Cross posting Prat’s Blog : An Amorous Antithesis

I starting reading Prat’s Blog Ginger & Cardamom and found how aromatic and spiced up life can be. He is an excellent blogger and writes poetry, humor, stories, personal and philosophical articles. His blog always has a fresh flavor and a frangrance to die for as far as blog writing goes.

Here is one awesome post I want my friends to read.

An Amorous Antithesis

Amorous Antithesis

Prat says ,“I got a forwarded mail regarding a competition which appeared in Washington Post, the competition asked for a two-line rhyme with the most romantic first line, but the least romantic second line.

I am not sure if this competition is genuine but it was a good challenge. So I thought it would be a great idea to try something like this.

This is the poem I came up with-

My darling when I saw you, I fell in love for the first time,
On retrospect that is till date my most horrendous crime.

The beautiful twinkle of your eyes and the tinge of light blue,
The bill of those contacts on my credit card are still due.

Your lovely walk, inviting a thousand glances and riveting stares,

Read the rest by following the link. Have fun .. I am sure you won’t regret this one adventure 😀 .. The poem was selected as Blogadda’s Spicy Saturday Pick.

Thank Prateek

Migratory Birds : Rare But Here:The Eagle Has Landed

Delhi winter brings all kinds of migratory birds to the capital. Although most of the ridge area has now vanished due to excessive construction still many of the rare species of birds come to breed here.

Next few days I will be on trail of some snakes and birds. As the capital gets ready to receive the winged visitors, the figures tell a sad story. The population of migratory birds spotted on Delhi’s skyline is dwindling.

‘‘With environmental corrosion being a natural offshoot of modernization, it has become a question of survival for birds. What we call development has robbed birds of their natural habitat,’’ explains ornithologist Rajat Bhargava.

Lodhi Gardens and the Delhi Ridge no longer get a sizable population of these rare exotic birds.

At Delhi zoo still gets pintails, shoveler, common teals, white storks, black-necked storks, white ibises, spot-billed ducks and little cormorants.

Most tragic is the fall of raptor population. The Eagles, vultures, owls, kites all have vanished from the Delhi skyline. Many of the remaining birds are forced to breed in the residential areas. I myself saw a few owls near my home. South and central Delhi are much greener than the rest of the capital and we do get to see some puzzled, sad, homeless birds trying to relocate themselves in this jungle of concrete.

Yet another lesser known reason that has impacted the population of Eurasian Eagle Owl (better known as Great Horned Owl) and the Barn Owl is their use in black magic and sorcery. Lot of injured owls were recovered according to a study in the months of jan to march especially during full moon nights.

Slowly the sparrows have returned to the capital but still there is a long way to go. The number is very less as compared to what it was some years ago.

It leaves one wondering how much more time do we have to save these precious creators.

The only place which seems like a safe haven for these winged delights is the the Jawaharlal Nehru University area which is spread over 13.8 sq km, and is home to 127 species, including migratory beauties like Black Redstart, BlueThroat, Red Throated Fly Catcher, Lesser White Throat and residential rarities like Yellow Wattled Lapwing, Alexandrine Parakeets, Plum Headed Parakeets, Sirkeer Malkoha, Common Hawk, Cuckoo and the Grey Indian Hornbill which are hardly seen in any other part of Delhi. The heavily forested areas of JNU like the Parthasarthy Rock, Open-air theatre, JNU stadium, the academic complex and the Check Dam is home for these birds but now more and more construction will have drastic effects on the bird population here too.

Urban green belts are essential for these birds for nesting and breeding. Delhi Ridge is under severe threat and is gradually getting destroyed. The home to approximately 200 species of birds , we need to take some quick measures to save Delhi’s Green cover.

This year has shown some increase in the visiting bird count. Some painted storks were spotted over Delhi, Mathura and adjoining areas. I normally see many species of migratory birds in my area of Vasant Kunj, Mehrauli etc.

The birds try to nest and breed in what ever place we humans have left for them.

The surprise visit was of an eagle pair today. I could not identify them beacuse of the distance but managed to capture some images. I would like my bird watcher friends to identify these hansome birds.

