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Month: July 2015 (page 1 of 2)


Death Sentence - Eddard Stark

Death Sentence – Eddard Stark

I am not sure of my views on death penalty.  I, as a person, cannot understand how you can decide albeit legally, that someone should die.

Just takes me to the moral stories from childhood which taught me that only those who have not sinned can be the one to deliver a sentence/justice.

But legal system is different from morals and if only we learnt our lessons from stories which taught us morals, we would not have criminals walking around.

I have been fortunate enough not to have witnessed or experienced any of the gruesome crimes some of these people are accused of/convicted of (I am talking in the broad sense of it, not just Yakum Memon). Rape, murder, waging a war against my country. I have always read these as news reports, which a lot of times are clouded by the political leaning of the newspaper/editor. (this comes from a former journalist, trust me when I say I know how certain stories are created.) Hence, I may not be able to fully comprehend their anger, their loss, their state of mind on seeing their offender being hanged to death or rot in solitary confinement.

Justice should be served. Interestingly, justice tends to be a subjective term when things like “liberalism”, “religion” and “human rights” get involved.

Except, I am not sure how do you call a sentence fair?

Am I against capital punishment? I don’t know. I really do not know. Who are we to decide whether someone should die?

Rarest of rare case. How is a case rarest of the rare? Subjective? I don’t know. I am not a judge, I do not know the parameters.

Do I feel angry that someone decided to bomb my country? Yes. Do I wish death upon the perpetrators? I am not sure.

Also because I cannot wish death upon anyone. No matter how awful a human being you are, I cannot wish death upon anyone.

And I know a LOT of people who have very casually mentioned how some people, including the current Prime Minister of the country should just die (describing in vivid details how it should happen and then clapping gleefully and then labelling me a bhakt when I chose not to participate in the madness).  Oh, ironically, these are the same people who are referring to the sentence of Yakub Memon as “revenge” politics.

So really, I don’t know. I just know I will not wish death upon ANYONE.

And I will not celebrate anyone’s death.

Tomorrow, when Yakub Memom is hanged till death, I will pray that human beings evolve such that we do not have to witness such scenario again. Neither the hanging nor the act for which he is being hanged for.

Let there be peace.

What’s Cooking?

So I sometimes get this urge to cook.  Doesn’t happen every day.  But once in a few days (trying to be as vague as possible), I get this urge to cook.

Also, if you have ever lived with my mother, you’d know how difficult it is to cook around her. Mostly because she is extremely possessive about her kitchen and will hover around you in the kitchen while you cook in an attempt to be helpful, but actually just wanting to cook it all herself because she cannot stand the patience her daughter has while dicing the vegetables proportionately.

I believe if the food looks appealing, it automatically tastes little better than it is.  You consume with your eyes first before the food reaches your tongue.

Mom doesn’t have the patience to even watch me cut vegetables.

Anyway, few days back on a foodies’ group on Facebook, I saw someone post a photograph of tawa pulao they had cooked. And that made me crave it.

And I decided to cook the same today. (which is funny because yesterday I cooked as well – corn tomato bharta – which was brilliantly delicious even if I say so myself – and mother letting me use her kitchen twice in a row was surprising.)

And I am a very generous soul. So I decided to share pictures and recipe with you guys. Because just trying to be all fancy food-bloggerish.

Tawa pulao in the making. Excaaaaaite.

A photo posted by Nirwa Mehta (@nirwamehta) on

The preparations:

3 cups cooked rice (leftover rice works better)

1 medium finely diced carrot, boiled.

1/2 cup finely chopped french beans, boiled.

1 medium capsicum

4 medium finely chopped tomatoes

2 medium finely chopped onions

1/2 cup peas

salt, turmeric, chilli powder, pav bhaji masala (didn’t have it, had to make do with garam masala), coriander powder, ginger garlic paste and butter.


In a pan (or tawa if you could mix things well on a tawa) heat some butter, put in onions, ginger-garlic paste and let the onions turn translucent. Add boiled carrots, capsicum and beans and add some salt, garam masala and chilli powder.  Add diced tomatoes and add some turmeric to it.  Add more garam masala, salt and chilli powder to compensate for additional tomatoes.  Let it cook well.  Now, since you’ll have to add bland rice to it, add more spices to compensate for the bland taste of rice.  Let it simmer for a minute and add the rice to it.  Mix well and let it cook on low flame for 3-4 minutes and you’re done.

Garnish it with salted cashew nuts fried in ghee.

It is delicious. (except for the awkward moment when despite overwhelming garam masala flavour mummy referred to it as “Chinese pulao” :( )

This is how it looks:

Tawa pulao. <3 finished product! #dinner #vegetarian #indian #rice #foodgloriousfood #foodporn #foodgasm #food

A photo posted by Nirwa Mehta (@nirwamehta) on

In case you want to know about my corn tomato bharta, here goes:

In a pan, heat oil, add onions, ginger – garlic paste and let it cook.  Add tomatoes and a bit of turmeric and let it cook some more. (onions and tomatoes are diced). Once they are cooked, take them off the flame and blend them into a purée.  In same pan, heat some more oil, add capsicum (I love capsicum) and sauté it. Add the puree to it and add salt, garam masala, chilli powder and coriander powder.  Let it simmer on low flame till all spices blend.

