The House: You can hear its vicious heart ticking

IMG_8581We moved into this house, in 2011 with a two years lease. I have never talked about what i went through since then on a public platform because I thought it would be stupid to talk about mere feelings and notions, let alone the fact that there is a 100% possibility of my own mind playing tricks on me.

Today, when I sit and recollect all the things that have surprisingly gone wrong while in this house- I find they are many.  And it all seemed to have bloomed out of nowhere.


When I moved into this house on a cold January morning, my skin looked healthy, I was happy, my appliances were all in good condition, I was engaged to that sweetheart boy of mine- we stepped in, had a look at the house and we were instantly sold. The big windows, the flooding lights, the airy balconies- it was pretty much a home we were looking to live in.

On a day’s notice, we moved in and started our family. Rohan did not move in yet- but he was about to. And he would be with me, for most days, after work and on weekends. It was just about perfect.

Months went and everything was going fine when we got a pair of guinea pigs. Fuzzy and Zoe if you remember? If not, here they are.


Me and Ro went all the way from our place to Bandra to get them home! Oh what fun times. We kept them in a big cage in our living room and every weekend we took them out to the garden to play and munch on some grass. We loved them.

A couple of months passed when one night I had a dream. That a dark figure is calling me out. It broke. I woke up and fell asleep to dream again. In my dream, within the dream I woke up to find a man hanging from the ceiling fan in my bedroom. I wake up, look at the clock and its some minutes past 2. And then I really wake up and look at the clock. Some minutes past 2.

Spooky as it is, I went to check on the little piglets. They seem to be hungry. I gave them a handful of cherries and came back- sleepy and with a mild headache.

At 7, when I opened the door to let the maid in, I went near their cage. Huddled and glassy eyed- they lay there cold and dead. As if petrified with something they have no clue about.

We buried them in the garden with a heavy heart and forgot all about it.


Meanwhile I started having huge fights with Rohan. Somewhere there was a tension between the two of us and we blamed ourselves for it. You see, every house has a weak point and a strong one- I am generally the weak one and hence whatever happens is generally my fault. Rohan is the angry one who also has OCD and Im the one who forgets to do things and dont do it properly. But we reverse roles too and make for a perfect yin and yang. I won’t hide that, really. But our fights end with smiles and laughter. These fights were never ending. Very unlike the relationship we used to share.


One stormy night, I had a dream again.

That the whole world had turned an ugly angle of 40 degree or so. Its twilight time with a tinge of blood red and dark grey in the sky and I must go to Rohan’s home. In a tilted world, I step out of the door and see a man- dark, grim and with gloom in his smile- telling me, “its time”

I look at him and for a split second think of all the good things in my life. The smiles, the laughter, the beautiful world- and I tell him, “Not now. Not today”

I wake up sweaty, feeling jittery and vulnerable. I still wonder if that was death.


On close heels to this one, I see little marks on my hand- my fingers. The doctor recognized it as detergent allergy. I know once I move out, I’ll be cured.


Sometime that week when i was heating food, I feel something cold on the nape of my neck. Someone just told me that the soup is bad. I think its my inner voice. I heat it and take a spoonful. Its rotten like its 2 months old.


I close the door, the door opens. I switch the gas off, it gets switched on. I feel murderous and irritated and everything gets to me. Im hardly the person I used to be


To make rice in a microwave, you put it for 9 minutes. On one such occasion, we hear a bang and see the microwave on the floor. It was on, hot and looks like someone just took it and thre it off the shelf.


A week back, I had a dream. That there was an earthquake and I am trying to get up from my bed and run. I fail- the world is shaking, way too violently. I look at the clock in my dream- its around 3.

I wake up with a jolt, I look at the clock- its about the same time.

I survive the night and talk to my sis in law about it the next day. Spooked, I sleep alone again (ro was in himalayas) that night.

Next morning, mishtuk passes away.


My lil sis in law calls from chennai and tells me she felt something too. And while on the phone I hear something else. I ask her, hey who ur talking to? She seems oblivious and asks me, well I was gonna ask you the same thing.


We finally decide to leave. The motorbikes seem to have unnecessary problems and hoard of problems are cropping up for no reason. Like the house has a heart and its ticking viciously. Challenging us, every minute.

But we are determined to move, come what may.