An eagle sighted near my home

I was attracted by the calls of these mighty birds and then I saw one fly past my home . It’s wing span was huge and it seemed like a Golden Eagle to me.

I also spotted a pair of Falcon and saw one dive for a pigeon right in front of my eyes. will try to take a picture sometime.

I just pray and hope the birds don’t lose their homes and visit the city often. It is high time th citizens of the capital woke up to protect and preserve our natural heritage.

Hot and Spicy Punjabi Wedding

The dhoom dharaka of the Delhi’s designated wedding season is on. Very few auspicious days, shortage of venues, too many people tying the knot and the gold hitting 18,000 mark per 10grms, is a reason to worry for many. Still Delhi saw approximately 32,000 shadis on Dec 13. Endless Traffic jams, loud music, fire crackers, jittery mares doing double, triple shifts is a common sight and braving all that chaos I decided to attend a Punjabi big fat wedding.

Punjabi weddings are a mixture of agony and ecstasy. A blend of flamboyance, extravaganza , fun and laughter along with great food and not to be missed “Aunty ji” and “Uncle Ji” all decked up as if they have just stepped out of a show window of some designer shop. Loud and lavish , that’s what a good Panju Shadi is.

Here everything happens on IST that is Indian stretchable time.

Pretty young things in sexy backless cholis and latest eye catching western outfits ready to charm the smartly dressed lads. The idea is to make the most and be merry till the time permits. Weddings are a great time for match making and for exchanging numbers. The latest trend is promising to add each other on the social networking sites like FB.

The aunties make a dash for the snack counter the moment they hit the venue and over the bowls of hot soups and chicken tikkas the conversation becomes something like this

Aunty 1 -” Hello ji ki hal chal, bade dino bad dikkhe tusi. Badi soni sari hai , kiththon litti “?

Aunty 2- ” Really ji ! Inhone di hamari wedding anniversary pe. Pure silk hai ji , order te banwayi si khas occassion vaste”.
tusi bhi bada trendy set paya hua hai. ”

Aunty1-” Amrika (America) to laye si Dolly de papa . You know hum wo to bahar foren tour pe jate rehte hain na ” Diamond hai pure .”

Aunty 3- ” Hello ji kaise ho, kab de rahe ho khushkabri, nu ( daughter in law) badi pyari hai ji aapki. Kab due hai baby?”

Aunty 2 -” O thank you ji, badi changi family hai ji. Ladki bhi soni hai, working hai par aajkal chutti par hai. Abhi to time hai chautha maheena hai”

Aunty 1-” achcha , lagta nahi , maintain kar rakhha hai. ”

The group diversifies the conversation to the bitching of their DIL’s and other things.

Just my bad luck that one of them spots me.

Me -” Namste aunty ji ”

Aunty 5 ” O tenu ki ho gaya , badi madi lag rahi hai, suna sas saura aai hai Amreeka to” (She gives a naughty knowing smile) .. to phir aak kal to khoob seva ka meva mil raha hoga .( she laughs at her own joke ) Apni sehat ka bhi dhyan rakhha kar kudiye , kinni kamzor ho gayi hai”

Me -” hanji .” I reply in a monosyllable , tryin to avoid the topic . She is not ready to give up .

“Aur bata bachche kaise hain . kya kar rahe hain aaj kal, bade din bad dekha tujhe . Hame to bhool hi gaye tum log”

Me-” Nahi ji aaisi baat nahi ” I try and locate my elder one who is totally pissed off at this uncalled for intrusion. He breaks up from a bunch of babes and comes to meet the Aunty, giving m that famous “I will kill ya for this mom ” look .

He touches feet and greets

” Oh My God kinna bada ho gaya ye, ye tera bada wala mundda hai na , inna sa siga jad main last dekhya si ” O ji how time flies na ” Kya kar rahe ho puttar ji “?

Adi-” Animation and visual effect ” He replies holding back his displeasure at all the cheek pulling and other baby stuff.

“Wo to theek hai par kar kya rahe ho, college wollege ?

” Ji graduation kar raha hun ”

” Sona haiga tera munda. oye girl friend hai na teri ?” She winked and laughed displaying her lipstick covered front teeth.

