Toy Story

I have a couple of posts in mind (one in an actual draft!) but clearly I’ve not devoted enough time to write them down nicely. I had time all week and last week but now that life got hectic, I am suddenly motivated to do everything but study and work. Hence, me sleeping in the afternoon and watching Toy Story and writing about it.

I had been recommended to watch Toy Story by a friend every time she emailed. It was way overdue. I’m really glad I watched it, though. It reminded me again of how I ought to keep my prejudices and pre-conceived notions aside and just watch it.

I had a 4-hour class on Saturday. Saturdays are usually for waking up late and spending time all day in your room, on your laptop, doing Universe knows what. But today, after class, I watched Toy Story.

Toy Story is totally my kind of film. It has talking toys. Why I wasn’t hooked to that way before I was born is still a mystery to me. The toys have feelings and a feeling of kinship among themselves. They are always scared when it’s presents time for Andy, because they are all worried that the new toy will not get along with them, or worse, cast the old ones aside to make way for the new “favourite”. Which is exactly what happens, when Buzz Lightyear replaces Woody as Andy’s new favourite toy.

I loved it. It has some really fun moments and some “aww” moments, some disturbing moments (when they show Sid’s toys) and in the end, you are rooting for the toys. Some may think that we have lost our minds, but I know now that every time I pass by a toy store, I’m sure as hell going to see if they’re talking or moving. If I had any toys I’d spy on them every now and then but since I don’t, my best option is to spy on the roadside ones.  It makes you think what the story writers were going through when they wrote the story. It makes me want to write such amazing stories. It also makes me want to think like a child again, imaginative and no bounds. Let’s hope that at least once in a while, I can (adulting is just super boring most of the times).

Here’s the update:

  1. Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs
  2. Pinocchio
  3. Fantasia
  4. Dumbo
  5. Bambi
  6. Saludos Amigos
  7. Victory Through Air Power
  8. The Three Caballeros
  9. Make Mine Music
  10. Song of the South
  11. Fun and Fancy Free
  12. Melody Time
  13. The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr. Toad
  14. Cinderella
  15. Alice in Wonderland
  16. Peter Pan
  17. Lady and the Tramp
  18. Sleeping Beauty
  19. One Hundred and One Dalmatians
  20. The Sword in the Stone
  21. The Jungle Book
  22. The Aristocats
  23. Robin Hood
  24. The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh
  25. The Rescuers
  26. The Fox and the Hound
  27. The Black Cauldron
  28. The Great Mouse Detective
  29. Who Framed Roger Rabbit?
  30. Oliver and Company
  31. The Little Mermaid
  32. DuckTales the Movie
  33. The Rescuers Down Under
  34. Beauty and the Beast
  35. Aladdin
  36. The Nightmare Before Christmas
  37. The Lion King
  38. A Goofy Movie
  39. Pocahontas
  40. Toy Story
  41. James and the Giant Peach
  42. The Hunchback of Notre Dame
  43. Hercules
  44. Mulan
  45. A Bug’s Life
  46. Doug’s 1st Movie
  47. Tarzan
  48. Toy Story 2
  49. Fantasia 2000
  50. The Tigger Movie
  51. Dinosaur
  52. The Emperor’s New Groove
  53. Recess: School’s Out
  54. Atlantis: The Lost Empire
  55. Monsters, Inc.
  56. Return to Neverland
  57. Lilo and Stitch
  58. Spirited Away
  59. Treasure Planet
  60. The Jungle Book 2
  61. Piglet’s Big Movie
  62. Finding Nemo
  63. Brother Bear
  64. Teacher’s Pet
  65. Home on the Range
  66. The Incredibles
  67. Pooh’s Heffalump Movie
  68. Howl’s moving Castle
  69. Valiant
  70. Chicken Little
  71. Bambi II
  72. The Wild
  73. Cars
  74. Meet the Robinsons
  75. Ratatouille
  76. WALL-E
  77. Tinker Bell
  78. Roadside Romeo
  79. Bolt
  80. Up
  81. Ponyo
  82. Tinker Bell and the Lost Treasure
  83. A Christmas Carol
  84. The Princess and the Frog
  85. Toy Story 3
  86. Tales from Earthsea
  87. Tangled
  88. Gnomeo and Juliet
  89. Mars Needs Moms
  90. Cars 2
  91. Winnie the Pooh
  92. The Secret World of Arietty
  93. Arjun: the Warrior Prince
  94. Brave
  95. Secret of the Wings
  96. Frankenweenie
  97. Wreck-It Ralph
  98. Monsters University
  99. Planes
  100. Frozen
  101. The Pirate Fairy
  102. The Wind Rises
  103. Planes: Fire and Rescue
  104. Big Hero 6
  105. Strange Magic
  106. Tinker Bell and the Legend of the Neverbeast
  107. Inside Out 
  108. The Good Dinosaur
  109. Zootopia
  110. Finding Dory
  111. Moana
  112. Cars 3
  113. Coco
  114. Incredibles 2



