There are few things more sensual than chocolate. First there's the whole chocolate aphrodisiac thing, and it's mimicry of endorphins - the pleasure hormones. And then there's the rich, smooth and creamy texture to it that literally melts in your mouth and leaves you craving for more.

Known as the "Love Chemical", romantic lore has always identified chocolate as an aphrodisiac indulging in the simple pleasure of consumption. Some reports say that since all chocolate was recognized as stimulants, were denied to women. Other studies say that the Aztecs and Mayans were some of the first to recognize its potency and celebrated the harvest of cacao with festivals of orgies. For all we know, both may be true. As I see it, if you want all those women craving for love, why would you deny it to them in the first place? Also, as we stand today, this lore has carried on for centuries and ended up in our bedrooms as the perfect plaything for couples. Experimenting around with chocolate(and not just in the kitchen or at the dinner table...ahem ahem....) has been, and still is one of the most arousing and stimulating bedroom games couples can indulge in. There's just so much that can be done with chocolate, solid or molten, which of course we shall not be going into for reasons best left unspoken. Eaten enough chocolate? It also acts as an amazing massage oil. Rub it on your body after a nice hot bath and wash off after a few minutes for a relaxing yet invigorating experience.

As someone said, with chocolate size truly does not matter. All is welcome and enjoyed equally. It can be eaten anywhere, anytime and with anyone, perfectly elucidated by Dairy Milk's tagline

khane walo ko khane ka bahana chahiye!
(those who love chocolate look for an excuse to eat it.)

It possesses the ability to lift our spirits, inflame and release sexual passion and build positive energy. What more does someone want than a mood-elevating, stimulating, enjoyable and thoroughly tasty and keeps-you-wanting-more experience?

Here's a few reasons why you SHOULD have chocolate:

1. You are never too young for chocolate, and definitely never too old. It can be had and enjoyed by one and all.

2. It's the best gift for every occassion, be it a birthday gift, a gift of love or just a simple thank you, chocolates are made for every reason and every season.

3. It brings the best thing in the world to a person - A smile! :)

4. You can have chocolate anywhere, even at your workplace, and no one has any problem with it. In fact it's even better when shared with others. The more the merrier they say.

5. You can have as many or as much as you can handle, as long as you know how much you can handle in the first place :P

Finally, I shall leave you guys with a recipe for my favourite kind of chocolate - Dark Chocolate Mousse. Enjoy the finger licking, taste-bud tingling and addictive goodness of the finest food of all, chocolate!

  • 4 1/2 ounces bittersweet chocolate, finely chopped
  • 2 tablespoons (1 ounce) unsalted butter, diced
  • 2 tablespoons espresso or hot water
  • 1 cup cold heavy cream
  • 3 large eggs, separated
  • 1 tablespoon sugar


Combine the chocolate, butter, and espresso in the top of a double boiler over hot, but not simmering, water, stirring frequently until smooth. Remove from the heat and let cool until the chocolate is just slightly warmer than body temperature. To test, dab some chocolate on your bottom lip. It should feel warm. If it is too cool, the mixture will seize when the other ingredients are added.

Meanwhile, whip the cream to soft peaks, then refrigerate. Once the melted chocolate has cooled slightly, whip the egg whites in a medium bowl until they are foamy and beginning to hold a shape. Sprinkle in the sugar and beat until soft peaks form.

When the chocolate has reached the proper temperature, stir in the yolks. Gently stir in about one-third of the whipped cream. Fold in half the whites just until incorporated, then fold in the remaining whites, and finally the remaining whipped cream.

Spoon or pipe the mousse into a serving bowl or individual dishes. Refrigerate for at least 8 hours. (The mousse can be refrigerated for up to a day.)

