Recipes

ok - as per Jelly's request here is a recipe to the common green chutney and by that i mean the dyed in the wool south indian chutney - don't come looking for the northy types - imli chutney etc!



Green Chutney


Grated coconut - say abt one fistful if frozen - or grate half a fresh coconut.

1 tbsp - channa (the yellow kins with which besan is made)

Cilantro - few stalks

Green chillies (extra hot kind) - 6

Ginger - 1 inch piece (optional)

Tamarind - 1tsp (if paste)

salt to taste - can add later also - so easy with that.


Put all ingredients in Blender/Processor and puree & voila you are done. You can season it with a few mustard n cumin seeds and red chillies spluttered in oil. You can also add urad dal and channa dal to the seasoning (also called tadka, waghar, or woggarNe in other languages)


Coming Soon...... Red Chutney

Shayri...... in progress

hello there,

am just using this as scribble space for now ... will add or modify as and when things progress, with my poetry i.e.!

Kaun hai woh jo mere khayalo me hamesha rehta hai
Kaun hai woh jo mere zehen me gharonda kiye baitha hai
Kaun hai woh jise mai bhula nahi paati
Kaun hai woh jise shaayad meri yaad bhi nahi aati

Guzre kayi din tere intezaar me
Likhe kayi nazm dil-e-bekaraar ne
Arzoo teri dil se mita nahi paye
Lekin ab tak tum kahi nazar bhi na aaye

Ek umr guzar gayi dil se baate kiye
Ek umr guzar gayi tumse baate kiye
Jab milenge tumse to kahenge kya
Agar tum na pehchano to karenge kya

*Bahut lambaa safar tay kar aaye hai
Magar iraada pakka kar aaye hai
Jo tumse na kahenge haal-e-dil
Na milegi mohabbat ko manzil

Attempt at translation:

Who is he who is always in my thots
Who is he who has found a place in my heart
Who is he whom I cannot forget
Who is he… maybe he doesn’t even think of me?

Hav spent many days waiting for you
hav penned many poems with a (heavy?) heart
can't stop thinking of you
but where the hell are u? :-P

It’s been an eon since I spoke to my heart
It’s been an eon since I spoke to you
What will i say when i see you?
Will u recognize me for who i am?

*I have traveled far to get here
But I have made up my mind
If I will not express my feelings
My love will not find its destiny

*not too thrilled with this one! :-P

Adding some previous stuff here:

The perputual pathos of siggy's poems inspired me to write this sher
please add to it if it inspires u 2!!!!!!! i mean my sher not siggy's poems
:)


haal-e-dil ka izhaar kar bhi na sake
tum se bichadke mar bhi na sake

jaam-e-zindagi pee bhi na sake
dard-e-dil magar chupa bhi na sake

tum hamare na ho sake
aur hum kisi ke na ho sake

the creative comments on this on from sulekha are worth backing up as well i think, so here they are:

zindagi ki kitaab mein tum ek harf ho ik kone mein
Mein ik harf hoon ik kone mein
Chaaha behad magar hum milke ek lafz na ban sake
from mez_charu

Kshitij bas nazron ke saamne dikhayi di
Paas gayi to door nikalti gayi
Bas jahan khadi rahoon
Vahi se apalak niharthi rahoon
Par na koi gila, na koi shikva
Jo bhi mila bahut hai
Mutthi bhar yaadon ko
Hatheli mein sametkar
Bitaaoongi umr baaki-
from dear ardra_vamsi

Morning Walk

Morning Walk

The world seems to have transformed this morning. There is a carpet of yellow covering almost every inch of the way on my usual path. The rain has softened the leaves to a soft shawl for the earth. “Out with the ole” is the thought that crosses my mind. Nature shedding her garb to don a new one. I envy her – such lovely colors and shades – not bored a single day with what she wears is she? Not too long ago green was in, of all shades and hues. Then we had the pinks and maroons & browns and golds and all the shades in between. Like a fashion show in progress, inspiring everyone from designers to poets.
Now it has all evened out to a common yellow. I feel like drawing an analogy about how basically we are all alike underneath it all. Only until I look closely at the leaves in my path. Each one is different from the other. Size, color, texture although they are all from the same kinda trees. I am lost in my observation as a strong gust of wind whips me around and blows my similarity theory away with it.
My my! What are you trying to prove mister? We know we cannot live without u, can't describe you much without seeing you can I? Let go of my scarf now will you.

Instinctively I brace myself against the headlong gust of wind and look up into the skies.
I am blinded by the clear brilliant blue. Just a few tufts of white cotton floating around to break up the blue. Maybe, that is a palette more colorful than the landscape around. Every time I look up I find a different shade displayed. Making me wonder how I would look in a dress that shade?

Musing thus, I pass the school grounds which are a bright green after the night showers; I soak up the clam of the street at this hour. Soon it will be transformed into the excess energy zone any school is; kids running around, playing games and making a ruckus in general.

The school guard waves a “have a good weekend” from across the street as she gets ready to hande the morning traffic. As I wave back I see no reason why it would not be.
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