Goblin: The Lonely and Great God

I don’t have any “AKAs” like I usually do. I can’t think of any at all.

I finished this K-drama last night and I’m probably one of the last people on this earth to watch it. I’d heard so much about this drama that I thought I really should watch it. I mean, most of the popular ones that I’ve watched were not over-rated at all. Like, Descendants of The Sun. And the writer who scripted for Descendants of the Sun also scripted Goblin. If you’ve watched either one (or none), you can expect a lot of drama (that you’ll later realize was a little too much at times), an AMAZING soundtrack (I’m listening to it as I’m typing this!) with a unique story line, a brilliant cast with some phenomenal acting skills and, unexpectedly, some really funny moments.

Where do I begin with this show? It was so good. I wanted to binge-watch the whole thing but I could only watch a handful of episodes each day. Which was a good thing because towards the end, I had to recover from each episode. It was so heavy and full of feels that some nights I just watched one episode.

I really really really loved the poster. This wasn’t the original release poster (the featured image) but I loved this one because it so brilliantly portrays the girl’s innocence and bliss and love while he stands there like someone who knows the pain of life but still chooses to live like this and love her. The contrast is stark and one can see how beautifully they are in love. The girl describes him as “a tall man with a sad smile.”

There are scenes where you laugh out loud and there are scenes where you cry and bawl your eyes out. It’s a huge emotional rollercoaster that will leave you emotional and sad for a long time. I’m sad and teary just thinking about it. I will probably feel the same way even weeks after.

Add to that, I want to rewatch it. I loved the 939-year-old Goblin himself so much that I want to watch it all over again, preferably for the first time, just for him. His character is so amazing. Sad and lonely but when he finds companions, friends, he loves them to the depth of his heart. And everyone loves him back the same way. Which makes it harder when the people he loves dies and he remains by himself.

I loved our female lead, Ji Eun Tak, whose character begins as a 19-year-old who is destined to be the Goblin’s bride. She is an orphan, living with her abusive aunt and cousins when she meets him. Even through all the troubles that she has undergone, she usually has a bright smile on her face and the Goblin has fallen in love with her immediately. She is so strong and optimistic that when the bad things happen to her, you want to take her away and wrap her in a blanket and look at that extremely beautiful deity in the face and say, “No. You will NOT have her.” That’s pretty much what our Goblin tried to do but unfortunately, there were some things that he couldn’t do either.

We have a Grim Reaper in the story, whose role is very much vital. He is such a cutie. He had sinned badly in his previous life, which is why he became a grim reaper, a punishment of sorts. But his world is turned upside down when he meets Sunny, the chicken shop owner where Eun Tak works. The intersection of their lives intertwined with the story of the Goblin and Eun Tak is just so well written. It’s the kind of story that makes your heart skip a beat and think, “One day, I want to write such a story.” It’s the kind of story that you cannot put into words. Your heart knows it so well. You just need to close your eyes and think for a moment, and the whole story is just replayed in your head.

I loved it. I can’t fault it. The only thing I found off was the fact that it was slow in a lot of places. That made things that much more emotional.



Actual rains.

I thought I’d seen enough rain all of June in Mumbai to know what to expect. But, the city just laughed and showed me today that whatever “rain” came down in June was just the warm up act.