It was time to butt in. ” Oh he has a great fan following. each day brings a new surprise.”

It was a juicy topic for her to ponder and chew.

The younger one calls him on his mobile as a rescue mission and before the next volley of questions Adi excuses himself , leaving me in the company of highly decorated aunties with deep neck blouses that give a good look at the ample cleavages ans lips as red as the vintage wine.

I desperately look for someone to rescue me from this torture and spot an old buddy.

Between the question answer session I sms him and he arrives as my savior.

Amidst all the ho halla of the noisy lot I make my much needed exit and gulp the vodka he is carrying

That makes me feel human again. Uncomfortable in my heavy silk clothes and jewelery I curse my stars for getting caught at the aunty junction.

We catch up with old friends and for some time let the spirit of the Panjabi shadi take over. Drinks , khana , jokes, laughter, old pals and lot of dance masti follows.

We all settle down at far end of the venue away from the madding crowd, reliving the old memories while the dudes take full advantage of our absence and try to woo some “totas” .

I watch them having gala time dancing and chatting away with the ever ready girls who have themselves found a breather from their over anxious parents.

The daru and khana flows and the DJ does his best to cope up with the enthusiastic dancers.

The poor guy ,an old pal, called one of us to make a large drink for him. Tired of playing the same F***ing old song for the 10th time He decided to hand over the reins to his junior and join us.

As the night became more lively , I decided to pay a visit to the nervous bride surrounded by fussy relatives, friends and in laws.

” I need a joint and a large drink man, I feel like an item girl right now. can you arrange for a coke tadka mar ke ” she winked and whispered to me, giving fake smiles to the newly related Buas, massis, uncles, aunties and countless cousins, nieces and nephews .

I felt sorry for the girl.

Her mom , who was hovering like a satellite around her refused any such treat.

“Na beta abhi nahi, make up kharab hoga aur abhi sare guest hain na changa nahi lagega . thosi der bad la dena ”

I sighed and left her to tackle the situation herself.

The groom was merrily having a drink with some close pals and cousins etc. We updated him on his beloved plight and within moments some refreshment and hot coffee was served to her by pampering Mom in law.

Rare sight but he is a new age dulha bhai and MIL too got a chance to show off her new found love for the bahu.

Suddenly I saw Aunty 1 heading towards the gang trying to balance her large frame on the heal wali sandals. Feeling nauseated by the thought of another onslaught of hello ji ki hal and the rest of it, I made a dash to the food counter which was infested by hoggers who were piling food on their plates as if there was no tomorrow.

I overheard a fat and colorful aunty confiding to a young starved lady,

” You know aajkal main diet par hun only diet coke for me. No sugar no fat ”

We both stared at the plateful of delicacies and she, sensing our dilemma, laughed ” O ye .. aji shadi byah me na khaya to kab khaya ..kal gym jakar sab utaar lenge. aaj to bas mauj karo khao piyo aish karo ”

I smiled at the simple joys of life and moved on to get yet another drink.

The atmosphere was hot and spicy with gorgeous women, overflowing booze and food, dance and music and friends.

Carrying the shagan ka lifafa we headed towards the stage where the couple was seated. Light , camera, action. Cleck and we all gave big smiles hugging each other . The bride looked radiant even after braving a long night under the winter sky. I kissed her goodnight and collected my bachcha party which was huddled in a secluded area enjoying food with new found loves.

It was around three. We did not wait for the Vidayi . It was an overwhelming experience. One such wedding is enough to drain out the juices in you. I felt happy to be back in my car heading for home sweet home.

The Punjabi wedding hiatus was over. I was fully loaded with Smirnoff thanks to some great pals. Boys were happy to get some PYT s on their Mobiles and hubby desperate to reach home and hit the sack.

Held Captive by..

