16:34.170-07:00Happy Mother's Day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://kethry.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/mother_child_79.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 317px;" src="http://kethry.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/mother_child_79.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Sometimes I wonder, do you need a special day to express your love towards your mom or how she makes a difference in your lives. I never thought about this all my life. As a kid, I never knew what Mother's Day was or that there was a special day dedicated to the mothers from across the globe. When it got popular like Valentines Day, I just went with the crowd, buy a cute or meaningful card and flowers to my mom. I never took it to heart or so seriously as I do now. Then, I did all that so that I could answer to my friends. It was more like a prestige amongst my friends. Yes, there were times when I forgot and make up the next day with a cute card which said " You rock mom. Happy mother's Day."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Even when I was in college, I gave more importance to Valentines' day and why wouldn't I. I was studying in the prestigious college and guys asking you for a date was like as if the spotlight is on you amongst many others. Sure it was fun.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Today, I'm in my mid 20's and a mom for the first time, I realize the importance of being a mother and this day. Until then you take her for granted. Sure you would go to her when you are hurt, when you got highest marks in school, you please her when you want to go to a movie with friends and let her take the blame when your father scolds you, it's endless! For anything, you approach her. She listens patiently to your boring conversation, even if its the 100th time you are saying, she gives you moral support when nobody believes in you, she is your best friend when everyone befriends you, she cries when you get hurt.</span> <span style="font-family:times new roman;">She cares for you and I think she deserves a day off</span> and <span style="font-family:times new roman;">so on this day, I want to tell my mother Thank You for being there all the times and I Love You mom.</span> <span style="font-family:times new roman;">You Rock! and this time I mean it.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Picture courtesy:<a href="http://kethry.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/mother_child_79.jpg">Mother & Child</a></span>ArChaNaRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13216684783621283951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14909000.post-69220781481581524592009-04-24T16:10:00.000-07:002009-04-24T16:11:20.458-07:00play time<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCXTQGDe5PI/SfJDw3Dv1pI/AAAAAAAAATQ/ZOs75Tuhi7Y/s1600-h/DSC04742.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCXTQGDe5PI/SfJDw3Dv1pI/AAAAAAAAATQ/ZOs75Tuhi7Y/s320/DSC04742.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328395815825168018" border="0" /></a>That's my baby playing with wheat flour. It seems like he was born yesterday. Gosh they grow up so fast.<br /></div>ArChaNaRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13216684783621283951noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14909000.post-26767257152849525872009-03-18T18:20:00.000-07:002009-03-18T19:02:51.339-07:00Thinking too much?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCXTQGDe5PI/ScGltuH8hjI/AAAAAAAAALY/2LsMy_B_Wu4/s1600-h/thought.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCXTQGDe5PI/ScGltuH8hjI/AAAAAAAAALY/2LsMy_B_Wu4/s320/thought.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314711240167949874" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" >Too many thoughts running on my mind. For a minute I'm thinking about how to get a job a</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" >n</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" >d then again..in which field. With the given situation in the market, I don't know whether or not I will get a job. I tired in the finance field, but who would hire me with experience less than an year when highly </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" >experienced guys out there are fighting for that job. How can I out stand them? The only job offers I get are the marketing one's, especially from insurance companies. I like marketing jobs, don't get me wrong, but most of them are only commission and bonus based. I was excited when I got a call from one of the insurance company. It was a 1 -2 year training program and then they'd help me set up my own</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" > agent office. Sounds great right?<br /><br />It did sound awesome, but... ah! I was stuck there - but what if ... I don't make much money. There are so many agents from the same insurance company in the same area and how the hell would I sustain in that competition. All these thoughts kept me occupied and for the first time in my life I felt I made a mistake by not even trying it.<br /><br />Times change. Before I got pregnant and all, I took everything as a challenge and wanted to try everything and anything.. let's risk it! was my attitude then, but now, oh boy! its totally opposite... you have a family which you need to take care of, an added constant worry. But should I put that as an excuse for not even giving it a try?