It rained all night last night and all morning. I usually find it hard to get up on rainy mornings when I was in Bengaluru, but here, I got up earlier than usual and washed my hair and did some work and ate breakfast. Somehow, (I think it was the air) I wanted to get up soon after my alarm went off.

My first class was at 9 and I reached a while before. One could count the number of people that were in before 9:10 on two hands. The professor is usually late, so when he also came in, we were about three-quarters of our actual number. The whole city knows why. It is pouring buckets out there and it did not look like it would stop anytime soon.

The scene from our 5th floor lecture hall.

The rain poured down so hard that the usual, hazy-looking hill that one can see from the higher floors had almost disappeared. This is not the kind of rain I even imagined would be like. I didn’t know that this kind of rain even happened. If this was the case in Bengaluru, the city would shut down. But aamchi Mumbai is quite strong. Only one line of locals were cancelled, that too because a bridge collapsed. Otherwise, this rain, harder rain even, wouldn’t stop this city.

It’s almost dinner time as I’m finishing this up and it still hasn’t stopped raining. I’m not sick of it. Not yet, at least.

First June (Part 2)

This is the first June that I’ve spent outside home, in a brand-new city that I had earlier spent less than four days in, away from family and friends.

It’s the first June where I am sitting in a room, on my bed, in my little space and watch the rain pour outside and think, “Thank God I don’t have to travel for an hour to reach college!”

This is the first June where I’ve watched two films on one weekend in the theatres!

This is the first June where I have begun writing to myself in the future! It’s really fun and helps me relax greatly. I use this portal and the first letter I wrote will come to me in two years. I really thought of doing it by hand, you know, writing the letter out, sealing it in an envelope, but then, I cannot resist the temptation to read it off ASAP. So, this portal is really easy for me. I write, and I forget about it, and lo! Two years later, I have a letter in my inbox that my juvenile self wrote. I’m excited to get it!

This is the first June where I’m experiencing the full implications of “no dress code”.

This is the first June where I am motivated to dress up a little more boldly, like I’ve always wanted to. Skirts and more shoes and shorts (perhaps?) and even dresses, maybe. I’ve never felt confident enough to do it but being here, I feel like I can. If I just try.

This is the first June where I am beginning to have strong opinions of (sometimes against) important stuff.

This is the first June where I realized that I, also, inspite of being a loner and a people’s person (such paradox, right?), just needed time to fit in. Once that time is here, I own the place. Even if it is just the dining hall.

This is the first June where I’m learning another Indian language so diligently.

This is the first June that I’ve been to a party and actually enjoyed it! I didn’t find it all that pretentious or annoying.

This is the first June where I’m learning to be an even lesser of a judgmental person.

There is the first June that I am, yet again, rediscovering myself in totally different ways and different scenarios.

It’s the first June that I’ve had to use an expense tracker in my bullet journal and it has been really helpful!

And this first June ends today. It’s been one hell of a month.

Book shopping and city admiring

Since I live on the outskirts of the city of Mumbai, I’m closer to the smaller, prettier, better-planned city of Navi Mumbai than Mumbai itself. It is only two train stops away and after little researching, I learned from my bookstagram friend Tejasvi, that there’s a a year-round book fair happening there, which is really close to the station in Vashi. There was no way I was missing the opportunity to go.

The previous weekend was pretty drab. I just spent most of my time in my room, watching Brooklyn Nine-Nine on my phone. I only stopped when I realized I’ve had to charge my phone thrice and it had heated up so badly that I was afraid it was going to burst. I realized that I needed to go out and see the city, as soon as possible because if I push it further, I may be so deep into my coursework that I wouldn’t want to step out. Which is why, I decided that would go out once during the weekday.

The train station at Govandi.

