Cake baking? Not so Difficult anymore

So how many times have you been tired and fed up of making a cake from scratch? The endless procedure of beating eggs, straining flour and worrying about the right proportions of baking powder? aahh then you may not have heard of the ready made cake mixes being available in markets.They come in both eggs as well as eggless.The best thing about these cake mixes are after baking the cake remains moist from inside exactly how we get in bakery shops.Home made cakes tend to be dry from inside.

The best and the most easiest available cake mixes available in Indian markets are:

1)Pillsbury:


Also available in strawberry,rich chocolate and vanilla.All you have to do is add 2 eggs+oil+water around 75ml each for oil and water and bake it for around 30 min at 180 degrees.Insert a toothpick and if it comes out clean that means the cake is baked well.Cool the cake for around 30 so that it sets well.Then add any icing as you want.
Pillsbury also gives a wide range of ready to spread creamy icing.


2)Betty crocker:


Betty crocker is another famous moist cake mix slightly expensive than pilsbury.It also has its own variety of brownie mix,fudge mix.The procedure to make this is same as pillsbury.

3)Eggless cake mixs:
For eggless cake mix I would suggest to go for tarla dalals brand.All you need to do is add vegetable oil and warm water according to the proportions mentioned on the box.
It turns out to look like this:


4)Home made icing for cakes:
If you arent a pro at making icing you could start with a very basic process.
1st procedure:
1.Buy 2-3 large bars of any dark chocolate or even regular chocolate like dairy milk,or bournville etc.
2.Take a sausepan and shred the pieces of the bar in it.
3.Add 2 tablespoons of butter and half a cup of warm water.
4.Stir till you get a nice and thick consistency.
5.Turn off the heat and pour the mixture over your cake and spread it evenly.(warning do not pour on a hot cake just out of the oven,it will crack)
6.Take a milky bar and greet all over it to give it a frosty look.

2nd procedure:
1.Buy icing sugar(you will get it in any grocery shop).
2.In a medium size bowl take the sugar and add 50 gms of butter enough to melt the butter.
3.To give it a creamy texture you could also add egg whites.However you could use it as it is mentioned on step 2 and spread evenly on top of cake or between the 2 halves of cake.You could also use this mixture on cookies to get that extra tinch of sweetness.


Hope the tips are useful.Happy baking :)

Rising state (online shopping)

I recently got a mail from Rising state an online shopping website.I admit i was quite surprised by the sudden interest in my blog from them and also offering a wooping 5% discount :D.
Rising state has a collection specially and ONLY for women of the modern age.Its collection represents subtleness and sophistication which happens to be my style.I specially loved the accessory collection which happens to be extremely classy.So I decided to shop for myself,and this is what I got.

Its a really pretty and graceful rose shaped bracelet which can be worn by almost on every casual teeshirt.

Then my 2nd purchase was

Its a very new and fresh design for bracelets.Styled like a belt,looks almost like a watch from a distance.But at this rate I had to buy it.

The 3rd item in my cart was:

If this happened to be in black then it would completely like the hand accessory what wanabes would wear.But since it comes in white it adds this subtle and classiness to it.Can be worn on anything right from black to brown to red.Would definitely be a stand out factor.

So far this site has been really good and different.The only issue is with the charges of the shipping which is around 9.99$.For me living in India this becomes over three times the amount purchased.One tip:if it had cash on delivery(COD) it would reaally well.
Anyway dont forget to visit http://risingtaste.com for a renewed shopping experience.

Permanent disorders!

The world will end
The earth will combust
The moon will rise during the day
Cats will bark
Mahatma will be fully dressed
Zombies will become kind
Or if not that
I might take my last breathe
but
There are some things which I will NEVER EVER get right!



1)the confusion between *dhai* or *dedh*.
I still say *sade ek* and *sade do* :(
(umm I don’t think I got those spellings right,what I meant was the confusion between the hindi
Words of *1.30* and *2.30*)

2) i will never get my *right * and *left* right too.:(
This disorder is there in me since birth by default.
It gets worst when am travelling in autos and ask the driver to go left and I end up pointing towards
The right.after that not only do I go in the wrong direction but also listen to the drivers curses!