In my culture, they say when something bad is about to happen to you, your pet takes the curse first

In my culture, the god of death is yama. A dark man who comes to take you away


notions or not, we human beings are equipped with sense that can feel uncanny presences. Whether you believe it or not- I have a feeling that my house is haunted.

I’ll see you next week. In a trouble free new home.

DIY: A vintage Fairy Garden centerpiece

IMG_7593(1)Morning decor enthusiasts! Reporting live from India, this Monday morning- We have an easy vintage centerpiece idea on blog today that gets a lot of ooh’s and aah’s and so pretty’s from wanted and unwanted visitors 😉

But before that, how about I walk you through a typical Indian rainy day? Wanna come, take a walk with me?

Right ✔

It’s been pouring in here for one month straight and yes, I am loving it! Cool weather is a luxury here in this part of India and Maharashtra is beautiful in the rains! The hills that surround the city are the greenest of green, cool wind replaces sticky heat and hits you happily, square on the face as you board a tuktuk to go to work, the streets are a riot of colors with vivid rain-wear, the smell of freshly made strong ginger tea from the road side inns, the strong smell of fried potato fritters lingering through out the eat-street (like grass, these “thelas” or stalls ubiquitously pop up below every office campus), the grave Nimbus pregnant with more rain hanging on the hills like an impending doom, running home to the husband and snuggling up to him with hot chicken pie and Oldmonk Rum- rains bring in a fresh lease of life for those staying in this part of the subcontinent! We love rains. We celebrate rains.


And hence, the girl behind this blog thought of changing her living room decor for the season- lots of white and greens and pops of color was the aimed decor style all the while keeping the coastal theme alive. I think I did a good job!

The fairy garden is my living room- coffee table- centerpiece for the season and I tell you, its practically assembled without spending a dime! The vintage enamelware is a gift from my husband (he knows by now what I really go do-do for), the dolls are from my childhood- kept spec-less, clean and unscathed- thanks to mum and the succulent? Well, that I took off a highway inn, the manager was too kind and let me have a cutting while my husband was adamant on not letting me take it home. But who listens to the husband right? I got his friends to cover me while I slyly shoved that cutting inside an ill looking polythene and dumped it in the car! It’s succulent dude- It’ll survive. After two days of staying behind the car, it came home beaten and almost drying. Husband laughed- that cynical laugh which tells you “see, I told you it won’t make it”- and I carefully repotted it. Look at it now- let me have the pleasure please- HAHAHAHAHA.

There, I laughed it.


IMG_7584I repotted it in this vintage enamelware bowl, broke some dried eggshells and made the top bed (yes, they are magically good for your succulents) and very carefully positioned my dancing dolls. I like the one who peeps from behind the leaf! I always liked her!

I think I did an awesome job. But that has no value unless you come and tell me how you think it is looking!

Will you?


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Super Easy Breakfast: Egg pops

_MG_7533Evening people! Yes, I have started populating this blog again- maybe because I finally realized that I’d never really make anything out of it ever! For sometime- I tried desperately to make money out of this, then thought I should change the name of the blog to RukminiRoy (plain and simple) and then stopped blogging altogether because I had conflicts with myself. What am I doing different, what am I doing that someone wants, what is my niche- etc etc.

What a hearty laugh I had the other day! I started blogging because I was bored and that I wanted to share with the world what I do. Whatever happened to that. So here I am blogging again and letting you in on my day to day, middle class life!

_MG_7547In my home- I cook. Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner. We do those “takeaway” days too but not much. We prefer home cooked food as opposed to takeaways. But tackling it all together- a husband who has his breakfast at 7:55 am sharp, a job that needs reporting to at 9:30 and a whole lot that is common to every home and will unnecessarily occupy a lot of space ( laundry, supervision of the maid, whether there is grocery, meal plans etc.), is not at all easy.

In India, our meals are elaborate. May it be breakfast, lunch or dinner- a quintessential Indian meal would need atleast 5 different spices, 3 layers of processes and of course a chutney to go with it! We don’t do Indian breakfast at ours but we don’t do cereals and cornflakes either. I’d still do oatmeal porridge or two in a week- the husband wouldn’t touch a thing that’s sweet.  It needs to be full of flavour, can be eaten in a hurry, should be tasty and should be savoury. That’s his ideal breakfast. In short- an egg pop is what he really enjoys!

_MG_7522When his sister introduced me to this special dish she learnt how to make from her mum in law- it had a very Indian flavor, which is great. My taste buds on the other hand cannot take the onion-green chili-egg combination. It somehow makes me very pukish. Hence, I tweaked it a bit with oregano, garlic spice mix and a bit of Cajun pepper.