-sourced from Epicurious

This is trance.
The constant rhythmic beats of an electronic synth pad. An ever changing in tempo. Heavy bass. Thump thump thump thump.. You nod to the beats, mesmerized in the new-age rhapsody of the musical genius of Armin Van Buuren. Suddenly, the beats stop and you hear nothing but silence. Yes, you hear silence and you revel in the glory of the absence of sound. And then, a voice, pure and pristine rings out clear as crystal as it rises to a splendid vocal that is only supplemented by the electronica picking up where it left off, rising in volume from nothingness, as if reborn from ashes as a phoenix does, till it fills the empty void broken only by the voice behind the words, matching it in pitch and emotion alike. The music drowns all. You are no longer simply listening to the music. You feel it. You understand it. You become one with the music. The words spoken by the voice fills your head and drowns out all other sound as you let it take over your emotions. The energy in the music rises and so does yours. By now, you're moving to the beats of the music, your eyes shut, your arms raised in tribute to the legacy of music. Music, not of one artist, but to the lyrics, the vocals, every beat, every sound that magically falls into place to create a hauntingly addictive world of music and rapture. It is inexplicably beautiful. No face on earth can ever match it's beauty. No woman on earth can match it's attraction. No drug can match it's addiction. It lets your body flow and your mind wander. As you move your body to the music, every thought feels right, every action is justified. You're caught in it's web and you do not want your freedom anymore, for caught in the web, you found freedom in the music. And as you allow yourself to get drenched in the heat of the ever beats, you look up so see your soul set free.
This is not just music.
And you're in a state of trance.
Ha! I thought I'd lost the urge to blog, but I suddenly realized that it wasn't the feel for blogging I'd lost, it was the time. I'll let you into a little secret. I've always blogged from a Cafe Coffee Day outlet near my office, the reason being that I would relax there for sometime before or after work. And that gave my mind the freedom to wander and the time to pen it down. As I've already mentioned, if you do something you love, it should come effortlessly. For the past few months I've been shuffling between MBA preps and office and gym, with the result being that the minute I reached home, I'd be dead tired. Now that isn't exactly the condition that you wanna write in, is it?

Anyway, I've got loads to write, so bear with me.

Sometime back I caught a pickpocket.
All in a day's work y'know :P It was pretty darn good and felt great...almost like I had underwear over my pants and a red towel cape on my back. But what I didn't realize was that these pickpockets are a persistent bunch, and I got reminded of that few days back on my way back from office. My cell phone got flicked(albeit temporarily) thanks to the overwhelming crowd of the Mumbai trains(in a good and bad sense, both =| ) Thankfully I got it back since the jack@$$ had butterfingers and dropped my phone on the train floor. No proof, no culprit. Even though I knew it was that guy who had picked my pocket, I could do nothing about it. Missed the public dhulai again :D

On a different note, I went to Delhi over the weekend for a family event. Most times, family meets are insanely boring, involving fake smiles and greeting people whom you barely even know, but they seem to know you so well.
Example in question:


1. OH MY GOD! (as if she's about to faint with joy)

2. HE'S BECOME SO BIG!! (seriously, would I stay a foot tall all my life?)

3. WE HAVEN'T SEEN HIM IN AGES!!! (note the gradually increasing number of exclamation marks correspond directly to the volume of her voice.)

4. You probably don't remember us. (See the blank look on my face? DUH!)

5. You were so small when we last met! (Pointing to some place about five centimeters off the floor)

What follows are a series of carefully practiced and expertly executed cheek squeezes and face pats that drain you of your sense of adulthood and drain the blood off your face leaving you with white cheeks and a giddy head. As you walk off wondering what happened for the past few seconds, you hear an excited squeal and your name from across the room and it all starts over again.


But that's just what usually happens. This one was one of those awesome-chilled out-weekend-away-from-home kinda meets. With a considerably younger population than usual, it was kickass!(yea, no censor, How's That!) Good homemade oily fried unhealthy-but-oh-so-tasty food and biryani, lotsa drinks, and dancing on the terrace made for one weekend well spent.

(yea, that's me :P )

Anyone preparing for CAT this year? I started off with T.I.M.E. classes, and it things look good. On the downside, too many things going on in life leaves me little to myself. So I've decided to finally quit(well not exactly quit...more like take a LONG break) from my designing job. That should give me enough time to sort out my day at a better pace. And MBA definitely takes a higher priority than keeing a job at this point of time. So, good decision to me! Yay!

*pats self on back*

Finally, a little something I wrote for a friend in reply to a poem she'd written(she's really good, but doesn't blog...although I've begged her to start one. For stubbornness' sake...sigh...) :P Anyway, read on and enjoy!

We walked along the road, drove on the freeway,
Hand in hand, no fear of going astray,

I thought I knew the road, of the land where we were headed,

I thought the consequences of my actions would have faded,

How wrong I was, for they never do,

They all remain, every word, every move, every step too,
Life is a freefall you say, but what happens when you have no choice,

And you realize it's not the wind that you hear, but your inner voice,

Screaming, pleading you to listen to reason,

Forcing you, pushing you to commit this treason,

To mend your heart you have to break one other,

But it listens to none, for the heart is sure,
It made me realize that our love may not be pure,

But love it is, and not some infatuation,

Of an adolescent mind running wild with passion,

So, as I sit under the stars this full moon night,

I feel you beside me as I linger at the sight,
And on this night, under the stars,

I finished writing a poem on this love of ours...

(Dedicated to Sohalia Shervani)