3)the difference between a *tee-shirt* and *shirt* :(.oh yeah! It might be easy for all you guys,but
I cant learn the art of teling them apart,even if I supposedly learn to tell them apart for a day after constant lessons from my friends,am back to 0 the next day.

4)my wrong reflexes.:(
I just cant understand why my body reacts always in that same and oh-so-incorrect way.
And that is *closing my ears*.
Ok people don’t laugh,I know it sounds silly,but I just don’t know why-how it happens.
For example,
If am driving,and something comes ahead,I leave the steering wheel and close my ears!
If a dog move past(well am petrified of them),I land up closing me ears again.
If someone throws a ball in my direction,instead of ducking ,I close my ears again.



Well,that’s all!
I have sort off gotten used to such disorders,
It’s a part and parcel of my life now
Sort of a secret funny identity!

The graveyard

That lonely place
That haunted look
Where a world still exists
Yet after death
The ever welcoming creepy feeling
Of the innocent dead
Those Goosebumps rising
The air succumbed to sadness
Dirt engraved tombstones
Covering a life, a history yet another mystery
The dried flowers embracing the tombstones
Conveying the mourners despair
The skin and bone grave keeper
His long white beard
That moth eaten hat,
Sweeping leaves off the ground
In a motion
Immune towards the surrounding fate
The air perfumed with the smell of soil
From a freshly dug grave
As if, inviting its new guest
Innocently unaware of the broken hearts, that feeling of loss
A shadow vanishing behind the trees
The sole remaining traces of the long dead
Many fumble to go,
Hesitate to visit
Courtesy to the false rumors
But I see it as
Yet another life to be lived beyond mortality
Yet another experience
Yet another journey
Only to be explained
After embracing it!

Way to go my pigeis!!!

Pigeons here ,pigeons there
Pigeons everywhere
Pigeons on the crook
Pigeons in your book
“o’ my darling pigeis I shalt shower thee
With wholesome wheat grains
For thou promise to hover over neha
Like a wart on the witches nose"
:P




(ok i know this is a lame poem meant for 5 yr olds
but urmm i couldn't help but write it
and dedicate it to neha,whose horrified of nothing
in this world but of pigeons)

Mumbai \m/

A drunken man asleep on the footpath
People passing over him, beside him
No one bothered, no one concerned
A crowded BEST bus passing by
Jammed with people hanging onto their lives
A woman baking bhakris in the corner of the road outside her plastic sheet house
Her kids running around as if the roads, the cars, the street lamps, the dirt
Was their ultimate playground
Its 1 am, cars still running, people still walking, a glimmer of light still on within the building window
As if, it were just any part of the day
Just a few drops of rain
Brings the joy of a new road-pool
Trains running as if transporting half of India from station to station
People sitting on the rooftops, just like grass growing on pasture land
Here people are so immune towards blasts, to the extent that the next day
They get up, go off to work take the same route and the same train
In this place admission without donation is next to impossible
Here even the cheapest food is enjoyed by the
Richest of the rich and the poorest of the poor
It’s a place where people can live off from Rs 10 a day to Rs 10,000 an hour
It’s a city where billions is created from the poorest occupations
It’s a place where even a slum dog has paparazzi tailing around him
Starlets glitter around it
It can make nobody into a somebody and vice-versa
It has turned into a place where even sesame seed has no place
You can’t walk around without having a hundred people around you
It’s a melting pot of cultures, where in some still refrain to dissolve
It balances well between the snob south, and the primitive north
It's busy acting as the spinal cord of its nation, holding it erect
People crave to come here with sky high dreams, and ground scratch money
It might embrace it like a welcoming mother
Or cruelly cast it away
I crib, I complain……
yet i still hold on to it,love it.......
I will never ever kiss it goodbye
This is Bombay ,people
Yeh hain Mumbai meri jaan

Humanity..............

Passing by the street,

Saw a mob gathered,

Heard a helpless cry, another violent rage,

Peeped in,

Saw an old ‘human’ man being ruthlessly beaten up,

By another ‘inhuman’ human with a stick,

Hands itching to go snatch that stick,

My mind screaming to the rest of the crowd, “GO DO SOMETHING!!!”,

But they stood still, as if,

Witnessing a free Broadway show,

My mind got split into 2 parts:

Part 1:”why mess with something which isn’t your business?