Words hold me captive

unheard, unsaid words

silent cold words

with sharp, jagged edges

pointed words

smoldering hurting words

words dancing in dizzy circles

clogging words

imaginary, jumbled up words

words rising in my insomniac mind

dormant words

words throbbing, pulsating, vibrantly alive

unemotional, impersonal words

shallow words

hollow words

claustrophobic words

limp lifeless words

heart wrenching words

superfluous words

melting words

fiery words

frozen words

lucid words

caged words

dark words

assertive words

mocking laughing outlaws

dry, shriveled words

murky words

entangled words

unexpected words

pungent words

futile words

momentary words

suggestive words

words lurking in the dark

smoky, blurred, shady words

carefully crafted

chiseled words

distant words

persuasive words

incredibly dramatic words

evaporating words

flawless fluidity

passionate words

love laced noncommittal words

panting, exhausting orgasmic words

hurried words

flattering words

irrevocable words

fabricated words

discolored words

strained words

tainted words- crimson

words that flatter your ego

contradictory words

rearranged words

Word Trap- tormenting, deliberate, schemed

ghosts of words

that tap my shoulders and follow me in the dark

fragrant intoxicating words

i am Imprisoned, held captive by your words




too many words …

-Tiku 22.11.2009

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Ritu Lalit’s Blog post “Stop! Or my Mom will Shoot”

It is an honor to start my cross posting with Ritu Lalit of Weaving A Web

A super cool mom and mom-in-law 😀 with great sense of humor and excellent writing skills, her blog is worth a visit. She is not just a great writer, an avid blogger but also my mentor, friend and one of the finest woman I know.

Ritu writes about parenthood, humor, social issues, poetry ,fiction and much more.

Someday I want to have just 1% of what she has as far as strength of a woman goes. Wishing her the very best in life. Thank you Ritu for being their for me.

Here is one of the hilarious posts that I want to share with my readers.. Check it out 😀

Stop ! or my mom will shoot

She writes

Both the boys went yesterday to the Mall and brought me a gift … probably because they saw Singh is King without me, and then went ahead and saw Rock On without me, even though I whined, sulked and put them on a punishment diet which was totally vegetarian. I think a steady diet of beans, brinjals and cabbage brought them to their senses. So they got me a cd of the latest movies (yeah even though piracy is a dirty word, it has its plus points) and a copy of Stop! Or my Mom will Shoot, a delightful movie starring Sylvester Stallone and Estelle Getty … because the Mom reminds them of me. I guess I will forgive them and make them aloo meat – the sucker for flattery that I am.”

Read more by clicking the link of the main article.

enjoy 😀

Winterlicious :)

The winter is slowly setting in and while there is still time to cuddle into warm blankets and quilts the time has come to dig into winter favorites.

There is no better place than a warmly lit, sunny kitchen for those who love to cook, bake and relish the amazing winter delights. The sun rays drifting from the mesh windows of my kitchen have been tempting me to start with my winter cooking and the first on list was Gaajar ka halwa. With two ravenous wolves as sons , I really had tough time handling the non ending tasting sessions.

Winter in Delhi brings out all the possible colors in the fruit and vegetable market and it is fun to shop. The different kinds of greens, carrots, pumpkins, radishes, both white and red, a vast variety of salad material, coriander and mint for chutney and Indian Gooseberry for pickle, the market has it all. Then there are delicious apples, oranges, maltas, guavas for jams , jellies and marmalade. Peanut butter is a must on the breakfast table every day and as the weather changes that’s the first thing to be made.

There is no end to what magic one can do with so many ingredients. One just needs to let the imagination go wild.

The place is set now for sarson ka sag with makki ki roti, bhakhri and bajra roties, various kinds of stuffed parathas with butter and pickles, thalipeeth, sabudana vadas and khichadi, vada pao, pao bhaji, hot rasams and aviyals.

Chutneys, murrabas, guava jelly, apple gooseberry jam, seasonal pickles and last but not the least mithais of all sort.

Tasty, Nutritious and power packed.

Every winter we all sit around on lazy afternoons munching peanuts, rewaries, gajak , til ke ladoo and many such delicacies. The mouth watering stuff comes from special shops and not just any shop round the corner. There is a special shop in North Delhi from where the winter delicacies come. Sesame and Jaggery both are beneficial for health in winter season and very nutritious. Peanuts and dry fruits add to the taste and flavor.

I myself make ladoos and panjeeri at home. It used to be a great family association time with each member putting some effort to make those time consuming delights but now I do it alone and in small quantity. ( as if it helps ..sigh!)

