All of us have been at the receiving end of it at some point of our lives, infact it’s a universal malaise, it emanates from various sources; relatives, colleagues, neighbours and even complete strangers, now I am ending the suspense, it’s called unsolicited advice. Nearly 10 years back I dutifully wrote down the following quotation in my diary without any intention of using it in the future,”No one gives nothing so freely as advice” but today I have after being given an unsolicited advice about how to manage my finances by a distant relative of mine whom I am not even remotely close to. I did mind his advice but did’nt choose to retaliate , although I had enough ammunition to rattle him for example I could have said that he should improve his dressing sense that he should brush up his rusty English that he should stop living in a time warp that he should learn some manners ,because he is much older to me but this incident left me seething and made me think about all those people who have to take this nonsense from such incorrigible souls who think they are divinely ordained to give advice without being asked to.

What should people do in such a situation? I think they should very firmly tell the ever so generous advice givers to mind their own business. No need to get nasty with them. I have decided not to take this nonsense from those who are not close to me. If they do it they will regret it instantly.

Today I am going to write about two singers, Atif Aslam and Himesh Reshmmaiya,who are known for their distinct styles of singing.

Atif aslam has given innumerable hits in bollywood during a very short span and is liked by a lot of people especially youngsters who love humming his songs. When his album Doori was released in India a few years back I was captivated by his unconventional voice, it was full of life and energy and very different from other singers. I was one of his biggest fans and often got into heated exchanges with people who criticized him for singing in a flat style. I liked his voice so much that Once I emphatically declared in front of my cousin , a vociferous critic of atif, that I was in love with his voice, and she just laughed. Well times have changed and I am ready to eat my words, see I can eat anything ,even words.and declare equally emphatically ,this time in front of a slightly bigger audience comprising of not more than half a dozen hapless souls who are forced to read my blog because I will snap their heads off if they don’t,that I am no longer in love with his voice,that his singing is flat and that he needs to undertake classes of classical music in order to become a better singer. Are you listening? There is not much hope because he is tone deaf.

Himesh reshmmaiya has got a new voice after undergoing vocal cord surgery four months back, and it is so pathetic that I miss his old nasal voice which I disliked intensely and hoped that he would stop singing. His nasal voice won him millions and millions of followers, and most of his songs went on to become chartbusters. I must admit one thing despite being one of his fiercest critics that his nasal voice was completely different from others and that’s why it appealed to people.Himesh can you do something to bring your old voice back ?Or you should stop singing because this new voice of yours will not take you anywhere.

What a glutton i am

Bakhreed festivities are over but the meat stored in refrigerators certainly isn’t , people will continue to eat it for many days to come. Two days back I had an awesome mutton biryani ,the very thought of this dish is mouth watering, yummy,I can eat it any time (I don’t like chicken biryani because chicken doesn’t have a taste of it’s own) and here is a suggestion for all you veggies just try it and you will become it’s instant converts .SO think about tasting it OK, and afterwards you will thank me. Looking forward to your thank -you cards. Well if I continue with my biryani prem the other non vegetarian dishes will feel neglected. So I should devote some of my blog space to them as well.

Last night my mom prepared kaleji,it was a culinary delight, I polished off half of it ,my gluttony on full display, and got a minor scolding from my mom because of this ,but who cares, for good food I can endure any insult. Then came the turn of kebabs, shami kebabs, and in my prejudiced opinion no one I know prepares them better than my dear amma .Honestly speaking, I have lost count as to how many I ate. They were so soft and tasty. Oh no, I have forgotten to mention gurda’s(kidneys) that I savoured at a relative’s place,my memory is failing me as I am unable to remember the names of my fovourite dishes,not a good sign but I would worry about it later,right now I am eagerly looking forward to enjoying the Payas that are almost ready and I will gorge on them in the dinner.Please guys nazar mat lagana.