Tuesdays are quite chill. We have class from 9 in the morning till lunch-time, after which we’re free. I thought it would be great to go then because it’s a half an hour journey one-way (which includes the trip to the station). My first friend here in Mumbai, Chai(ttanya), who’s a local to the state told me he’d take me there. I was thrilled. This is the first time I’ll ever be travelling by local trains (fondly, officially, everythingly called just “local”) and it was everything that I had expected it to be like. Perhaps my excitement was the only unexpected thing. The train ride was definitely the highlight of the whole trip (yes, even more than the books). The train ride, 8 minutes long, passes over a huge creek/estuary, where the river joins the sea. All around us are mangroves and this smallish-big-ish body of water was just a feast to look at. The trains themselves were just so fascinating. There’s one pole in the middle of the doorway and handles to cling on to on the inside. But I suppose when the trains are full, you wouldn’t need them anyway. Chai waited till we got a nice and empty train and the both of us, plus one of Chai’s friends, Ruth, went. Ruth is a local to the city and she told me all the best places to visit. Apparently, there’s a huge paper mart in the famous Crawford Market, where you get every single type of paper that’s ever been made. She gave me names of restaurants (including a Parsee one!) and also told me, specifically, to go the stationery street. She had a pen with a magnetic cap and I just died seeing that. I made Chai promise to take me there within this month (when I have enough money to shop all the stationery that I want). Just thinking of all the stationery that’s out there, waiting to be explored by me, makes me drool and makes my eyes go dreamy and lose myself in a day dream in the middle of class. I’m so excited for it.

After a while, Ruth parted ways with us. We watched her go in a shared auto, while she called “It was nice meeting you!” to me. We walked to the book fair, which was a ten minute walk from the station. The city of Navi Mumbai is a very carefully planned and executed city. Anyone can see that. The roads are wide and the pavements wider; traffic signals are evenly spaced and there are three malls just in sight. I don’t know why anyone would need three malls but Chai said “We’ll go some other day.” I agreed because, well, I’m not really a “mall” person.

The air was fresher here; and there was no haze that you see in Mumbai. In Mumbai, there’s so much pollution that you seem to be looking at the city through a really thin veil. Or fogged up glasses. The sight is hardly ever sharp. Sometimes vivid, but never sharp. But Navi Mumbai is sharp and vivid and it knows it. Walking around it, I know that if I lived here, I’d be a proud resident.

Vashi, Navi Mumbai

The book-fair was nice. Nothing new but it had been months since I’d been to a bookstore so we spent about two hours looking for books and hidden gems. It’s amazing how a little bit of patience and perseverance can help you find some amazing stuff. I went through the whole store three times before deciding what I wanted to buy for sure. It was a books-by-weight sort of thing so we found books with a red label on them, which were 300 Rs per KG. We bought them and the walked back to the station. It was evening and the weather had cooled down a bit so it was a nice walk. The train we took back to college was even more emptier and we actually got seats! We sat for most of the way and when we got back to college, I took the “Vashi return” tickets from him to stick in my bullet journal.

What I learned so far in Mumbai (ed.2):

  1. DO NOT do any stunts on a moving train, even if it tempts you. You will die, I’m telling you.
  2. Now that I’ve actually travelled in one, I can write better and from experience.
  3. Two phrases in Marathi!
  4. My desire to go to Crawford market surpasses my desire to sit in and read or watch Brooklyn Nine-Nine.

Things I’ve learned so far in Mumbai

It’s been a little more than a week since  I began living in Mumbai all by myself (in the campus hostel, thankfully) and it’s been quite the learning experience. Here is a small list of all the things I’ve learned in Mumbai:

  1. Call all the older men Dada, older women Tayi. I’ve been calling them since my second day alone. I’m also going to learn Marathi in the two years that I will be here.
  2. To accept my permanently sweaty body. The first few days were just so annoying. It felt like I woke up taking a bath. But now, I”m just going with the flow. Or, rather, flowing with my sweat.
  3. Bombay is BIG. GINORMOUS. I’m still coming to terms with it.
  4. The sea is just pretty at any time, any day. I’ve always known this but living so close to the sea (like an hour on one direction and half an hour on the other) I’m living it. Sitting and watching the waves crash on the rocks is so mesmerizing that the outside world tends to fade away. Then it’s just you and the sea.