I discovered that the black carrot halwa is much more scrumptious than the red one. Not many people know about it. 😉

It feels so good to see the smile of content and pleasure on the faces of the kids as they attack the whole range of goodies.

It’s more fun making than eating. For me it is therapeutic too. At one time I used to make apple pies, apple crumbles, etc but now have limited myself to regular stuff.

One thing that makes winter in Dilli special is roasted sweet potatoes (shakar kandi) and pop corns. No winter day is complete without it. Dates are my favorites and since childhood the best thing to munch has been puffed rice or Gur- chana which is high in Iron content too. I find it much better than the chips and wafers.

I want to share my recipe for quick, healthy and filling laddoos which can be kept for a long time.

Have fun

Whole Moong Dal and Atta Ladoos

1cup roasted and finely ground Whole Moong Dal

2Cups – Whole Wheat Flour

Ghee- just enough for binding

1/2 cup Dry Fruits – Walnuts, almonds, cashew nuts all finely chopped and raisins

3-4 small cardamoms – freshly ground

1 cup Bhoora Cheeni ( according to taste)

method :

Dry Roast Green moong dal on low flame till slightly brown. Remove from heat and grind finely. Keep aside.

Dry Roast Atta till golden brown and the aroma starts coming.

Mix the moong dal powder properly in it.

Add hot Ghee just enough to bind the mixture. Roast for some more time till light brown in color

The mixture should give out a nice roasted aroma.

Remove from heat and let it cool slightly.

Add boora cheeni ( best for ladoos and healthy too) and dry fruits

Add cardamom powder.

Mix well and make small ladoos while the mixture is slightly hot

Let them cool on a tray and then store in a container.

Eating one such ladoo a day gives you a lot of energy for the day.

So go ahead and make your own. while I go back to my den and think of some new dish for today.

Enjoy !!!

There is one more thing that I make for kids

High Energy Bar

Method –

Take oatmeal, different dry fruits, peanuts, raisins etc., flax seeds or any other seeds. you can also put dried figs, dried cherries or any such ingredient of your choice.

Slightly roast them and crush them roughly.

mix honey into the mixture till everything is nicely covered. The mixture shouls be soft but not sloppy or lumpy.

Take an aluminum foil make a bar or a roll as thick as your finger and freeze.

Later it can be kept in the fridge also.

One can make many variations of energy bars and have them as quick snacks.

Cross-Posts from Blogger Friends

It gives me a great pleasure to share some of the finest posts from bloggers who have made their mark with their great writing. These are friends, fellow writers and people who have help me take those initial steps when I started as a blogger. Each one of them has something unique to offer.

I am really thrilled about this new venture and hope all my readers will come read the posts. comment and critique.

I start this Sunday with Ritu Lalit whose blog ‘Weaving A Web’ is worth a visit. She has a great sense of humor and has won awards, got interviewed for her writings. There is comedy, posts on parenting ,social issues, poems,stories and much more on her blog.

So gear up for some fine reading starting tomorrow 22.11.2009.

I am excited , aren’t you ? 🙂

So let’s meet this Sunday and have a date with Ritu, my Mentor, friend, fellow blogger and the first guest here.

May my heart always be open to little: E.E.Cummings

May my heart always be open to little

May my heart always be open to little
birds who are the secrets of living
whatever they sing is better than to know
and if men should not hear them men are old

may my mind stroll about hungry
and fearless and thirsty and supple
and even if it’s sunday may i be wrong
for whenever men are right they are not young

and may myself do nothing usefully
and love yourself so more than truly
there’s never been quite such a fool who could fail
pulling all the sky over him with one smile

ee cummings (October 14, 1894 – September 3, 1962)

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I carry your heart with me :E.E.Cummings

Born on October 14, 1894 in the town of Cambridge Massachusetts e.e.cummings is one of my most loved poets. He is so inspiring and emotionally stimulating. I will be sharing some of his poems here.

