I wrote this because it was so complex that the idea fascinated me. It had to be a short poem, without the meaning being obvious, that told a story and explained a condition. As always, no offence is meant from my work to any persons, class, group, sect, religion, caste, sexuality, identity, etc.
Some times I wonder who it is, It could be him, It could be her, Hell, It could even be you,
Shrouded in mystery, Hiding in the dark, Lurking in the shadows, A solace from the start, Waiting, Slowly, Biding my Time, Awaiting my guard down, Waiting to Strike, Light to dark, Bad to good, Two wrongs don’t make it a right, Comfort in the darkness, The shadows took me in, Reveling in the success of my anonymity, Anonymity, my solace from the start, A bright shining hope, A light in the dark,
Some times I wonder, who it is, It could be him, It could be her, Hell, it could even be you, Well, turns out it’s me! ANVI TUTEJA
Sometimes I just don’t believe it, I simply cannot realize it, But our time’s come and gone, Oh look, there’s no one to be around, Because it’s done and dusted, The chapter’s published,
Is there no place left for me to go, Because I, Because I simply cannot be alone, It’s so hard keeping away from you, ‘Cause I find it so hard to be true,
And now I live in isolation, Just me alone, alone with my realizations, I was simply never meant to be a hero, In a listless ocean of sorrow, I’m desperately failing to row, But to no avail, Because I simply cannot tell the difference in what’s not real,
Because it’s done and dusted, The chapter’s published, And fate never intended for me to be a hero, And the only one I’m fooling is my own wretched self, So, I can’t do it no more, Maybe it’s time to let go – and fall. ANVI TUTEJA
(Or When I Made Eggless Chocolate Chip Sugar Butter Cookies)
Hey guys! Anvi here. First things first, I made cookies! Yay! More specifically chocolate chip cookies with butter and sugar! Yum! Now that we’ve gotten over an esplosione of exclamation marks, let’s cut to the way the cookie crumbles. (All puns intended.) I have always loved cookies and who doesn’t? (totally rhetorical question btw, i seriously do not want to know, stay away from me cookie anarchists! viva le cookies!) And ever since my winter break started, I had been dying to make some cookies. And then I had a revelation! I could! I could make cookies, it couldn’t be that hard, could it? It’s not like it’s rocket science or molecular biology! (shivers)
(In hindsight, I probably should have gotten a few contingencies in place, like a fire extinguisher, backup recipes, enough ingredients to feed an army and maybe some how-to guides like remedial recipes for divine dunces. But, anyway, read on… Warning: It’s not pretty. Like At All.)
The recipe I used is from hebbars kitchen's eggless chocolate chip cookies[1].
Eggless Chocolate Chip Sugar Butter Cookies Recipe
PREP TIME: 30 Minutes COOK TIME: 15 Minutes Per Batch TOTAL TIME FOR ONE BATCH: 45 Minutes SERVINGS: 6 Per Batch
Ingredients Required
▢½ cup butter ▢1 cup sugar ▢1 cup flour ▢½ tsp baking soda ▢a pinch of salt as needed ▢1 tsp vanilla extract ▢3 tbsp warm milk ▢handful of chocolate chips
Recipe
1. Firstly, in a large mixing bowl mix one cup butter and add one cup sugar. 2. Whisk till the butter and sugar turn creamy. 3. Sieve in take 1 cup flour, ½ tsp baking soda and a pinch of salt as needed. 4. Add 1 tsp vanilla extract, 3 tbsp warm milk and combine well. 5. Knead the dough and combine gently 6. Make small balls and roll the batter. Cut shapes with shape cutters if needed. 7. Place the cookies in baking tray lined with butter paper. 8. Add chocolate chip cookies as required. 9. Bake the cookies in oven for 15 minutes per batch 10. Cool the cookies for 5 minutes on the tray, then transfer to a wire rack to cool completely. 11. Enjoy!
Recipe used for chocolate chip cookies
I see you’re back then, so I hope you’re interested! I followed this recipe to a T, (uh, well mostly,) so I was hoping for perfection. But as it turns out, your first batch of cookies is never amazing, but certainly better than your third! I mixed all the ingredients and mixed the dough in a dough maker. Next, was rolling the dough. I took the largest rolling pin we had, (a whopping one and a half feet long!), and began. Needless to say, my first attempt turned a slightly off-center lump into an even uglier off center weird oval of dough. I turned it back into a ball and yelled for my mom. My mom assessed my work and immediately took charge of the program. She taught me how to roll dough. (Hint: use dry flour to keep dough from sticking to the rolling pin. But don’t use too much or cookies will taste like dry flour. I learnt that the hard way.) I learnt how to roll dough and cut the cookies into Christmas trees and Gingerbread Men! Cookie murder had never been more delicious. Muahahaha! I happily set the cookies into the baking tray and put into the oven. And then I stuffed my face with cookie dough! Ah, heaven. I finally know why there’s a cookie dough ice cream flavour. You learn something new everyday! I took the cookies out after 15 minutes but to my dismay, the ones in the centre were all dark and burny! Hmph! Blast you stupid oven. In a totally unrelated matter, I have a bandage on my hand and a dent in my oven. Moving on! I knew better this time and kept the cookies on the sides. 13.2 Minutes I took out a batch of perfect cookies! Yay! 20 Minutes later, I learnt a hard truth of life. It may seem implausible to all you naive cookie-ers but it’s true. I learnt Youtube is not the most important thing in my Life! Gasp! But I know, it’s true. Let me explain… The third batch of cookies was 100% burnt and I understood, DON’T YOUTUBE WHILE COOKING! We lost a lot of good dough that day, and my only regret is the loss and sacrifice of those brave cookies. We salute you.