    Picture credits: Mehakk
  5. It’s better to go out in the rain and sit inside on a sunny day. Preferably inside the cyber library (which is air conditioned). But, I feel that the city calls out to its people. I wouldn’t mind the sweating and the travelling that requires to explore this city. And I also wouldn’t mind doing it alone.
  6. The days and humid, bearable and manageable. The nights are humid, too, but they are just unbearable, even with the huge window in our room and even more so when it’s raining. Sometimes I wish I could sleep outside the room, in this little patch of grass outside or at my spot near the Convention Centre.

    A nice little reading nook. 
  7. Four hour long lectures are of little use, many times, because the words just become sounds half-an hour into the lecture and the noise just fades away before it reaches us.

But this is just the beginning. There is so much more out there that I am hoping to learn one day and put them in proper words, if not in proper use.


I’m leaving Bengaluru in less than 3 days and all I’m doing with my free time is watch Brooklyn Nine-Nine.

I know, I should pack, mentally gear myself up, make sure everything is ready and not worry about anything till the last minute. Which would’ve been my plan but life definitely hates me. Or maybe it’s a sign. I don’t know.

I’m leaving to Mumbai to study for my masters for two years and I’m worried. I’m worried for my lack of feelings. I mean, I do feel sad, and I am doing all that I can to stay calm but maybe that’s not what I’m doing. I think I’m stowing away all my feelings for later use. You know, like ideas to use when I’m stuck. That’s also probably the reason why I haven’t blogged for so long. I think I didn’t want to think.

Rather, I don’t want to think.

I don’t want to think how I will survive in a new place. I don’t want to think if I will be the same push-over girl or will I be different? Will I stand up for myself, feel angry? Will I like the people there or will I just tolerate them for the sake of peace? Will I miss my family or die of homesickness? Will I make friends? Will the “friends” that I make like me? Or will they end up being my friends just for the sake of it? Will I like the subject? Will I like living in Mumbai or will I die in the sweltering heat? Will I like the sea or gag at the thought of it by the end of two years? Will I like living in hostel or will I prefer my own house? Will I realize that this was the best decision I’ve taken or the worst mistake I’ve ever done?

So many questions crowd in my head that it feels like exploding. My head feels like the sky in Bengaluru recently: dark and grey and stormy, but no signs of rain. So, I painted and made bullet journal spreads and watched Brooklyn Nine-Nine. I hope I can write about my move and everything soon. Let’s hope everything goes as it is planned.

Descendants of the Sun

AKA “Cute soldier meets equally cute doctor”, or “This has nothing to do with the Sun”, or “Soldier solves most troubles except his love life”. Okay, again, I say this out of pure love love.

Amazing soundtrack (which I’m actually listening to as I’m typing this), such amazing cast, such brilliant characters, such marvellous slice-of-life of a soldier story line, such chemistry between all the characters (especially the non-romantic characters), such great insights on the world, and quite an eye-opener.

There’s not a lot I can say without spoiling the story. I had heard of this drama from a lot of people and this was on every recommended list I’d seen on any given website. When i asked Akka if she wanted to watch this one, she said, “It looks kinda sad. I want to watch something funny.” So we watched Oh My Venus on the weekends, while I watched this one during the weekdays. And it is 70% opposite to sad. True, there are some sad moments, but they are really sad. Many of the moments are more thrilling and nail-biting than just sad. Many moments are cute and hilarious, which is totally not expected in a drama like this. There are serious moments and some moments where you want to whack all the characters upside the head (like, really? *rolling eyes*). This drama was the perfect mixture of all emotions and feelings, and none of them overpowered the other. It was balanced (even though it leaned slightly towards romance; that’s forgiven) and even though one may not actually completely love this drama like I did, I’m sure there are a lot of times where you will like it. It will at least make you smile, if not cry (especially if you have a stone-cold heart like mine).


Our first main couple is Yoo Si-Jin and Kang Mo-Yeon. Yoo Si Jin is a soldier in the army. Kang Mo-Yeon is a doctor. They have totally opposing characters. While Si-Jin is fun and happy and charming when he wants to be, Mo-Yoen is very pretty and assertive and does things her way. After their chance meeting in her hospital, she is totally charmed by him. I mean, seriously, you would be too. He is just so cute and adorable. After that meeting, they go on a date, which is cut short because of him being called for an emergency. A few days later, Mo-Yeon’s hospital sends along a team of doctors to Urk, for a volunteering. And the head of the Korean army team assisting them? It’s none other than Yoo Si-Jin! (And the best thing is the actors here got married recently in real life!)