<br /><br />Now, I just want to land up in a 9-5 job, with a standard meal with some dessert now and then.. </span> </span>ArChaNaRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13216684783621283951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14909000.post-38654953132086320892009-03-14T22:36:00.001-07:002009-03-14T22:36:31.199-07:00I Pledge Widget<script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/497f7f9366594b48/49bc93de131bb9f7/498cd0f4edce2372/b1bc11d4/widget.js"></script>ArChaNaRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13216684783621283951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14909000.post-17913961811461964442009-02-22T22:53:00.000-08:002009-02-22T22:54:04.734-08:00Baby Bath<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/brlq2xyUtlc&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/brlq2xyUtlc&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>I was watching America's funniest home videos the other night and I saw this video, a kid who wants to have a bath. I don't get bored no matter how many times I watch this video. Can't stop laughing.. so cute!ArChaNaRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13216684783621283951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14909000.post-86502020098154969302009-01-15T11:44:00.000-08:002009-01-15T11:48:41.987-08:00Satyam Saga<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCXTQGDe5PI/SW-TDYFQOnI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7cw7R7suXNI/s1600-h/raju-ka-dhaba.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCXTQGDe5PI/SW-TDYFQOnI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7cw7R7suXNI/s320/raju-ka-dhaba.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291609773396998770" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">The recent Satyam scam has left people think, discuss and ofcourse complain. Though this is the first time in india, we have seen companies in the US go through similar situations. It is quite unfortunate that this has happened at a crucial juncture.<br /><br />This had such an effect on my cousins working in Satyam. Touchwood, they are safe, but they are worried. To let go off the pressure, we decided to come up with something creative. One of my cousin came up with a poem.<br /><br /><br />p.s: do not take this seriously<br /><br /><br /><br /></span><blockquote><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Raju Raju<br /></span><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Yes baba<br />Cheating us<br />No baba<br />Telling Lies<br />No baba<br />Open the balance sheet<br />HA HA HA<br /><br />---------------------------------<br /><br />Raju Raju sat on the wall<br />Raju Raju had a great fall<br />Balance sheet died<br />Shareholders cried<br />Raju Raju made a fraud</span></em></blockquote><br />----------------------------------------<br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Related Links:<br /></span><a href="http://www.hello.sanver.com/?p=25"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Satyam Saga : in cartoons</span></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span><a href="http://www.cxotoday.com/India/News/Satyam_Scam_Creates_Online_Frenzy/551-97600-912.html"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Satyam scam creates online frenzy</span></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span><a href="http://specials.rediff.com/money/2009/jan/14slde1-satyam-scam-so-who-is-to-blame.htm"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Satyam scam: So who is to blame?</span></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span><a href="http://www.siliconindia.com/shownews/Satyam_scam_taint_to_faint_IT_captains_differ_-nid-50826.html/1/2"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Satyam scam: taint to faint? IT captains differ </span></a><br /><a href="http://economictimes.indiatimes.com/Opinion/The_Satyam-Maytas_saga/articleshow/3954161.cms"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">The Satyam-Maytas saga</span></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span><a href="http://zinnov.com/blog/?p=157"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">India’s Enron - The Satyam Saga: Whose aftershocks are still being felt</span></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> </span>ArChaNaRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13216684783621283951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14909000.post-15459531143782363982009-01-14T10:41:00.000-08:002009-01-15T10:43:32.981-08:00Happy Sankranti<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCXTQGDe5PI/SW-DeeJks-I/AAAAAAAAAKU/CIIzO_AUXTI/s1600-h/DSC04579.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291592646696154082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCXTQGDe5PI/SW-DeeJks-I/AAAAAAAAAKU/CIIzO_AUXTI/s320/DSC04579.JPG" border="0" /></a> Lord Ganesha<br /></div>ArChaNaRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13216684783621283951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14909000.post-25923580915219653042008-11-14T04:49:00.000-08:002008-11-14T05:11:03.562-08:00Wife must be respected<a href="http://iowabiz.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/01/20/respect.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://iowabiz.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/01/20/respect.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>I came across an article today in deccan chronicle newspaper which read wife must be respected. I said to myself what a timing. For a long time I was thinking to write something similar, hope I will sometime soon. But for now, all you married guys or soon to be, go ahead, read and make a note of it. </em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em><br />> Don’t take your wife for granted. Do compliment her when she cooks well, looks after your home well…</em></span><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>> Give her the respect she deserves, especially in front of others. Never tick her off or make it seem she’s an airhead.