Takes just 2 minutes to make, this is a tasty solution to your morning time crunch- you just need to throw things in and mix it well and fry them in a cast iron muffin pan. We get it here so I make it this way. If you don’t get the kind I am talking about, you can make it in a pan too and it’d be like a Frittata. And of course, its easy on the cook too!

Another, very important aspect of it that I like is- you can chop veggies and throw in the mixture to include some added health to it and the fussy veg eater wont know. I mean I have put chopped spinach and my husband hates spinach and he said its a great way to put spinach! Hence…

To the


You’ll need

2 eggs

3 slices of bread (or any bread in equivalent measure)

Oregano- 1/2 tsp

Garlic Bread Spice mix- 1/2 tsp

Veggies (if you want- thinly shredded)

Cajun pepper- 1/2 tsp

Pepper to taste.


In a bowl throw in all of the above and mix with a fork until well mixed.

Heat a cast iron skillet or a muffin pan. Pour 1/4th tsp of oil in each cup. If using a skillet- 1 tsp is enough.

Pour a spoonful of each in cup/ alternatively pour the entire mixture in the skillet

Cook covered on low heat for 2 minutes / each side.

Serve hot with ketchup

Image of cast iron pan that we use. Its called appyacha bhandi- a utensil for making appams.

You can see the pan too in the link!

Bon Appetit!

13 Secrets To A Happy Rabbit

IMG_0562Afternoon people out there!

It’s been a while… I know.

As my post title suggests, we’ll be talking about a beach house bunny today- the secret to a happy rabbit.

Before I begin on how to take care of your pet rabbit or how to share your apartment with a bunny, which would be a better title for this, let me tell you what all we have juggled a lot. A lot means, a lot.

In Pursuit of that Perfect Pet

Since the time we’ve started staying together, we’ve been looking for pets. Dogs, cats, fishes, at adoption sites, rescue lists, pet shops, from a friend of a friend who eventually decided to not give his lab puppy away after we’ve travelled 50 kilometres to get him and were mentally prepared- it was never ending. We exchanged links over email keeping our most important assignments at bay, we liked several rescue pages over Facebook to see if that dream puppy was somewhere along- nothing. When does one call enough, enough?

Tired and beaten and badly wanting, Ro decided we’ll keep fishes. So there we were in the pet shop, several hours later waiting to pick up Ro’s favorite fighter fish and guess what happened? From a whole room full of potential pets, I impulsively picked up a baby bunny. I could never let it go!

I’ve heard that they stay best in pairs so we took 2. One grey and one white.

Unfortunately, the Grey one died after a week.


On close heels of his death, we got 3 rabbits to keep the one who survived from the first lot company but all of them died, one after the other, leaving him alone as ever.


We read it up online and found no source to explain the sudden deaths. I also read somewhere that they die sudden.What a major heartbreak man!

We decided to never get another rabbit again and keep him single with us.
We thought he’d die in a week as we’ve heard they are social animals. Pardon us for being cruel- when you see too many deaths, you tend to get annoyingly practical.

Myth Bust

Its over a month and a half now- fluffy is doing great and he is very happy. He is that little creature who trots on your feet as you make yourself a cup of coffee and needlessly give you all the love he has. He might nibble on your favorite slippers and sometime your fat toe too but its all too sweet to even pay attention to the damage. They are your everyday mental damage control device.

So how did he survive? How did that happen?

This is where I’ll give  you the secrets to a happy rabbit and bust some myth’s arse.

From what I have learnt-

1. Not all bunnies survive. Take this hard fact from me. Bred in captivity and in enormous numbers, its evident that only some will have survival-of-the-fittest genes. Count 1 out of 20. So, if your baby bunny die, don’t blame yourself for the rest of your life. They might be from a bad stock.

2. Your bunny will always be happy if you interact with it. Call it names, go near it, play with it, snuggle it a bit. They are social animals remember? Not rabittically speaking but for real. They love company.

3. Never, ever give your baby bunny a bath. It kills them. Sponge them with lukewarm water atleast until they are a month old, if you feel he’s gotten dirty. They generally clean themselves.