Yoo Si-Jin close friend is Seo Dae-Young. He looks like a proper soldier, with a stoic expression, dry and dead-pan humour and his undying love for this army surgeon Yoon Myeong-Ju. Most of this drama, when not involved in a mission, has Dae-Young trying to express his love for her. It’s cute and those two are hot together.

We have another love-hate relationship among a doctor and a nurse, who were on the team that went to Urk. While they were having a stable, uneventful time in Urk, just before they were about to leave, a huge earthquake caused the solar panel manufacturing factory to collapse. The army and the team of doctors had to work hard for days and this is where a majority of the story happens. People change while they are trying to save lives. Some of the best scenes are from these rescue mission episodes. There were very few characters that I disliked. The Chairman of the hospital; the factory’s chief (who caused most of the freaking problems). I LOVED Daniel Spencer, who was a Peacemaker Army Doctor. He was just fabulous because he fixed people and machines. How cool is that? In the end, he was getting married to his partner, Ye-Hwa, who is actually Russian and another bad-ass who knows acupuncture and is a really good nurse. They were getting married in Vancouver and the whole team of doctors and some of the soldiers were invited. That’s when a volcano occurs, and they all sigh and get to work: Myeong-Joon wipes her lipstick off dramatically; the men begin taking off their ties; Mo-Yeon sighs as she looks at her high-heeled shoes and she has to break off the heels (destroying them, actually), once again. It was funny, even in the drastic situation.

You know how you love something so much that you can’t express it? It’s happened a lot of times for me and this is the extent that I can go to. If I say anymore, all that would come out would be gibberish. This was a solid 9.5/10 for me. Watch it!


My Love From Another Star

AKA, “An Alien Helped me unravel my brother’s true face”. Or, “Alien Solves Crime”, or even, “I Fell In Love With An Alien”, which makes perfect sense of the original title.

This was my very first K-drama that I watched with my friend, Salka and I’ll forever be indebted to her for introducing me to this show and this world, in general.

My Love From Another Star is a rom-com, sci-fi story that revolves around an alien and a an actress. But it’s also much more than that. It’s about humanity and how “accepting” we are of people who are not “normal”. It throws a heavy light on the entertainment industry in Korea. (I may have become a little rusty, writing down a review but I’ll try my best to write well. Fighting!)

I watched this show a second time earlier this month with Akka and I had totally forgotten how amazing it is. It is heavy but also has light-hearted moments. Sci-fi merged with romance and a love quadrangle (?) that our main characters couldn’t care to be a part of. Come to think of it, it all starts with a crime so I think we can label this as part crime-fiction too. Its story is really complicated and honestly, you can’t make much sense if you don’t watch it with rapt attention.


Our female MC is Cheon Song-Yi who is a famous actress in South Korea. She’s a die-hard romantic and has never found love, in family or friends or colleagues. She was rivals with another actress, who, on a cruise ship wedding, dies. All suspicions are towards her and she loses all her projects within a day. She’s proud and she won’t admit defeat. I love her. She was initially portrayed as a dumb bimbo but later, it’s been shown that she’s smart in other areas. She’s smart at getting work, taking no shit from other people (her mother, for instance) and working hard, even if they are small roles and have had to work with her childhood-best-friend-turned-rival as a supporting actress. It’s amazing how she falls in love with Do Min Joon. He is her neighbour, professor, manager, bodyguard and then her alien boyfriend who struggles hard to come back to earth. More on the later. He annoys her to the peak and vice-versa. But this turns into a loving, bantery relationship that we all die for.

Do Min Joon is amazing. He’s an alien from a star and he cam on earth for some project or something, 400 years ago. He missed his ride back while helping a girl (who was a 15 year old widow) so he was stuck on earth for the last 400 years, witnessing change like nobody’s business and staying to himself. In the 400 years of his existence, he’s learned a thing or two. He learned the hard way that by showing your true nature to the humans of earth (in his case, super powers like stopping time, or lifting incredible weights, or teleportation) while helping them out of danger, he was considered a monster. After that first instance, he only helped a man just recently, about 30-40 years ago, who easily became his closest and most trusted friend. He was initially super annoyed by Song-Yi but then, he falls in love. And it so happens that he falls in love in the last 3 months of his time left on Earth. That’s what makes this show so beautiful.

