When Happiness Gets Cookie-fied

WITHOUT, the night was cold and the silence all pervading.The wind was higher than ever and there I stood, all alone. I had to be cautious, all my senses alert...waiting silently for The Delivery.
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Well, to be honest I might have exaggerated a little. It was about 9:30 p.m, the weather was stinking hot.. no breeze, (NONE at all) and the group waiting with us(mum&me), created a fair amount of ruckus.

Sweetish House Mafia is a cookie delivery service run by an anonymous lady (she sends her driver with the cookies in an adorable blue Nano). She posts the time & location of the cookie deliveries on facebook and twitter and a few days back she happened to be in my area. =D

Zat's the one!

 

I reached the WTC corner around 45 mins before the delivery
Now, I live in one of THE poshest localities of the country so the crowd waiting with me was very interesting, a real treat to the eyes ;)
Anyway, so as time elapsed, the crowd swelled up -the pretty lady in Loui Vuitton, a small time TV actor, a couple whose sugar coated conversations could be used to bake the cookies in question.

We waited and waited AND waited till finally an update came, "pushing the delivery by 10 minutes".....errr...okay, not cool.....by this time my momma was quite irritated by the whole waiting on the road thing, so I conveniently forgot to give her this news, now that's presence of mind! ;)
Nevertheless, after a few fights over the parking space reserved for the Blue Nano, the car arrived and was greeted by the most sophisticated "yay!"(s) ever imaginable!

There they sat, all dolled up!

Me mom realized that we were about to lose our advantage of coming early and she shoveled me to the front of the line. Oh! Wisdom of the old !
The craze for these cookies is so amazingly high that the SHM has introduced a rule bound to baffle any economist:
Each person was limited to buying only two packets!
Ofcourse if any were left over after the line was exhausted then you could have some more.

A fight over the position in line ensued with an amazon woman shouting "I've been waiting for the past 15 minutes" to which the crowd responded hilariously:
"A fight over cookies? I love my India!"
"Arre, give the lady a cookie, par ek hi dena!"
"Err..I've been waiting for the past hour" said my meeky voice (her dimensions scared me.)
Anyway, after the long wait and the drama, I FINALLY got 8 Dark Truffle Nutella Cookies.

 Nah, I really was ecstatic. I love drama! :P
Five minutes later, I felt I deserved an award for stopping myself from gobbling them en route. And boy! those cookies were an award indeed!

+1 for the silver ribbon!

Aesthetically, they aren't the prettiest cookies I've seen but they were just the right amount of sweet, filled with chocolate and completed with a bottle of happiness!

Don't miss out on these, like seriously, DON'T! ~YourEternallyGratefulTastebuds

Why I'm an Aashiq of Aashiqui 2 (!!)

I sincerely apologize for the crappy tittle...I couldn't really help myself on that one!

Oh Arnold WhateverYourLastNameIs!

I don't feel that this one needs a spoiler alert, the moment you utter the movie's tittle someone around you blurts the climax of the story.  However, being professional (not really) I'll give thee two warnings:

• I know nothing about screenplay, direction and the associated blah. This is strictly from the perspective of a sixteen year old.

• Spoiler alert!! Do NOT read beyond this point if you intend to watch this film.

I really don't understand their tagline! -.-

The story is no Taare Zameen Par, but it is still unconventional. It is filled with cliche(s), wet sari scenes and the lot... but what makes this movie worthwhile is it's end. There are VERY few Bollywood films, particularly in the romance genre, in which the hero dies. 

Now, I'm not a psychopath who likes to watch people/characters die but I feel that Rahul's (played excellently by Aditya Roy Kapur) death was *scrambles through her limited vocabulary for the perfect word * logical. The end was tough, but the movie needed it and the suicide is what gives the movie its cutting edge. Because (as far as I know) this is what happens, it is believable (despite it's beginning, which is straight out of a Mills & Boons book) - A singing sensation becomes a drunkard, falls in love with an amazing girl (another singer ofcourse), makes her a super star....enter ego clashes ..followed by a drunken brawl and our "abla naari" bailing the hero out of jail, then a few "oh! I can make everything alright by ditching my career" from Aarohi's side, and then Rahul jumps off a bridge. 
Quoting Asmita Jain, "No Ekta Kapoor element, in there!"