</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>> Don’t let your mother get on her case and make her life miserable. Petty, small issues can be ignored, but when it gets out of hand, do damage control in the beginning itself. This doesn’t mean you should be rude to your mother, but tactfully handle her and explain how important your wife is to you, just like the mother is to you and how you are the one who is very upset with the fights.</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>> It doesn’t matter how much or little you earn, whatever the amount, share it with your wife. This gives a sense of belonging. Never say ‘my’ money.</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>> Extra marital affairs are a strict no-no. It will wreck your <span style="color:#000000;">marriage</span> and neither will you end up being happy with the other woman. Remember, the wife is the <strong>Lakshmi</strong> of the house, you make her cry, keep her unhappy, ill-treat her… your home will never be a happy place.</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><em>A happy marriage is where both husband and wife are happy with each other.</em></div>ArChaNaRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13216684783621283951noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14909000.post-83755010669435592482008-09-21T03:56:00.000-07:002008-10-25T08:52:53.415-07:00Happiness is?<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Everyone has a different perspective on happiness. For all of us, happiness is when you achieve your dream/goal. And that doesn't happen overnight. One has to work hard, face the highs and lows, overcome rough paths, have a steady focus etc whatever you have to do in order to achieve that one big dream! right? </span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">So, in other words, you are not happy till you achieve it!</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Well, that's what my husband had to say when I asked him why are you sad all the time? why can't you be happy. He would say, I can be happy only when I reach the destination. I was surprised at his answer. I agree that one is happy when they accomplish their goals! </span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">On the contrary, I hate being sad. I just can't be. Even if I couldn't achieve my goals or reach the destination, I try not to forget to put a smile on my face. I counsel myself that may be there's a better route. Instead of thinking too much and cry till the tears dry, I try to look at other options. </span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I always tell everyone to have an optimistic attitude! It's true, we put all our efforts to make that one dream come true. Its good to have a steady focus but that should not be the only motive. </span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">So people, my only advice to all of you </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Be happy.<br />Let happiness rule over you and not sadness. </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>And don't forget that happiness lies in the journey, not in reaching the destination.</em> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261103754134710178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCXTQGDe5PI/SQMx_WesZ6I/AAAAAAAAAKM/KjhHu3mMBIw/s320/DSC01966.JPG" border="0" /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">my cousin's kid</span></div>ArChaNaRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13216684783621283951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14909000.post-17348251431871030612008-07-13T19:46:00.000-07:002008-07-13T19:55:53.754-07:00Busy mom<div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222696006664863650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 383px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="383" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCXTQGDe5PI/SHq-WNccP6I/AAAAAAAAAHY/Hx-7GQYTkyQ/s320/week_8.png" width="372" border="0" /><span style="color:#000000;"><strong>This is exactly what I'm going through :)</strong></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">Pic courtesy: </span><a href="http://babycenter.com/"><span style="font-size:85%;">Baby Center</span></a></div>ArChaNaRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13216684783621283951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14909000.post-32015966204267476322008-03-18T23:27:00.000-07:002008-03-18T23:32:28.962-07:00Krazzy song lyrics<a href="http://im.rediff.com/movies/2008/feb/22look2.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 50%; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 50%" alt="" src="http://im.rediff.com/movies/2008/feb/22look2.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;">The new song krazzy from the movie Krazzy 4, an item song by shahrukh khan where he dresses up like MJ has been creating waves. Everybody seems to be going crazy, especially the kids! But only few of them understood what the lyrics are. So, for those who want to rhyme along, here are the lyrics.<br /><br />p.s: you are welcome to correct if any mistakes in the lyrics<br /></span><blockquote><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330000;">heads up yo…<br /><br />krazzy with a k… thst’s the way…<br />say k… r… a… zee… zee… y…<br />do it anyway… just put the k…<br />in k… r… a… zee… zee… y…<br /><br />break free gotta get some chutti<br />tod do deewaron ko<br />break free ab kholo muthi…<br />chheen lo duniya se more…<br /><br />break free gotta get some chutti<br />tod do deewaron ko<br />break free ab kholo muthi…<br />chheen lo duniya se more…<br /><br />krazzy with a k… thst’s the way…<br />say k… r… a… zee… zee… y…<br />do it anyway… just put the k…<br />in k… r… a… zee… zee… y…<br /><br />heads up yo…<br /><br />i don’t play mild…i just go wild…<br />like there’s no tomorrow…<br />so get with me… and you will see…<br />kya hai crazy deewano…<br /><br />you gotta rule… yeh na tu bhool…<br />ki tu hai cool oh yaaron…<br />zara dil khol ke mujhko bol…<br />what’s in your soul batado…<br /><br />so if you wanna… yeah… yeah..