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Second Life

It’s funny how life is.

Things hit you when you have almost given up on everything, and just holding on because you have to exist, and not live.

That is when happiness us measured on how other people love and see us. That is when our preferences, our love towards people, take a backseat, because that existence only happens when you want to live.

And then it hits you.

A chance. A second life. And you won’t lose it. Simply because you have lost it once before, and you know what it is to be, there.

And this time, if you do, there won’t be anything to hang on to.

Lucky some people are, who get this second life.

Very lucky.

Recipe | Experimental dish that was a hit at home: Schezwan Pasta Penne in Tomato Sauce with American Ranch Dressing.

So, today, I went to the extent of trying something I have never done, ever. Prepare Penne. I’m usually the Macaroni-and-the Curly Ones type. So here is it.  

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Indo-chinese-italian dish: Schezwan Pasta Penne in Tomato Sauce with American Ranch Dressing. (Medium Soft Penne, Olive Oil in saute, Deep Fry Schezwan Sauce)

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What you need:

Water, Salt.

Pasta-Penne (lesser the quantity, the better, since we are Beta testing)

Cheese(Optional, also if you know when to add it)

Usual Indian Fresh-Cut Veg mix you add to noodles and what-not.(Optional)

Mayonnaise

Stir-Fry Schezwan Sauce

Tomato Sauce, free from Chilli-Garlic

Chilli Sauce

Big Onion, Ketchup, Oregano, and other seasoning (for serving, Optional)

A Microwave Oven, or something to boil pasta

Frying Pan

Olive Oil

Ranch Salad Dressing

What I did:

1. Boil Pasta to Medium-Soft. In Microwave, in Full Power, 2 min Water boil, put Pasta (1/4 quantity of water used), boil for 5-7 mins.

2. While at the last min, Prepare Frying pan, Use enough Olive Oil, When it starts to boil, change to simmer flame, add Chilli Sauce. Add very little water for consistency. Please take care, oil will burst. Add the Deep Fry Schezwan Sauce. Add enough salt (please take salt of Mayo to be added, and of the sauces, into consideration)

3. Change Flame back to full. After half a minute, add a small quantity Ranch Dressing (1 tsp min), Stir, Add the Pasta, taken out of the Boiling water directly. Keep flame for half a minute, then Change to simmer flame.

4. Add Enough Mayo. Just enough to reach everywhere, Not to cover everything. Add a little Schezwan Sauce. Stir. Just as the Pasta starts turning, take it from the flame or it will start to overburn. Pasta will be Medium- Soft to touch.

5. Drain Oil, move Pasta to a container, Add enough Mayo, Ranch Dressing, Tomato Sauce. Mix. (Please use gloves or a stirring spoon, avoid direct hand contact because IT IS NOT HYGIENIC)

6. Add Dressing. Serve with Onion-Cucumber Slices, Mayo, Ketchup. Sprinkle Oregano, and other dressings of choice + Fresh green Veggies for your kid. Serve Warm. Tadah!

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PS: This is my first ever recipe posting. Pliss to eskoos the noob-ness. And Happy Cooking. :)

How Not To Write A Love Story

Here the Hollow Baba explains how NOT to write a Love Story. I know this was not part of the plan, But this is part of Life-Skills-You-Should-Never-Have series of hollowmaniacism. Read through. Criticize. Kill the below mentioned story.

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SOLITUDE…

That night she couldn’t sleep. Maybe she was sleeping all these years, and had woken up only now. But she woke up to nothing more than a sense of loneliness. The air was cold, but she didn’t shiver. Not even one bit. She had lost her chill, and felt the warmth already… traversing from point to point through isotherms, decapitating any laws of thermodynamics and meteorology that were left in the scope of her intellect. But she didn’t mind. She was never lonely, ever in her life, never before. But that night, she couldn’t find peace. She wanted to share, her life, her soul, everything, but she was alone. How ironic the world makes itself seem. One second it puts you in a cradle surrounded by care and the next second, you are to be self-employed man, sometimes an employed man under some self-employed man, selling your own worth for peanuts.

But Tyler had it all figured out. He was a complete man. Girls died over him, and there was always one with him to bed. He wore shades, dressed like a celebrity, but all he did was rob… rob someone of his car, rob someone of his condo, but more, rob someone of his own self. He never hesitated to kill, he was fearless, and he was filled with awesomeness like Sly Stallone in the 90s’. But then, to think he was another person was out of the question. He was you, and me, your father, your best friend, your brother, your lover, he was everyone, and still was no-one. He was everywhere but nowhere. And Here is where our story begins…

She had dreams. Photographers, High range of cosmetics, face-paints as he called them, Flashy cars, Awesome Parties, and so on. And that was exactly why she joined one of the best Fashion Technology Institutes in the country. Little did she know that she would find such a damaged soul with her, trying to do the same thing, only for a different purpose. His name was Tyler.

