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The Rohu Oreo Shake

If you are a health conscious individual. Do not try this at home.


As sinful as it could get, the oreo shake is a family and friend favorite. I have been offered handsome incentives to treat them to it. Its not difficult to make but it definitely brings a smile on your face if you make it right. Do try it if you are in that particular "I dont care" mood...

For 2 servings you will require,

• Oreo biscuits - 1 small pack  
• Vanilla ice cream - about two to four big scoops (thats totally upto you buddy :) )
• chocolate bar- 1 medium (dairy milk compliments the flavor)
• milk- a glass would be enough (it has to be half ice cream, half milk)
• sugar- swad anusar, mine has 2 tablespoons
• chocolate sauce- in tolerable quantity (2 spoons)
• vanilla essence- half a tablespoon, can be skipped
• coffee- half tablespoon, pressed (only for the flavour)

Break the biscuits, put them in the blender, Do the same with the chocolate bar and add. Put the sugar, ice cream, chocolate sauce, coffee, milk and essence. You can use different flavours of ice cream like chocolate, strawberry, butterscotch to be innovative. Let them all embrace each other in the blender for about five to ten seconds depending on how you like it, Crunchy or smooth. Putting it in the freezer for fifteen minutes will make the consistency smoother.

Pour in your glass, top it with whipped cream and crushed chocolate or relish it as it is.

And if it doesn't work out, I will not recognize you and secretly remove this post (rubbing hands with evil smile) ... However looking at the ingredients, you will have a fair idea, that it can hardly go wrong except if you make it too sweet... 

Have a Great Day

Rohuness

Purani Jeans

For those of us who have lived in hostel during our college days will probably agree that hostel life makes up a huge part of their finest memories. I've had the loveliest time and perhaps its not a big deal to say that it has a huge role in my growth as a person. This is a little collage that represents one of the happiest times of my life..

"The Buddies"

VIEW from my room...

My Room

Birthday fun

"bestest  buddies"

at India Habitat Center...

"Romeo"

"Midnight Brownies" (we were allowed to bake :D)

"????"

"WiFi Hunt"

"Jack Sparrow" 

Farewell Party

Fallen

What remains of me

Does not belong to you

I breathe no prayers in your name

What remains of me

Does not seek you

Rest all of it is just the same

My songs never reached the sunset

It drowned in the waters before

My prayers never reached its Lord

They were swept away to some grey shore

You could not see my hope

I could not see your smile

You couldn’t love before

I couldn’t all the while

I couldn’t let you pass

You couldn’t fail the test

In the midst of push and pull

We killed the grieving nest

You never knew my name

I never knew your words

I spoke to silent walls

You sang to lonely birds.

Beauty in the Beast

My memory lane looks more like a wildlife sanctuary. Almost three fourths of all the happy moments that I can recall has some member of Kingdom Animalia present in them. My identity is incomplete without them, and they have a huge purpose in my being. Pa thinks I belong more to them than I belong more to them than I belong to the sapiens. He fears that by any chance if I land up in the Indian Police Services, I'll turn it into an animal rights protection force.

I was born in a home which had more canines than human beings. I grew up irritating them. Bruno, Sheeba, Mickey, Rocky, Daisy... Its a family secret that I BARKED before I spoke. I'm not to be blamed. Subsequently, animals were all around me. Inside my home and outside, in my books, on the tv, everywhere.

Now came those beloved divine interpreters of my stars. The Purohits. Even before I was born, they warned my mother to be careful. Her first child was going to be a typhoon. When I came, the family's belief in jyotish vidya intensified. They were called again, to design my horoscope, pick out the doshas, suggest the upayas and some other stuff. Heres what I was told to do...

Feed fishes on Sundays, Ants on friday, Cows on tuesday, Keep a female black dog as a pet, Free birds in cages, also a pair of snakes, Keep a deer as a stuff toy, Feed Gud to elephants and some other stuff. I still wonder if they were astrologers or animal welfare activists. 

So being one hell of an obedient child, I did it all and understandably I grew close to almost all sorts of animals. Whatever morsel of fear was present disappeared eventually and by the time I crossed the incredible age of adolescence, my interaction with beasts often became a matter of wonder to spectators.

Obviously, now there were enough reasons why I chose Zoology as a subject for graduation including the fact that my mother was also a post grad in it. Miranda House had no idea what was it in for when it welcomed me.

Dissections, one thing that I'd perhaps never forgive myself for. I was a decent student, but I was exceptionally good with dissections, Cockroaches, earthworms, sea urchins, prawns, rats, frogs, leeches, pigeon heads, I did it all until the final year came and changed me forever. I had chosen entomology as one of my subjects, which is the study of insects. I excelled at the observations, cultured butterflies, and mosquitoes, and what not, but then there was one exercise called insect collection. You have to catch all sorts of insects, kill them in poison jars, stretch them, pin them and put them up for display. 

One huge problem with my entity is that if I fail to understand the purpose of something, I am not able to do it. After collecting a dozen of them and seeing them twitch in pain and die in those damned jars, I walked up to my teacher and told her I am not going to do it anymore. She had high hopes from me, the war ensued, I was to get no marks if I didn't do it. I decided I didn't want them.

Similarly another grose exercise carrying a load of numbers was live dissection. Where you dissect live frogs, and some goddamn perverted purpose which even your teachers will not be able to explain to you, you will cut open their ribs to record their heartbeat or muscle twitch. Its an abominable sight, but for marks YOU ARE TO DO IT . I feigned asthma due to psychosomatic reasons and was exempted though no marks were to be awarded to me. The very same day I reached home and called up a lady politician who is a very avid animal lover and activist. After half a dozen calls she assured me she will look into the matter. Thankfully from this year there will be no dissections in zoology honours. Thats the biggest reward I received as a student.