<br />dil hai deewanana… yeah… yeah…<br />1 and 2 and 3 and 3…<br />swing it with me doston…<br /><br />break free gotta get some chutti<br />tod do deewaron ko<br />break free ab kholo muthi…<br />chheen lo duniya se more…<br /><br />dont’t mess with me<br />coz i’m crazy<br />anyhting you say baby<br />that don’t faze me<br />can nobody stop me now<br />cause i break free<br />lets go wild<br /><br />this world will kill…<br />your beating dil…<br />magar himmat na haaro…<br />you got to prove…<br />you got the groove…<br />zara taaqat dikhado…<br /><br />you gotta sing…<br />and do your thing…<br />jo kehta wo dil gaao…<br />dikhake smile…<br />show me your style…<br />churao dil hazaron…<br /><br />so if you wanna… yeah… yeah..<br />dil hai deewanana… yeah… yeah…<br />1 and 2 and 3 and 3…<br />swing it with me doston…<br /><br />break free gotta get some chutti<br />tod do deewaron ko<br />break free ab kholo muthi…<br />chheen lo duniya se more…<br /><br />break free gotta get some chutti<br />tod do deewaron ko<br />break free ab kholo muthi…<br />chheen lo duniya se more…<br /><br />krazzy with a k… thst’s the way…<br />say k… r… a… zee… zee… y…<br />do it anyway… just put the k…<br />in k… r… a… zee… zee… y…<br /><br />heads up yo</span></em></blockquote>ArChaNaRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13216684783621283951noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14909000.post-76510676946787820182008-03-16T08:03:00.000-07:002008-03-16T10:20:58.258-07:009/22/07<div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">I can never forget that day for it was not just a special day but a memorable one. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Too many feelings in those few minutes. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Excitement, Happiness, Fear, Anxiety, Speechless and what not!!</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">There are many such moments in my life but this one took my breath away. I was overwhelmed with joy. I was all blushing. My face was all red and did not even notice the tears rolling down my cheeks. There was a question mark on my face when I looked myself in the mirror. It was only after few minutes, I came to my senses, keeping fingers crossed and glanced at it once more. This time with confidence, I marched towards the living room where Uday was sitting on the floor, gazing at the laptop screen, chatting with his colleagues, working on his project work. I called him once and stood still beside the sofa like a statue not uttering another word. He was puzzled when he looked at me, but the expressions on my face (which I could not hide it) gave a hint. </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;">It was then I uttered those two words <em>"<span style="color:#000000;">I'm Pregnant</span>." </em></span></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">He was shocked or rather surprised I must say. He stopped typing. For those few seconds, there was pin drop silence. And the first word he said was "really?" I nodded my head in approval and replied back saying "yes." </span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><br /><br>That was it! He put his laptop aside and came towards me. We both looked at each other, hugged and sat in silence thinking about the new member, a kid (apart from Uday and me) who would change our lives! </span></div>ArChaNaRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13216684783621283951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14909000.post-19245055695000853922008-03-11T02:43:00.000-07:002008-03-11T02:54:53.147-07:00Challenge<a href="http://www.pjlighthouse.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/11/challenge.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.pjlighthouse.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/11/challenge.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;">Challenges makes life interesting; overcoming it is what makes life all the more meaningful!</span></em></div>ArChaNaRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13216684783621283951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14909000.post-40130755727869730822008-03-07T22:50:00.000-08:002008-03-07T23:07:00.732-08:00Happy Women's Day<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCXTQGDe5PI/R9I6jmxX6AI/AAAAAAAAAEM/7K1qKHCaWpw/s1600-h/Women%27s%2520Day%2520copy%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175263305179588610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCXTQGDe5PI/R9I6jmxX6AI/AAAAAAAAAEM/7K1qKHCaWpw/s320/Women%27s%2520Day%2520copy%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em>Feminism's agenda is basic: It asks that women not be forced to 'choose' between public justice and private happiness.</em> <div><p align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;">- Susan Faludi, Pulitzer Prize-winning journalist, Backlash: The Undeclared War Against American Women </span></p></div>ArChaNaRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13216684783621283951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14909000.post-19535271158943352872007-08-22T15:14:00.000-07:002008-03-08T01:04:58.549-08:00Uday's Music CompilationsIts been a while since i postested anything here.. I guess I made a similar post some time ago.. anyways.. I will try not to brag about why I am not blogging or whatever.<br /><br />Recently, Uday complied some songs.. and I'd be happy if you listened the songs and make recomendations. Listen as many times, tell your friends and if you like it you can purchase the entire album or your favorite song.<br /><br />If you click on the link above it will take you to the artist profile page.