Enjoy the experience.

i carry your heart with me by e.e.cummings (1894 – 1962).
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

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Delicious Dilli Nights

Winter is the best time to explore and enjoy the night life of Delhi. For foodies like me winter brings an opportunity to relish the dizzying range of street food. Imagine having a hot ” kadak” chai with anda parathas ( egg parathas) of Moolchand paranthewala near Moolchand flyover close to vikram hotel at 12 in the night or for that matter any parathas at Jain ka dhaba in CP. The piping hot parathas with a dollop of butter is the best sight on a cold foggy winter night. The only other warmth that one feels is that of friends.

It is an amazing experience to drive along the dark roods of the capital with a few close friends amidst laughter, jokes, music and chitchat. I can never forget the amazing time we used to have all covered in colorful woolens, with a pre mix ready in the car ..(BTW a premix is either rum n cola or vodka and 7up) 😀 stopping by the roadside dhabha and eating scrumptious Dal makhani, parathas , tandoori chicken and many such sinful delights.

The night adventures are not for the diet conscious. I remember heading for Dhabas at Murthal (on NH1 after sonipat). Though they serve only veg food it is worth the drive. In fact there are quite a few very good dhabas that are open all night near Delhi Gurgaon border and Kapashera Border. At one time the Kapashera border dhabas used to serve ‘bater'(quail) also which is banned now.

Our favorite joint used to be “Chinar” at Delhi Gurgaon Border. The food, ambience and service is great. We had some memorable late light gatherings there. It sure is a big hit with BPO crowd and hoteliers who head for a relaxed meal after a gruelling work shift.
The remembrance of the trips made to places outside indian oil building for parathas still make me nostalgic. For anda parathas green park was the favorite place. we also went to Comsum just outside Nizamuddin Railway station. Though it doesn’t qualify in the street food category but when you want food at 3:30 am that’s the place to be in.

Nizamuddin area is heaven for those who love non- vegetarian food. For mouth-watering mutton tikkas, shammi kebaabs and seekh kebaabs and sweet Phirni in a clay platter is worth a try. There are so many great food joints here that one should really brave the rush and find the one which suits our needs. On Thursdays apart from great food one can even catch some Qawwalis session at Nizamuddin Darghah along with sinfully delightful qormas, biryanis etc.

One place I loved to go and still do is “Ganga Dhaba ” at JNU campus. Like my friend used to say ” this dhaba is world-famous in Delhi “. 🙂 It sure is my kind of place.A battleground for all sort of intellectual debates, a hot spot during university elections, a perfect relaxation joint for friends. The place has it all. The wholesome parathas, endless cups of chai , Alloo bonda, pakodas and shikanji ( sweet or salted lemon water) in summers under the night sky is an unforgettable experience.

A trip down memory lane takes me to the galees and kuchas of Chandini Chawk. Kareem’s( since 1913), Parathewali gali, and many of Delhi’s oldest and most famous food joints are in the walled city and in the days of Ramadan the place is buzzing with food lovers. The sight is enough to put you in a dizzying aromatic experience. Parathewali Gali has the most amazing concoctions of a paranthas ranging from Plain paranthas, salted or sweet paranthas, dal (pulses) ka parantha, gobhi ka parantha (minced cauliflower), radish parantha, pudina parantha (mint), popadom parantha, cashew nut parantha – the variety is endless. One even gets a sinful 16 layered paratha with butter and dahi or lassi .. Nirvana for someone who loves her food.

A night stroll near Jama Masjid can get you to some amazing food places.The place warms up for a long evening at the time when birds are returning to their homes on the lush trees in the area and shopkeepers, tired from their work, are pulling up the shutters for the night. The aroma of sumptuous fish tikkas, kebabs,mutton qormas, biryanis, Haleem, and in sweets jalebis, firni(rice pudding) in earthen bowls and sevion ka muzzaffar fill the night air, luring you to the hundreds of hand carts and small shops with 300 watt bulbs and colorful banners. The hustle bustle refuses to die down even at the mid night hour. By 1:30 slowly and unwillingly the foodies bid farewell to this place and the silent shadows of night take over the streets.

I feel nostalgic writing this post. Some of the most memorable moments of my life were spent roaming the lanes and by lanes of Delhi with friends , an experience which is etched in my heart forever.