Nope, this isn't the actual scene, but it looked pretty much the same really!

What made my day was Aarohi's reaction to Rahul's death...instead of crying "tumne aisa kyu kiya, ab toh meri zindagi mein kuch bacha nah" etcetra, she calls him a coward. She does shed a few tears (tries to run away once, rescued by RJ's best friend-cum manager, Vivek's lengthy monologue) but she moves on. There is a beautiful segment with her living Rahul's dream, i.e, singing for a humongous crowd in a stadium...just like he did at the peak of his career. The film ends with Aarohi signing her name as "Aarohi Rahul Jaykar" in a fan's handbook as a tribute to Rahul and her unsung desire to be Rahul's wife.

Aditya Roy Kapoor is decent as a drunk rockstar but I drooled a little over his "aashiq" avtaar (this has everything to do with me being sixteen *dreamy eyes* ). Shraddha Kapoor looks beautiful throughout, however, the way she spoke made me wonder if she's a retard or something. The couple looks wonderful together and they made me feel as if this kind of intense, pure, selfless and heart wrenching love can actually exist. I can't talk much about the technical details but I will mention that there were points where I felt like "..I can get popcorn right now, won't miss much" and I did. The music is bearable, hopeless romantic stuff not my type to be honest....but I loved the piano version of "Tum Hi Ho". The movie has a dash of old-world flavor, so concluding with Resham Sengar, of Zee News, ka review:                                      

  "Aashiqui 2 must be watched only for three reasons: a) If you love Aditya Roy Kapoor; b) If the songs are of your liking; c) Just out of curiosity.

 

those.eyes! *swoons*

Life & Mind

*Stretches her fingers*
No, it's really important when you have typing to do, my gen knows that. ;)

So, what exactly goes on in the life of a sixteen year old?
(No, this is not like those Rs. 100 wali books that you buy from the roadside book seller, by some shady publishing house and most importantly this is NOT about a(nother!!!) love story. None of those cliches, pinky promise.)

Let's begin by why I'm eligible to write this blog:

• I'm a solah saal purani, girl.

• I have an unbelievably weird sense of humor (the world needs me!)

• I have recently shifted from a tine-weenie (but completely adorable) town to the maximus city.

So, yeah I'm the most imperfect person who can talk about being sixteen.

Everyone wants to stay stuck at sixteen (exempt George Cloony from this, that guy is like wine...he just gets
better and better). However, this age is the MOST "not-understood-by-anyone-wali" age...personally I don't understand myself daily often. But before I go further ahead, I want to clear my head...I'm writing this blog because:

1. I wanna have rotten eggs/tomatoes/a Twilight book etcetra thrown at me?  
   
2. I want vengeance from the world by writing utter torocorpo?
   
3. I don't have a life and have nothing better to do apart from pressing these square buttons on this yantr?

Nope, none of that really (but if you do wanna throw something at me -rant alert: which would be very difficult since you'll have to track me down, nonetheless I trust my writing skills enough to drive thee- pleaseeee let it be a rotten tomato/egg and not be a twilight book, I'll really hate you then :X)

This blog is for ME!
Being sixteen is awesome (most of the time) and what I really wanna do is preserve these memories for a later point in my life when I've forgotten what being at "sweet  sixteen" was like.
 
So why would YOU read it?

This is for teenagers, all around the world (and beyond) who can have their  "aha!" moments reading my posts and feel "Hey! I'm not the only one!!" or feel "wow! the author is weird" or maybe even enjoy a (rare) "friend found" moment!
This is for all the people were sixteen sometime back ,biologically that is, but have never grown up really (if you are one of them then *high five* people tell me my mental growth stopped when I was six! :P )

And lastly but most importantly, this is for all the elders who are trying to find out:
"what goes on in the life+mind of a sixteen year old? 

Catch you on the flip side! :D