<br /><br />Enjoy the songs!<br />My favorite pick is KanZaman.. love it!<br />To Listen More of his compilations check it out below.<br /><br /><br /><embed name="amiePlayer" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://amiestreet.com/player/amie.swf?playlist_url=" width="500" height="273" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" swliveconnect="true" source_user_id="0" jump_to_track="1&instance_id=" autoplay="false&set_volume_level="></embed>ArChaNaRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13216684783621283951noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14909000.post-40416360598218837332007-07-12T11:17:00.000-07:002007-07-12T11:19:06.651-07:00Sivaji Style lyricsGive Me One Time Style Yea...<br />Give Me Two Time Style Yea...<br />Give Me Three Time Somethin ...<br /><br />Oru Koodai Sunlight<br />Oru Koodai Moonlight<br />Ondraaga Sertha Colour Thaaney En White...<br /><br />Appatha Vecha Karuppey...<br />Ippothaan Sekka Sevappey...<br />Yeppothum Pachai Thamizhan...<br />Ippo Naan Vellai Thamizhan...<br /><<a href="http://archie.lipsmusic.net/archives/2007/07/10/music/sivaji-the-boss-style-lyrics/">more</a>>ArChaNaRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13216684783621283951noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14909000.post-70412456582436824752007-04-23T12:11:00.001-07:002007-04-23T12:44:16.620-07:00new template.. lots to update<a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCXTQGDe5PI/Ri0IbFWToKI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2PEWpZG15QU/s1600-h/DSC01730.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCXTQGDe5PI/Ri0IbFWToKI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2PEWpZG15QU/s200/DSC01730.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056707217992163490" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">ah.. looks whoz back with an Iguana! can't believe my eyes that i am here writing another post.. within a gap of 3 days.. this has to get into the guiness book! .. lol!</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">oh there's good news.. alas! the airlines found my bag... I was so relieved when i heard that..but now i got one more thing to worry about... i have a midterm this week n like i always say..'I'm in no mood to study' .. I hate exams! Right now all I want to do is watch The Da Vinci Code.. I know the movie isn't that good, but I got no other activities to do.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">I love the new change! I mean the template...the whole blogroll list is gone though.. and other lists which I have change.. </span><span style="font-family:georgia;">and needless to say I love the change in me too! </span><span style="font-family:georgia;">I know there are lottsa questions pointing.. but don't wanna think about or answer.<br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Lets just say I was suffering from '</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >blogger's block</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >' ..lol!</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/95/250249774_be60b5e103_o.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 148px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/95/250249774_be60b5e103_o.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">courtesy: <a href="http://labnol.blogspot.com/2006/09/how-to-overcome-bloggers-block.html">Digital Inspiration</a><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div>ArChaNaRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13216684783621283951noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14909000.post-58756549238592151652007-04-19T10:39:00.000-07:002007-04-19T11:57:20.920-07:00no title post<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCXTQGDe5PI/RierHVWToHI/AAAAAAAAAAg/VvtE39rDYE4/s1600-h/DSC01513.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCXTQGDe5PI/RierHVWToHI/AAAAAAAAAAg/VvtE39rDYE4/s320/DSC01513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055197249224810610" border="0" /></a><br />ah! finally after a long pause, here I am back to my blog. I don't know why I was away all these months.. feels a bit weird though. I am looking out for reasons, but nothing comes to my mind... why I was away from my own blog? Anyways, i don't wanna break my head thinking... 'coz i am already having a bad headache.. argh!<br /><br />I don't even know what I am writing here... but got lotsa updates... and i hope to continue to write here abt all my updates... the latest one... been to Mexico this last weekend (14th -17th Apr).. I just finished uploading the pictures on <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rowdie/sets/72157600092871386/">flickr</a><br /><br />We really had a good time there... except for one issue... the airlines with which we were flying misplaced one of our bag... it's been 2 days now and still no clue about it :(( ... this is really upsetting me... all the gifts which i bought in mexico are there in that bag. Oh God! I just wish they find my bag and send to my place safely! All mixed emotions running in my head... i feel like shouting at the airlines for their carelessness, but if i did that I'm not sure if they will find my bag.<br /><br />Lets just hope they find it. *fingers crossed*<br /><br /><br />p.s: the above pic is taken in montery bay, CA.ArChaNaRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13216684783621283951noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14909000.post-1850983328459947242006-11-26T00:03:00.000-08:002006-11-27T00:03:30.189-08:00I'm back ?<span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;">I guess I better not repeat those two words again in the near future.. 'I'm back' ? .. if I did so, I am pretty sure my blogger friends gonna kick me real bad ;)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;">The reason for not being "regular" on blogspot ?