4. Hay is the happy secret. Make it mandatory to give him hay. Make it available to him all times of the day. Your rabbit can eat cabbage, fresh coriander, tomatoes, beetroot, spinach (fluffy hates it. He just ignores it) along with hay. You can feed them veggies twice or in little amounts throughout the day. One very important thing to note: Please make sure you are feeding your bunny at the same spot- ideally his basket. This will also train him to expect food only in his corner. For added benefits, read point 7!

5. There is no need to buy expensive cages and bedding and running wheels or whatever you buy. Get a big enough basket, line it with newspaper, get cheap straw and make his bed. On one side, keep his hay. Get a bigger basket to keep him caged when you want to.

6. The best exercise your bunny can get is to run around the house. Let him. Its fun.

7. You cannot potty train anyone. However, you can notice where it generally pees. Rabbits are good. They poop and pee while they eat and all one really needs to do is give him his food in his home and cage him. Do it for 5 days and it will automatically poop there. MOSTLY. Don’t be surprised if you find round pellet like poop in corners. Just broom it out and throw them in the dustbin. If they pee everywhere but their cage, clean it with dettol. They hate dettol and never pees there 😛 My bunny however has chosen one rug and his home as his loo. Your bunny will choose 2-3 areas for himself. Note these areas and provide cheap rugs. MYTH: Rabbits pee stinks. Ball-talk. It doesn’t. You can just wash the rug once in 3 months.

8. Keep straw in his bed and not fancy self-absorbing stuff because it absorbs pee like magic, its cheap and it dries really fast, keeping his home dry.

9. They tend to eat their poop sometimes. Allow him. Its full of fiber.

10. Limit sweet treats to once in 15 days. Pet him and give it to him. He will lick your hands with tiny tongue that feels like heaven.

11. When you want to punish him, cage him and scold him. It really works.

12. A single rabbit can be your pet. That social thing is bullshit.

13. If you have free wires running around the house, just switch the connecting plugs off. They actually dont bite wires. They like hairbands though 😛

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Beach Vacation: Surfer boys, portraits and sea

428371_10152435118865720_450620522_nWell well! Back to scheduled transmission with surfer boys, beach babes, portraits, coastal photographs, food and fun.

I think I’ve already raved a lot about the balcony in where I was staying in Arambol, Goa in my previous beach post. And why not if I can get Yugi’s prime lens to click such photographs as this. Look at that yummy shades of blue-grey and beautiful bokeh against the tree.

For 2 weeks, this tree against the calm and blue Arabian sea has been my favorite subject. In crisp, sparkling morning light that makes the sea shimmer or in the blaring sun @ 1 that makes the sea, a diamond bedspread. Or even in the dying lights of the day with its pink, crimson and purple after tones. I just didn’t get over it.

But surfer boys did get over it and hit the ocean straight!

735218_10152435120055720_1641189411_nAh! This surfer boy is more of a psychological surfer boy who prefers to stand in shallow waters and drink his dark rum. Fully clothed!!! Ankur will never really change would he? And probably that’s why we love having him around. That and the fact that he is also the awesome guitar guy for our band Colaba Point.

P.S: Colaba point just won the best Indian band for 2012 in AV Max magazine! Did I tell that to you guys?

DSC02462That’s me rocking a maxi dress! Not bad huh! Always thought I’d look like a tent in it 😛

From left to right: Her highness, Ankur, Denzil, Rohan

But hey, where are the surfer boys?

385364_10152435119655720_588318283_n Here are the surfer boys.

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Boys who not only surf but surf with a parachute or whatever that is called.

Give me 500$ and I’d pass. There are sharks in the water. They will eat me.

I’d rather just chill by the beach and eat a pineapple.

Or some fresh orange juice with a shot of vodka!

76919_10152435119250720_638054920_nWe frequented Ashvem beach in Goa a lot ‘coz we found this really great shack that had an upper deck and which served great food. Called “County side”, we absolutely adored the place and the guy who took orders. At the end of 2 weeks we were so friendly with him that he would customize food for us- “Get us one french fries with melted cheese on top” OR worse “One chicken noodles but make it a lot more spicy than usual. Put pepper and chili powder”.

Our requests were hideous and never ended. Best part is, we got to know that he is originally from somewhere around where we stay in Bombay. The connection was instant.

We all were so satisfied and happy that some of us were flying.




bird. Or a football hero after scoring 6 goals. I absolutely loved clicking this.

DSC02648And this.

Right next to Ashvem beach is Morjim- a clean, okay beach with 100% USSR domination. We went up to have a shandy (beer and limca: 1:1) and could get some great colors and closeups.