Animals can sense your feelings and reciprocate the same way. If you are afraid, they'll chase you, if you get violent, they mirror your actions, if you are aloof, they wont bother, and if you are affectionate, they return the same hundred times the original amounts.

 I've picked up terrified chameleons to rescue them from my screaming lady classmates, and the faith with which they've climbed onto my palm... :) When I was in school I once saved a bat from being killed, and after a while it was so comfortable and affectionate it refused to come out of my lab coat pocket. Snakes have never been aggressive with me. I had picked up a krait when I was six and it had only stared at me dreamily. I know you'd be wondering if I am insane. Perhaps I am, but when something that cannot speak conveys to you such an amount of love and faith you'd probably prefer being one.

My own dojjy, Brandy Singh, however defies all logic. She is absolutely terrified of my cuddles and until I am back from a long journey or something, the only look I get from her is that of scorn.

Brownie and Titli, two dogs that reside outside my house but in my heart are a matter of wonder not just for me, but for everyone else. God knows if they are bro and sis, or cousins, or lovers, but one thing which can never be doubted is that their companionship is a matter of envy. Always together, these two have so much love brimming in their hearts for each other and for us that when they come running to you every time they spot you, you know this was one reason for which you were born. If I am standing outside the gate, brownie will be sleeping on my feet and Titli will sitting close. If I am sitting, then Brownie has his paw on my knee and Titli within hands distance. If I am walking, then I am flanked on either side by the two of them. Such love dear reader, is so profound that it seeps into your heart and makes your grey a shade lighter. You heal with this love, you forgive, you move on, you smile and you understand what happiness is in its purest state. Be it Titli's protective mother like behavior or Brownie's baby like affection or their miraculous awe inspiring companionship, your soul will hold on to these moments. They drown me in their love and I become a better person every time.

Its an overwhelming feeling when a winged one comes to your garden tormented by the cruel afternoon, has a sip of the water you kept for her and with new hope, soars again. Its a wonderful feeling, when your little gesture saves a being, its a beautiful feeling when you know somebody loves you more than you love yourself... Its a wonderful world for all thats in it.

No escape.

He became conscious of the beads of sweat on his forehead. There was no escape. It was all his doing. Now he had to pay the price. His hand were cold and numb. The noose tightened. He closed his eyes and said a small prayer. Took his last free breath and muttered,

"I do."

The Dream :X

What happens when you wake up one fine morning and attempt to recall your dream. And what happens when you have finally recalled it and you painfully wish you hadn't. What happens when your dream is so exasperating that even the characters curse you all the while. Don't bother...Just try and get over the trauma of it.

One such dream that gives a new definition to nightmares took over the remains of my brains about a fortnight back. I still cannot get over the shock. Let me share it and feel better...

Its a dark place, an abandoned theatre or something of the sort. There is an owl in shades of white and pink who apparently loves ribbons. To his glee I am wearing one. (Good God, I am wearing a ribbon!! ) and for the rest of this dream, he is on my head as well.

                                               

                                                      

So yeah, coming back to the theater... there is the stage in front of me. I must be invisible at this point of time as I am given no attention and with the owl on my head, am pretty much thankful for that. On the stage is a circular grey platform. Around this platform are kept dozens of formalin jars with creatures I dont really recognize. (Formalin perhaps entered the scene because I am a zoologist by degree). Now the platform is rotating. There is a man standing on it. His face is in the dark. Body appears like that of a beefy arthropod. Grey Shirt, Black Pant. Lights please.

Ladies and Gentlemen, presenting before you, The One and Only

                                                              " INSPECTOR DAYA"

                                     

                                                    D:  "THIS LADY HAS LOST IT"

So now the man of my dreams is standing right in front of me. This sure is a fairy tale. But wait, where is the villian. Theres got to be a villian, a classy one.

Daya looks around for doors to break. no doors, only curtains! Damn you Rohini Singh, where are the doors?? Poorly dreamt. :(

Enter Villian  *FAINT*

                                                                   " DARTH VADER"

                                      

                                          DV: " I shall gag and die after this dream is over"

Lights, Camera, Action!!! Perhaps the most memorable scene in the history of dreaming. Na kabhi dekha tha, na kabhi dekhoge! Its altogether an extra terrestrial experience to watch Daya chasing Vader. And chasing him straight into the ruins of Machu Picchu... *SOB*

                                                                 "MACHU PICCHU"

                                      

                                                      MP: "What was she thinking???"

Here, my hero disappointingly disappears. And Vader is running alone is the ruins, then he stops breaths a sigh of relief and enters an SBI ATM (yeah right.. In Machu Picchu). After playing the baddie is all those movies, he has been unemployed for quite a while you see. Poor guy must be pretty much out of cash. Try and be sympathetic people.

                                   

                                                            DV: "DIE WOMAN!!!"

But look at his kismat, he steps out straight into a Mafia Shootout. And before long he swears at the author of this dream and jumps from a cliff nearby.

Rest in Peace.

                                         

                                      

                                                     Don Watever: "She'll spare no one"

And here I am, caught in the crossfire, with something in my hand that looks suspiciously like a green dual Beretta. Bling! Must be my sister's. And then I notice my cousins, sitting behind a wall playing Uno! (some relief!! this is normal). And woah, I have something else is hand, bulky and big! WhatS that??

"Concepts of Economics" by Dutt and Sundaram.

BAD BAD DREAM!!!

The owl is still hooting on my head. And somebody is shouting. Wait that sounds like my mother..Yeah baybeh..its Mum.. my Saviour... How I loved her that morning... Waking up was never such a relief.