</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;">I'm too busy .... or lets say... caught up with my studies ... or this one's the best : oops! I totally forgot I have a blog space here?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;">Well I can come up with numerous reasons, but I somehow feel guilty for coming up with silly reasons!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;">So what's new with me? lot of things happening on my end, except for my MBA classes! Few months ago, I gave a small dance show on-stage .. in front of .. lets say ... 1000 people? did I say it was a group dance? yep... it was a group dance... even uploaded the video... you can watch it </span><a style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;" href="http://archie.lipsmusic.net/archives/2006/10/09/personal/my-andhra-cultural-festival/">here</a><span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"> .. it was fun though! endless days n nights of practice and most interesting part is I felt I was back to my college days! was refreshing after 3 years of my stay in the US of A.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;">Recently we decided to step in the movie business.. I mean.. screening movies in theatre.. we both and few of our friends decided to screen a telugu movie here in the bay area.. movie named Maya Bazaar... everything went fine.. until we hit the bad news... but hey.. we will still be screening the movie.. most likely in December.. I even made a trailer to promote the movie ... i mean using the images... so watch and do let me know your feedback on it.. </span><a style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;" href="http://archie.lipsmusic.net/archives/2006/11/06/moviez/mayabazaar-2006-preview/">watch it here</a><span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;">... will let you know if we still plan to screen the movie here in the bay area so that you can tell your friends living in california.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;">One more update, recently my brother-in-law.. aka uday's bro came from India... so you can imagine.. how busy I am right now! ... cooking, shopping... blah blah...</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;">p.s: whatever I said so far are excuses for being irregular </span><a style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7752/1819/1600/803761/smile_wink.gif"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7752/1819/200/673993/smile_wink.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a>ArChaNaRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13216684783621283951noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14909000.post-87549392448787805712006-09-21T10:31:00.000-07:002006-09-21T10:47:22.396-07:00Chocolate Cake<span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >This post is especially for chocolate cake lovers and who love to bake... Chocolate cake (aka Chocolate Death Cake).. Many ppl have asked me for the recipe and I am so sorry for posting it late.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">FOR CAKE</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">INGREDIENTS:</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">-------------</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">- 1/2 cup butter</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">- 4 eggs</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">- 1/4 tsp salt</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">- 1 cup flour</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">- 1 cup sugar</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">- 1/2 cup vanilla extract</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">- 1/2 tsp baking powder</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">- 1/4 cup cocoa powder</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">- 1/4 cup hot coffee or boiling water</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">- 1/4 Milk</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >For egg less cake, replace eggs with vinegar</span><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7752/1819/1600/chocolate%20cake.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7752/1819/200/chocolate%20cake.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">FOR FROSTING</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">INGREDIENTS:</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">-------------</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">- 1 1/4 cups Heavy cream</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">- 1/4 cup light corn syrup</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">- 1/4 cup Butter</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">- Chopped Milk Chocolate</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">FOR ASSEMBLY</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">INGREDIENTS:</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">-------------</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">- 1/4 ounce chocolate covered with toffee bars (only for double layered</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> cake)</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">- Cadbury's or Hershey's Milk Chocolate</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">PROCEDURE</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">CAKE:</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">-----------</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">1. Seive maida, cocoa powder and baking powder.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">2. To melted butter add sugar & vanilla extract.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">3. Separate egg white from yolk and beat the egg white till it becomes</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> soft and foamy.