Living in and out of reality as I chase my dreams sky high.

Monday, 4 July 2016

I've fallen in love...

I've never been in love with anybody but myself, but then I came to New York and everything changed. I fell in love with a city more dashing than any man I could ever meet, it was like stepping out of a day dream and realizing reality had finally turned out to be better story than one I could've imagined. My mother worries that I might end up alone considering that she hasn't heard me gush about any boy that is worth my time. My friends are often confused to my lack of stability, and the constant tenuity of meeting men as though they are a new fall fashion. The point is no boy has ever struck a cord that meant anything more than infatuation...no man has ever really meant anything more than me passing boredom, and to hear my friends talk about love and the right one always felt so tedious, but then I landed up in the city of my dreams, where even the ugly turned beautiful, and everything beautiful felt magical. Suddenly the murmurs about love seemed real, as though finally someone has said something logical, I could now understand what people mean when they say "they just knew", because coming to NYC was more than an adventure, it was as if I finally caught onto fate, and destiny smiled upon with the kindest smile. So maybe the truth is that I will never understand love, nor will I understand how people fall so easily into it. My relationships, for the most part, will be glorious failures, one's that I hope I turn into best sellers, but the point is maybe my long list of male perfection doesn't exist because those are expectations far inferior to man, and so I supposed the logical thing to do would be to settle, but isn't love about finding the one...you know the perfect one? The one who completes every fiber in your being? The truth is love is sacrifice and I've not met a man who I'm willing to make those sacrifices...call me selfish, or call me ambitious. Sorry mummy as of right now don't expect to see me coupled up. I'm not cynical, nor am I broken-hearted, I've just found something great. I've found a city I'm in love with, an affair unspoken, maybe it's just another dalliance. But right now the only love letters I can think of start with New York I love you. I supposed it's comedic, impossible, ridiculous to say you've fallen in love with a city, but oh mother if I could only tell you that every minute in New York is like, a step into a fairytale, and shouldn't love, be like that anyways?

So take a step into my fairy tale and fall in love with a city I shamelessly call mine, see it through my eyes and you might fall in love!

6:45 am and Time Square. Have you heard anyone say that before? Come watch time slow down for awhile, in a place time rarely does.



Usually, I would go grab a bagel from side cart or a food truck, but it was pretty early and most places were closed. So I headed to Morning Star Cafe on 949 2nd Ave, as I had a few errands to run around there. This place serves up classic diner food, and is open 24 hours which is why its one of the many gems in the city. In a place where everything is rapidly changing, this is a bit of vintage thrown in.


I recommend a classic cuppa coffe. I usually need that caffeine boost when I've stayed up all night travelling and am going to spend another 24 hours up on my feet. 



This place is known for serving up some good eggs. I went with my favorite, sunny side up, with a side of turkey bacon, country friend potatoes and toast. 


The owner sticks up foreign currency from his foreign customers. It's actually not photographed well but, the wall looks amazing. I feel as though I went full circle around the globe with one meal. It's cool to see that people from all over were world once upon a time sat in this same cafe enjoying a cuppa coffee. 


After that, errands errands errands and then my most favorite thing to do in the city. Endless frivilous walks. Aimlessly turning to points with new stalls, new foods. Oh the smells just carry you with them. 



I always make it a point to go to my favorite library. I'm a self proclaimed book worm, and I find peace in book stores and libraries.

Usually, old books pull me in, but a good interior doesn't hurt either.



An hour and two here and there, and I'm back on my feet in full swing.




Until next time New York. I'll return home soon my love. 

Wednesday, 11 May 2016

Somewhat unattainable...

Maybe I'm faulty, but I'm not bothered. 
I supposed I'm mostly sorry. 
Sigh.

I say sorry to the boys who've waited, 
To the men who are waiting, 
And to the love that could never be.

To you and him, and him and you. 
To all the one's who never knew. 
It's beyond compare that he, that you, would fall in love with a dew like hue
So sorry again for those wasted nights, those one night stands, those lonely nights. 
Sorry again for the love you lost, but you must accept you were at fault.
How did you boy, oh how did you son fall in love with that girl unfitted, undone? 
Didn't you hear the rumors true, she just wasn't the girl for you. 
And so my darling petty boy, my love, my ex, my steady lie. 
You cannot love a girl like me, because darling can't you see?
I'm somewhat facetiously the girl unattainable.

Monday, 28 March 2016

Cascarones: Eggs, confetti and a sprinkle of happiness!

Being in college we find a new family, and make new traditions. We try and compensate for the moments we can't share with our family back home. Being so far away from them what options do we have? So we find the bunch we love, and teach them our traditions. In my case, my best friend taught me a tradition very near and dear to her heart. Cascarones! Basically, you run around and throw confetti filled eggs at each other. I love it so much, this is my second time joining in this festivity. It kind of reminds me of Holi, all the colors everywhere. Its such a great way to welcome the warmness and colors of Spring. 

So you grab an egg.


And you crush it on people's heads! 





You laugh a lot because that's the best part of it. 21-year-olds acting like kids. 






You run but you can't escape it, truth is you don't want to escape it! Why wouldn't you want confetti on your head? It's like a unicorn pooped on you!


