A beautiful love story after, fate brought them closer. She began to love him more and more. But the dark passenger in him wouldn’t go away. It was like his curse. But the sad part was that he embraced it. He loved the darkness. And she feared it. But then, the important fact was that, she learned to live. Everyone loved her, but they all took her for granted. And now, after all these years, she found herself a guy, someone, who she could relate to, on each n every point of her life. He loved her. She loved him. But she knew this wouldn’t happen. He knew that too. Even with all the pain he had been through, he had finally found that one person, how could he let her go? But she couldn’t risk giving him more of the suffering. She knew what he had been through. Maybe, she had been there too. At some point of time, she knowingly sacrificed her sense of losing him, over the fact that their inevitable separation, which will chance only years later, would end in more pain that they could take. But nothing is inevitable here. Everything can change. But she loves him. He loves her. And their families love them. But the darkness inside him was growing. Maybe all she wanted was the comfort of a guy, all he wanted was material. He was cold, and he was a bastard! But then just like that she changed him. She changed him to something totally contradicting Tyler’s whole existence. He was a new man. He was T.

T wanted to love Leah, but he wasnt strong enough to take pain. Still he was innocent enough. So he loved her. And she loved him. And they loved each other. But they had to part one day. And that day was a year ago.

So today, she was awake, but was he? Maybe she loved him too much, because after they parted they had made a promise… a promise to see each other. Did he forget? How could he? Was she just a puppet… just another one of Tyler’s playthings… or did she actually change him to T. But she believed. She believed in T. And so she did not feel the cold in her skin. Her hair did not rise when the cold wind blew over her naked skin… maybe it was because she had waxed herself to perfection, maybe…

She did not have one drop of tear on her face, but he had. Looking down to her, he couldn’t bear to see her in pain. But he was happy for her. At least she did not know he was gone, and to never come back. That would have broken her to pieces, and he never wanted her to feel pain. He had promised her that. But his fate was done with. That very day they parted. And so he watched, as he tried to reach her, and hug her. And so she felt warm.

The End. Or is it?

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Hope you got what I wanted you to get. With Regards,

The Hollow Baba.

Your life is like a Toilet Seat.

Like I said before, it is.

Let me draw your attention and concentration to this very humble object resting on your toilet. Even though it gives addition support to your very soft thighs, it’s main purpose is to shield you from the utter cold ceramic toilet ring (Yes, All Guys know this. Girls, Boo Ya!)

Now that a very brief and interesting introduction has been posted, let me get right back to the topic under your ass. The Toilet Seat, and its connection with your Life. I went so bold as to say Your Life is like a Toilet Seat. And it is your duty is ask me: Why? Why Hollow Baba Why? Also How? but it doesn’t matter. I will tell you anyway.

1. Toilet Seat evades so much shit everyday, still one fine fine day, it accidentally gets poop all over it. So Does your Life.

2. Girls always want their Toilet Seats down. Boys want it always up. So Does your Life, If you know what I mean. ;)

3. Your Dog doesn’t care about your toilet or your toilet seat. Face it, your Dog doesn’t care about you and your life either.

4. When you drink a lil too much, You have a chance of soiling your Toilet Seat with puke. Same Chance your Life has.

5. Toilet Seats Expire. So Does your Life.

6. Toilet Seats don’t have a Life. Do you? Naaah.

7. Everyone wants to Poop with the Toilet Seat. Everyone wants to Live the Life.

8. Your parents abuse your Toilet Seat. Yes they do. When you are not at home. Now you get my point?

9. Also, If you are a guy, you never clean your Toilet Seat, You Just Invite your Girl Home. Same Goes with Life.

10. Adjusting to a new life is quite a pain in the ass. Same applies for a new Toilet seat.

So, There you go. 10 points to start you with. I know you braniacs can do way better. But then like I said, I show you the way, you improvise and expand, that is how the HollowManiacism works.

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Next Up: A New Life. So That you can actually have one!

BABA Out.

Hollow Gyaan 101 : The Bro Code.

Welcome to the hollowness. Your truly will guide you sad asses into an intriguing journey of how to get it all. All you have to do is shatter your self image and listen to me like donkeys. Also, Balls to the world.

But first of all,

Tho shalt download The Bro Code. And Listen to it. Every clause of it. Hunting for it is the exercise. Listening to it is the prize. And Balls are needed for this unholy quest of yours, if you know what I mean.

Also, Dragonball works fine as well. These Japanese anime people you know… Crazy lot they are.

Next up: Your life is like a Toilet Seat.