Forget it and walk away”,

Part 2:”go do something can’t just walk away like that as if u dint see anything!”

I bet every ‘human’ mind standing there would be going through the same mind war,

After a mind blogging battle part 2 succumbed to part 1,

I shamelessly put my head down and walked ahead.

All the while I couldn’t help stop being guilty,

All of a sudden

This shop with an amazing sale comes right up,

Memories of the past 10 minutes instantly erased,

I went in,

Shopped, shopped and shopped,

Came out,

With a fresh stalk filled in my mind,

Constantly thinking of the purchase my arms now carrying,

And then suddenly out of nowhere part 1 striked,

“What must have happened to that old man?”

Part 2:”who cares? Someone must have done something…umm maybe nothing.

Anyway you have come a long way from there. who wants to walk all the way back?

plus you have your new purchase to flaunt.quick,go!”.

*sigh*

I turned away, pushed everything at the back of my mind, shutting the doors of ‘part 1’.

And that day,

I not only walked away from that helpless old man..his merciless assassinator..

Those mind-battling statue-still audience..

But from ‘humanity’……

click click..............

there are many times when am just soo totally bored,and pointlessly doing nothing in particuar and
if at all i happen to have my cell phone beside me,i just go click,click.






this is my fully disected cockroach during my practicals in biology lab.
actually i wanted to take a video of me disecting it,but urmmm i dint want to cover my cell with cockroach fat.
i dont understand why people go on whining about it,when disection is COMPLETE FUN :D :D






my workplace.
ultra fat books-check
specks-check
cell phone(texting considered as a must break)-check
bottle of water-check
pen case-check
clock(utmost nessesary to set a countdown for the end of study time and to flee off)-check






this was taken out side my college,the 1st one shows a 3 phase junction box,imersed in water during one of those mumbai-driped-in-water-days.imagine if there would
be any faulty wiring, *shudders*.and well the next day it was all dried up.






and this is my brother's work on our c.p.u.genius! isnt it!





and i just love this pic,because it just very well portrays how blank my mind can be at times






this is done by me,and 2 of my friends in bid to kill one of the longest afternoons of my life.and well it turn out to be great







this is my room,part of it can be seen.but this is my favourite place





this pic is well hilarious.thanks to the clip arts on the cell phones.i apologize to all the hitler fans.





(p.s-thank you my dearest neha for arranging these pics for me,you wouldnt have to do so if only my knowledge about such things would have been adequate.


HAAPPY NOW?)

LUCK

had a viva today

dint read a word

went to class

sat behind

got buried

behind those huge backs

thought became invisible !

he came

he saw

got picked

questioned me

which dint penetrate

stood there

stared and stared

partner whispering

brains rattling

memories of past class

pointlessly doodling

mind wandering

teacher blabbering

oh yes!bulls-eye!

finally,made up!

blurted out

with cofidence,over confidence!

partly correct

partly wronge

fingers crossed

under the desk

gave a sheepish griin

flushed eye lids

thats it

work done!

he laughed

he noded

i sat

partner got picked

got screwed

everyone did

but me

yay me!

lucky me!!

10 easy ways to let the steam off my ears..........

there are many things in life which i just CANT CANT tolerate.among which some need a very special mention.so here they are:

1)people who are smart

2)people who think they are smart :p

3)sprays of pan spits in any random corners
seriously! sometimes i feel like chasing them with a needle-thread to stich up their mouths

4)people with terrible grammar,and bad pronounciation(these include people saying 'is-school' as opposed to the simple'school',or maybe even confusion between tenses,oh yeah last but not the least some morons actually land up callin 'he' a 'she' and vice-versa

5)gujju people makiing rigorous attempts to immitate american accents.

6)patchwork jeans,jeans with hidious patterns...omg.....they make some sight *shivers*

7)people who pose to be 'che guera' fans by wearing his tee's and bags,because their lame sense of style think its cool!!
(for heavens sake,he isnt some fashion accessory,he's a legend!!)

8)piercings at funny places on the human body

9)people who burp because they think its funny

10)people who use those oh-so-irritating short forms while chatting
eg.
1.'ma' for 'my'
2.'da' for 'the'
3.'dat' or 'tat' for 'that'