Who knew magic came in the form of confetti filled eggs? Maybe happiness is that simple after all?


Happy Easter from my bunch to yours! How do you celebrate Easter?


Monday, 21 March 2016

"Girls don't fart"

I don't know if you've heard this or not but there is a lucrative rumour that girls don't fart, they are way too prim and proper to fart. Let me de-myth that rumour for you and tell you the secret; girls do fart. Now you're wondering why am I writing about girls farting?

A very good friend of mine who happens to be a girl has let it loose a couple of times in front of me, and we always laughed at it. I told her my biggest fear was farting in public, and that she'll never hear me consciously letting it slip in front of her. We laughed and laughed, until I realized just how much anxiety I have about something that is so natural. Humans pass gas, we pee and we poop, that is exactly what our bodies are supposed to do. However, for some reason, someone in society decided that when boys fart its funny, but when a girl does it she should be ashamed. But why should girls be ashamed?

I remember being 11 years old sitting in my music class, and someone had let one loose, for some reason whoever did it thought it would be funny to blame it on the fat girl...aka me. So yes everyone started moving away from me and laughing and holding their noses. They were all like admit it! If I had farted I probably wouldn't have admitted it but I didn't fart and so I was definitely not going to accept the blame for it. The teacher got out air freshener, and the boys started laughing and saying it's probably the curry she eats. I started crying because now it wasn't just a joke but I was being attacked for my culture, and my Indianness was associated with something gross such as farting. Sorry, do people in England not fart? Aren't most jokes about farting associated with baked beans in the first place?

The point is we all fart, then why is it such a big deal? Why do we teach boys that they are naturally gross and that its funny when they do it, but shame girls for doing the same? I can assure you that after that music class, I was always anxious and thought people were always talking about me because I was the girl who had supposedly stunk up the classroom. People forgot about it after a week, but I still remember something as stupid as that. I'll assure you I hadn't let one loose but you know what so what if I had, we all fart. If some white boy had done it, it would've been a few jokes but no one would've been like its because he eats curry.
No more embarrassment for something we all do, but if you don't do it then what are you?

I'm Serena, and yes as gross as it is I fart!


Saturday, 19 March 2016

Ithaca Ale House: The Best Burger Fix!

So yes I am trying to be a Vegan...well or eat more Veganly at home at least! However, I am someone who loves a good meaty burger, and so once in awhile when I have my crazy cravings I head over down to the best burger place in town, and maybe some of the best burgers I've ever eaten!

I went with the classic Ale House Burger which is made up of Angus beef, caramelized onions, bacon and crumbly bleu cheese on rosemary-olive oil focaccia! NOW LOOK AT IT!



Venessa got a Build your own burger, and got her classic burger with bacon and cheddar cheese!



My turn to dive into my burger!









 YUP MY FACE SAYS IT ALL! The best freaking bite of a burger ever! Also eating this burger is almost impossible with the size of it, but I managed...but that plate didn't look the same afterward!

Monday, 14 March 2016

COLTIVARE: Brunching like pros!

As college kids, we don't have many indulgences, the fact that we can afford a cheap bottle of wine for our Friday nights is satisfying enough. But on the days when we feel like maybe, our pockets are a little extra fatter and the thought of those greasy diner eggs just isn't making the cut, we head on down to the fanciest restaurant in town in the cleanest get up we can find, and head on down for what will be the most delicious food we might indulge in for the next month or two.

Coltivare is a local restaurant that sources its ingredients locally and is actually a culinary institute for college students of TC3 to help them gain experience. I thought it was super cool and so I forced a bunch of my friends to get up before noon on a Sunday and head over to some delicious brunch!

We started off with some scones and butter, the best way to start any meal if you ask me!
This is complimentary meaning free, which is always a bonus for college kids. We actually ordered another round because our food took quite some time to prepare and those stomachs were starting to growl. Also, when it's free, it just tastes a little extra amazing!







The second round came with some banana bread, and oh my was it delicious! 


Our food followed next, and it was all the hype I had read about!
I ordered my classic brunch favorite the eggs benedict or as the menu called it the Coltivare Benedict. 




                                                         Now watch the eggs gooe out. 


The others tucked into their delicious array of omelets, scrambled eggs, and burgers. 




All satisfied with the look, it was smiles from here and out.




All but one, whose food just took an extra minute or two to arrive.


But in a matter of minutes, it was settled. 


All good, and lucky for me I could steal his crispy flavorful fries as I quietly tucked into my peach bellini.


Tummies stuffed, and pockets lighter we walked away happier than ever... 


So maybe we were trying really hard for some candid shots. 



In the end, I think we got our perfect one. 


All thanks to this one of course. 



Strutting down with your friends is a whole lot cooler, but I had to walk down the runway like a queen in my own right, the effort of the outfit needed to be appreciated...that and my head full of grease. 








Unfortunately, that's all the shenanigans we got up to Sunday. So I'll leave you a little envious, and maybe even a little hungrier, but all good things to hopefully inspire you to go out with your friends and grab some brunch. Remember if there isn't any alcohol it only counts as breakfast, and a little bit of champagne never hurt anyone! :)

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