ragathoughts

There would be times when you feel that it is not worth having somebody, when the person does not respond the way you want him to. Somebody rightly said "expectations can kill you" and with me it is always true. I keep telling this to myself over and over again but still I end up becoming a victim of this over expectation. I fall flat over my own expectations form somebody. Falling hurts be it in love or in over expectations.  Where does all this stop? Where do the expectations end? Is it not right to expect something more from the person who cares about you or is it too much? What is the limit of such expectations and who defines it? These questions keep popping in my head and I have not even a single answer.  My friend asked " how can one be happy and at peace with himself and with his near and dear ones?” Pat came my reply “have less expectations or if possible no expectations and then you will sail through", but do I really follow it in principle.

An oriental delight Not that I am a great foodie, but I do agree that I am a good Chinese foodie. It has always been “food from the oriental” which has tantalized my taste buds and made me go ga ga over the saucy silky cuisine. Any day, any time, any place, Chinese cuisine is for me or is it the other way round (I am still a little confused over it). Though it has been a few years that I have sworn to be a true follower of “vegetarianism” and have forbidden any moving being enter my mouth and make way through to my stomach, still I relish the Chinese cuisine. After making Delhi, my home away from home, for half of a decade now, I have hogged on my favorite food in most of the good as well bad restaurants which specialize in the cuisine. Starting right from the “House of Ming” (courtesy my previous job), the most popular and one of the best rated Chinese restaurant of Delhi’s one of the well known five stars hotel, to the little Van parked right in front of the FICCI auditorium at Mandi