In the end, add boiled corn to it and well, serve it with parantha or with jeera rice. <3

Pursuit of Happiness


What you seek is seeking you, they say. Most of us spend our lives looking for happiness.

Because we are humans. And history has proven that humans are not the smartest of all beings.

And nothing wrong in it either (looking for happiness, I mean, not in not being smartest – always scope for improvement). We all deserve happiness just like we deserve to breathe safe, pollution free air and drink non-susu infested water and eat poop-less pani puri.

But why does this mystical feeling evade so many of us? Is anyone truly happy?

I’m not sure if I am happy. I mean, I am happy most of the times, because hey, life is too short to not be happy. (presence of internet helps – internet has cute cat and dog pictures and the gif of dogs falling down which look like me when I fell down at Dilli Haat.)

I digress.

But ever wondered what is keeping us from being happy?

On careful analysis I have come to conclusion that most of us are unhappy because we have not learnt to let go. Let go of things that do not make us happy anymore.

I know, I know, easier said than done.

But hey, we just managed to get get Mars Orbiter on Mars in less than an auto rickshaw fare (heh), I am sure we can get this done as well.

What could also be coming in our way is the idea of showing off our happiness to make sure the one who wronged us sees it and feels bad for wronging us. How does that work? Well, it may temporarily give you the immense satisfaction of getting back at someone, but then this also gives rise to the vicious cycle where the other person will try to one-up you and then you’ll be tempted to retaliate. 

Your pursuit of happiness has changed from seeking happiness to seeking revenge and that seldom leads you anywhere. 

So, this Monday morning, take in my wisdom and break the vicious cycle. 

Let that shit go.

The Social Network

One of the most amazing (and alternately terrifying) thing to have happened in last one decade is the emergence of social media.  Internet is no longer a luxury.  It is a utility.  Everyone is on the internet now and by extension, on social media.

It is amazing and terrifying because of the ease of instant reaction/feedback it offers. Ooo. Look at the cupcake I’m eating. Let me instagram it before I eat and tag #yummy to it because instagram makes food taste better.

Had a bad experience at a restaurant? Found a hair (oh, and I have found hair in my food, and on two occasions, I suspected it was pubic hair – I KNOW I AM GROSS) let me splash it on Zomato, or the foodies group on Facebook and shame the restaurant, because why bring it to the notice of management when I can create a huge scene over the internet? But then, sometimes even management is oblivious to hygiene standards – anyway, this post is not about that. I’ll move on.

And then there’s Twitter. Ah, the wonderful, wonderful Twitter. The place that gives you freedom to be awesome and abusive, both in 140 characters.

Twitter has also been the interactive platform for people to connect to ‘celebrities’ they have loved watching on big screen, or hated after seeing their news coverage or despised them for writing that awful book.

While I am not denying that a lot of criticism borders on abuse, but these ‘celebrities’ are quick to refer to any voice of dissent as ‘troll’, even if it is non-abusive.  Which is absolutely unfair.  Most of these ‘celebrities’ were not used to anyone not liking their work. They were probably never used to someone telling them on their face that they find them stupid or that they are not competent enough to carry out the work they do, like say journalism.

They were not used to being called out on their follies, of having live telecast rescue operations during terror attack in Mumbai or how they have changed their stand on same thing just because of change in central government.  Of having eminent people, like best selling authors, on their show, and asking them irrelevant questions like social media burn some possibly senile economist may be facing because of his views? You know, because one dude wrote a book, and other wrote a book too, so let us ask one fiction writer’s views on backlash faced by economist/author for his prima facie ridiculous views.

And then let us just dismiss them all because who takes social media seriously?

Well, if you didn’t why are you so bothered? Why write columns on internet being a hostile place? Or how you find “Bhakts” abusive? Oh, and not just that, you also want to claim credit for coining terms like ‘Internet Hindus’ and ‘Bhakts’ but you really don’t take them so seriously.

If you don’t, why are you so rattled?

I see Twitter has become a political playground. Everyone has a political viewpoint.

I agree with some, don’t agree with a lot.

Twitter has changed over the years. It used to be a fun place. There were jokes, songs, and stupid trends where you replace movie names with stupid things.

But we have evolved. Everything you say can be taken screen shot of and used against you in the court of Twitter.

People I have known since years, I cannot stand a lot of them anymore. From discussing stupid Karisma Kapoor movies, they have become hateful people who consider themselves too good for lesser mortals.

I have started weeding them out of my timeline. I really do not have time and patience for so much hatred. People I liked at some point, I can no longer stand. A lot have become a bunch of gossipy mean girls while they should ideally be going out and getting some sun at this age instead of whiling away time on social networks.

Anyway, all I am saying is, people are basically stupid and my tolerance threshold is coming down every day.

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