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">4. To the mixed maida add the mixed butter and the egg white.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">5. Mix well until there are no lumps or till it becomes soft.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">6. Grease the baking dish & add the mixed contents</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">7. Pre heat the over to 125’ C and place the baking dish in the center</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> rack for 15-20 minutes</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">8. Remove from the baking dish and let it cool.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">FROSTING:</span><a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7752/1819/1600/1choc-cake.1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7752/1819/200/1choc-cake.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">----------</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">1. Combine heavy cream, light corn syrup and butter in a heavy saucepan</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">2. Whisk over medium heat until the mixture begins to simmer</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">3. Add chopped milk chocolate</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">4. Reduce heat to low and whisk for about 1 minute till frosting is smooth and then transfer to a large bowl</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">5. Fill another bowl with ice. Set bottom of the bowl with frosting atop ice</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">6. Whisk for 8 minutes until frosting is cool and begins to thicken</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">7. Place bowl of frosting on a work table and using electric mixer, beat</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">until the color lightens & just until frosting becomes thicker enough to</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">form soft peaks.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">8. Leave it for 2 minutes</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">(Frosting will continue to thicken as it stands)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">ASSEMBLY:</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">----------</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">1. If double layered cake, place 1 cake layer, flat side up on a plate or</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">a round cardboard</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">2. Top layer with 1 ½ cups frosting, spreading to edge.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">3. Sprinkle evenly with diced toffee</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">4. Place 2nd cake layer, flat side down and press slightly to adhere</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">5. Spread thin layer of frosting over top & sides of cake to seal & set</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">crumbs</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">6. Spread remaining frosting over top & sides of cake [if frosting becomes</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">stiffer, stir gently with a spoon/spatula to loosen]</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">7. Stand Chocolate bar on a work table on a short end. Using vegetable</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">peeler, starting at top edge of 1 side, run peeler down length of the bar</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">8. Pile Chocolate curls atop cake</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Voila!<br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7752/1819/1600/cake1.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7752/1819/200/cake1.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">> If you want to write something on the cake, then don’t decorate with</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">chocolate curls.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">> The same procedure works for single layer cake except for the toffee bars.</span>ArChaNaRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13216684783621283951noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14909000.post-1157590840350811992006-09-06T17:35:00.000-07:002006-09-06T18:00:40.506-07:00Hi ya'llYo! I'm back :D<br /><br />phew... gosh I'm so happy that my finals are over.. *arch takes a deep breath* .. I feel so relieved from those big fat books. <br /><br />The exams were done by thursday actually and made a mini trip to Lake Sonoma for the long weekend, which is like 2 hr drive from our place. We went there thinking we might get a glimpse of oldest redwood trees, which is a few miles away from Lake Sonoma and I didn't tell Uday abt tht ... I so wanted to see the lake sonoma and Uday wanted to see the redwoods...(shhhh! don't tell this to uday)<br /><br />Oh! I even saw Lage Raho Munna Bhai on friday... awesome movie! loved it! I guess it was the first day first show... but we were damn lucky... got the tickets on time! yippiiee!!!<br /><br /> And that how I spent my long weekend. I had a great time.. didn't havta cook ;) But again, I'm bored right now... I feel like taking another mini trip... lets see what uday will say! So for time being, I started solving another jigsaw puzzle... got tired solving it.. so I decided to give a new look to my blog... I'm still working on it... currently I just replaced the old sunflower with new one and also the color of my blog title. <br /><br />So, what's your opinion on the new look? <br /><br />p.s: I will post the trip pictures pretty soon.ArChaNaRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13216684783621283951noreply@blogger.com4