My favourite of the whole lot is Hee Kyung. He is such an adorable guy. I just love him so much. He’s the only character that does not get happiness in the end. He loses his childhood friend and life-long love Song-Yi to an alien, finds out that his brother is a criminal and a psychopath and remains as the last child standing in his family. But he was so strong through all this that my heart just reaches out to him. You can’t hate him. You just can’t. He’s a gem of a person and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t fall in love with him in the last few episodes.

There’s also Prosecutor Yoo, brother of Song-Yi’s childhood best-friend-turned-rival Yoo Se Mi, who’s just amazing. He handled Song-Yi’s case and Do Min Joon helps him out greatly. That man’s face is perfection.

Honestly, this drama is so good, just watch it. It will keep you on the edge of your seat and when everything falls into place, you’ll know how perfect this drama is.

Tryst with biryani

I should be hiding away. That’s what my instincts are screaming. Instead, here I am, baring my soul out to the world that does not even care.

Anyway, I’m going to say it. Coming out now.





Yes. I am. And I know I’ve said this before but this time, I’ve truly enjoyed the food more than the company and connected with the food on an emotional level that had me almost weeping with relief. Maybe it was PMS (I’m having it real bad since the last few months) but I almost died when my food came home.

Last Sunday, we had ordered Fiery Chicken Wings and some kebab types for evening snack and dinner from Hotel Empire because there was an RCB match, I think. I loved it so much that I wanted it again the next day.

But, family rules. Vegetarian Mondays, Tuesdays and Saturdays. Wednesday i went with Amma to Mysore and it was quite the trip. More on that soon. (I hope!) So I couldn’t eat then because I had no company and I only came back on Saturday. Sunday, I finally, FINALLY got to order food. I was having a really moody day (like for the past few weeks) so Akka let me order food. When she had that food from Empire, she couldn’t handle so much spice so she ended up upsetting her stomach. So, that restaurant was ruled out. There was a safe option, Biryani Mane, and since Akka enjoys biryani more than I do, I ordered it.

And of course our package had to get lost. It took us an extra hour for the food to come because it was replaced. After spending all my phone currency and waiting till 4, our food finally came. It was so heavenly that my mouth waters just at the thought of it.

I’ve always had a love-hate relationship with biryani. I like the Grilled Chicken Biryani at Hotel Empire and the normal Chicken Biryani at Nandhini Deluxe and the Bamboo Biryani at Rustic Stove. Others don’t have the slight taste of masala. They are usually overloaded with masala so much so that it blocks out all other senses. I don’t like that. I’ve never actually liked any homemade biryani because of this reason. But the biryani at Biryani Mane is just heavenly. The rice is perfect, the chicken is perfect and for the first time, I’ve had it with the curd salad (raitha, pachiDi, mosaru bajji, take your pick) under the influence of Akka and I just died with the foodgasm in my mouth. I took three small helpings for myself, surprising Akka. I couldn’t care how much I was eating. I knew I just had to eat.

For some reason, I’d never liked eating biryani with curd so much. I’d always eaten it with the gravy of the accompanied side dish (I always needed one) and what we’d ordered was a dry dish. No gravy. There was extra gravy in the parcel but I just decided to eat with the curd. Best. Decision. Ever.

The previous hour, I was so hungry that I was almost about to commit a murder. I went to the fish shop nearby (a shop where they sell fish dishes and fresh, raw fish; the shop is built in the shape of a fish) and got myself Anjal fish. It has two pieces and he’d deep fried it. It didn’t take me long to finish it. I was so satisfied when I’d finished it. All that was left was to wait for the biryani.

I was afraid that my appetite would be ruined if I had the fish but no such thing happened. I ate more than I normally would because it was just so good.

No pictures, unfortunately because I was too busy eating.