DSC02642Denzil thinking what most of us dont. I really don’t know what he was thinking 😛

DSC02467Me thinking too- I think food. I don’t think about anything else in life but “what to eat”. I have but “one love”.

In Gopalala’s shack- Photo Courtesy: Yugi

IMG_0044Or maybe that’s before I saw him.

LMAO. No, I’m only kidding.

This photograph is solely for my girls out here. I had no damn clue why he was posing like this right in front of my eyes.

Good on him and for me 😉

IMG_0136This Goa got me so jealous of perfect Bikini Babes that I promised to have bitter gourd and lose weight. My love for food has solidified into Michellin tyres around me which just wouldn’t rub off and go away. But nevertheless…

As I am uploading photographs, I’m kind of missing the life we had for 2 weeks.

???????????????????????????????My 48X zoom works for capturing “whatever they are doing”.

They were rolling all over the sand.

IMG_0186Yummy red beach dress! Want!

IMG_0176Or I can trad that beach dress for the most handsome cowboy I have seen in a long time! The dog behind is his friend. They kept splashing each other with water and played for a good half an hour. I really like dogs. They are very good.

But not as good as….

IMG_0011….Super awesome barbecued trout by the beach.

Every shack had choice of fishes and sea-creepies that you can choose and they’d bbq it infront of you and serve with salad, chips and dip.

Please tell me you wouldn’t go absolutely crazy.

PicMonkey CollageMusic time!

Absolutely dig these snippets.

And my honeymoon gift from Rohan! We’re calling it “honeymoon” because that’s more socially acceptable.

???????????????????????????????Blue Topaz and CZ diamonds, set in pure silver.

IMG_0163Last but not the least, here I am, chilling with a pint!


To sand, seas n dreams then!



Blip: Broadcasting The big fat Indian wedding


Getting married! Taking rounds by the holy fire with Rohan

The much awaited photographs of Mr. and Mrs. Rohan Kadam are here.

Firstly, I don’t know if I should call it a big fat Indian wedding because weddings in India go on for weeks. Ours lasted only 3 hours :P.  We wanted a short wedding, both of us. 7 days of ritualistic embarrassment? Pass. So with much “what on earth” our parents brought it down to the “must do’s”.

Secondly, this ultra short wedding gave birth to 500 photographs- I have chosen only the highlights to give you a rough idea of how our wedding was. (In my mind: Only where I am looking good). Haha…


Hideous. The photographer had no eye for my good angle.

I’ll break out in a wail. This photographer was the worst in my knowledge. I wish he was getting married and I had his camera- The result would have been drastically different. Bloody chomp.

Anyway! We had a vedic wedding and this is roughly what happens-

1. priest prays with girls’ family infront of God asking permission for starting the wedding

2. Same with guys family

2.5. Father gives away his daughter to her would be husband (kanyadaan)

3. Guy and girl are told to do some rituals- just go with it.

4. Swords are held over girl and guy by guys and girl’s brother, while a cloth separates the guy from the girl before exchanging garland. The holding of sword is symbolic of warding away enemies.

5. Girl and guy exchange garlands

6. Girl and guy sits beside the holy fire and do some heebi-jeebies and guy puts vermilion on girl’s forehead. He also gives girl a mangalsutra, which is a black bead necklace woven in gold- equivalent to the wedding band.


If your husband wishes, he can smear vermilion all over your nose too. We Indian girls are very tolerant 😛

Next: you take rounds with your husband around the holy fire and promise to be with him always.



This was a ritual but it can also be that we were bitching about someone. Open to interpretation


Ritual demands bro to pull my husband’s ear and tell him to keep his sister happy! What fun


Married. Happy. Tired. Destroyed.

DSC_0009Once the marriage rituals are over, we went to change for the party after. By party, I mean standing on a stage and laughing endlessly until your jaws hurt. This stage thing was not a part of the deal we cracked with our parents. They pretty much broke it to us at the last minute so that we cant escape the situation. We have been cancelling pretty much everything they came up with.

Parents are very clever. VERY.

DSC_0324 DSC_0314I wanted to have a vanilla wedding. Considering it was very red and gold, I opted for a cream saree for the party. MIL chose the saree for me!!!

DSC_0258The man who saved my D’Day by constantly monitoring my nervous sweaty skin. Couldn’t have done without him.

I hope you all liked this short post.