So there you have it, folks! A play by play of a battle we may have won, but it took a lot of brave (ginger bread) men to do it. But, we did warn you. We all knew going to this war, it was not going to be easy and all we can do is remember the brave cookies who lost their lives doing it.
Welp! Next project, Donuts…(Cue the evil laugh. Muahahaha!)
Hospitals have traditionally been described as places to receive treatment for medical ailments, maladies, wounds and as dispensaries of surgery and tests. The same treatments can be obtained from a witch’s cauldron, though I heartily hope you won’t consider it be a quick replacement to your local hospital. Children’s books, however, describe hospitals as scary…
Read Part I of this series here…In my last post, I spoke about how hospitals had been described. In the second part of this series, I would like to talk about my experience with Hospitals. After all, this is called ‘My Feelings on Hospitals.’ I personally have never been to a hospital (thank god), and…
Read Part I of this series here… In my last post, I spoke about how hospitals had been described. In the second part of this series, I would like to talk about my experience with Hospitals. After all, this is called ‘My Feelings on Hospitals.’
I personally have never been to a hospital (thank god), and I’m talking about a proper hospital. I have been to clinics a lot and I think my pediatrician is just about done with me, ’cause my medical file must be eating a lot of space on her tablet. I have tons of allergies including dust (How on earth can you undust everything?), smoke (There goes my cooking career. Goodbye Masterchef!) and chlorine (Thanks a lot, dad. Now I can never have a real summer of fun because I can’t swim in chlorinated water, which just happens to be 90% of all water). But I don’t like to complain.
I have had a lot of interesting incidences. From tormenting black kernels of popcorn in noses leading to a traumatising instance with the doctor threatening to cut my nose off if I did not cooperate, (He actually said that! And he pointed to the guy outside his office with heavy bandages covering his entire nose. I was scared!) to me being extremely overenthusiastic (still true) to see my mother after school leading to an extremely painful and embarrassing accident with me rolling down two flights of stairs (i’m not really still into that) and ending with bleeding knees in the backseat of a car.
Don’t worry, I’m alright even if I still have the scars to prove it. (wink) I could regale you with multiple anecdotes of my narrow misses of death (brushes invisible speck of dust off shoulder) but this post is not about that. (also, do you think I should? make a post about that I mean? never mind, I’m getting off-topic)
The point of all of my incessant rambling is, Hospitals can be amazing! They symbolise hope and cure and all of the developments of the 21st century (as opposed to Jane Austen’s 19th century). They save lives and hey, anyone who gives out free desk candy, is okay in my book.
And just like the previous post of this series, I’m ending this with a thought. Do you think hospitals symbolise hope or are they just a painful and cruel reminder to all those who loved the people medicine just couldn’t save? Ponder on that and I’ve given the English teachers something to make all you lazybones write about. Sorry, I did mention I sold out for fame and freedom, right?
Am I lied to?Is there some higher power I can cry to?What’s behind those smiles?Feeling like a puppet to your wiles,Tell me now, to my face,Will I ever be first in the race? ANVI TUTEJA -with you till the end of the line, pal-
would you care?if i never said another word,would you care?if i never wrote another verse,would you care?if i never played another note,would you care?if i never sang another tune,would you care? ANVI TUTEJA -with you till the end of the line, pal-
Every action monitored,Like everything I did mattered,Well, I’m flattered,But the challenges have left me battered,So as I lay here with my dying breath,I embrace you with open arms: death,Because whatever tortures you have waiting in your hells,Are nothing compared to the nightmares of being myself. ANVI TUTEJA -with you till the end of the line,…
Hospitals have traditionally been described as places to receive treatment for medical ailments, maladies, wounds and as dispensaries of surgery and tests. The same treatments can be obtained from a witch’s cauldron, though I heartily hope you won’t consider it be a quick replacement to your local hospital.
Children’s books, however, describe hospitals as scary with lots of sharp instruments and painful treatments. Thus, every child grows up with natural impulse to hate the Doctor’s and that’s just before the needles start flashing.
Middle-Year Fiction for Teenagers describe hospitals as cold and dreary with desolate coloring, over cheery nurses who act like they’re just out of Pants on Fire and a store of old people and patients depressed about their life.
Movies based on Jane Austen’s novels which take place in the 1800s, show Doctor’s as completely inexperienced, with painful and useless torture methods…uh, I mean, cures, of course and being primarily and absolutely male. Which is no doubt a leading cause of their inexperience. That, and the fact medicinal practices were awfully outdated and that praying was the main hope for patients. Always remember, Satan takes his dues!
Hospitals. To me, a person who is prone to allergies and colds at the worst possible time, (for example: during a world wide epidemic of a virus with no cure) hospitals symbolize everything that could or could not, will or will not happen. It’s like a crossroads and I’m blindfolded and covered in a sack and blindly walking to what I hope is best. Of course, Hospitals can be good too, yes I’m serious. Every time I go to the Optician, I get a new power for new glasses, which is always fun. So Hospitals like almost everything in life are pro and con. The only question left to raise is, which aspect will you focus on?
So after all that, what really are hospitals? Are they all the things above or none of them? Take your time choosing. Me? I’m going to sit safely at home and spend my time groveling and praying to the gods for mercy against COVID-19. Happy 3rd Day of Navratri! Read Part II of this series here…
Thoughts Caught 