Love is happiness,
Love is sadness...
But why is it brewed with joy and sadness?
Why is it always an attached apathy, even when the love is long gone?
Why is that I don’t miss you now, yet I don’t seem to forget you?
The little dots of lingering emotions,
Heightened! When I hear your name on a stranger’s lips.
A wish! Which will always find your way?
Or just remain a sweet melancholy in my heart?
Meant to bring sad smile on my face and song to my lips...
Thursday, March 12, 2015
Sunday, July 28, 2013
A mouthful of cooked happiness.
“You know what I love about cooking?
I love after a day when nothing is sure, and when I say
“nothing” I mean nothing.
You can come home and absolutely know, that if you add
egg yolks to chocolate and sugar and milk it will get thick, it’s such a
comfort.” – Julie [from the movie Julie
and Julia.]
Yes, cooking is a comfort, a joy, of creating something.
Who doesn't want a delicious meal at the end of each day?
I love the movie
Julie and Julia; I mean that who wouldn't who loves food and cooking as much as I
do. I have watched the movie so many times over the years and it still gives me
inspiration to cook in any situation. Cooking to me is also a way getting away from
a bad day, a dull life an escape into a delicious, mouth watering daze.
Think about it, how could the vegetables, the spices all
the ingredients conspire to create something so delectable and delicate
something different with every different dish. What is great about cooking is
the ingredients are same specially in Indian cooking yet you can create a whole
variety of dishes using the same ingredients and you get a platter to satiate
the hunger of taste and stomach.
Food is also my way of turning a disappointing day in to a
satisfying one. For instance how my
chicken with curd and black pepper and carrot fried rice turned my tasteless
Sunday in to an appetizing piece. I saw this recipe in one of the food networks
and since then I had mastered it and added my touch. I simply love improvising,
and why not?? As the saying goes “it’s the recipes you create are the best”
So how did I prepare my chicken?
- The basic ingredient to cooking great chicken is how you marinate it. Wash the chicken properly and then add about 1 and a half cups of beaten curd to a kg of chicken and add grounded black pepper, little bit of salt, coriander powder and three tablespoon of mustard oil.
- Now mix them all together, I use my hands, because nothing can beat the subtle art of mixing by hand, you can loving coat each piece with the masala and see the effect.
- Keep aside this marinated meat for at least two hours, longer if you want.
Now for the gravy, take four medium sized onions, a garlic
and some ginger and make a paste of onion, and ginger and garlic.
I am using mustard oil, because it really heightens the flavours of Indian cooking and also gives you a delicious colour.
- Then soak few cashew nuts and make a paste of it too. Keep it aside.
- Now heat mustard oil in a pan, add dried crushed chillies and bay leaves and then add the pieces of chicken and fry (keep aside the marinated liquid).
- When the chicken is half done, take it off from the stove and keep aside.
- Heat some oil again in the same pan and add the onions, after the onions turns golden brown add the ginger garlic paste and fry.
- Then add a cup of curd and stir and after a min, add the cashew nuts paste. (Note: after adding curd it’s essential to add the cashew nuts paste immediately so that the tanginess in the curd is absorbed by the sweetness in the paste.)
I am using mustard oil, because it really heightens the flavours of Indian cooking and also gives you a delicious colour.
I didn't use turmeric powder yet the colour is so beautiful
and delicious, it’s the mustard oil which gave my chicken a hint of colour.
Now for my carrot rice… well it’s very easy, grate one or two carrots depending on the quantity
and keep aside. Now heat ghee or
unsalted butter and add two cloves of
crushed garlic a pinch of pepper, salt and the grated carrots ( add the carrots
according to the quantity of the rice or too much carrots would spoil the dish)
and stir then immediately add the rice and stir them. Your rice is ready, so
easy yet so tasty.
I don't like wasting food, so I had some leftover grated carrots.. what do I do?? I made it into a salad of grated carrots and tomatoes and green chillies and I have one satisfying meal and a comforting Ego (Wink!), because nothing, believe me nothing can give you more satisfaction than a plate of your own cooked delicious platter.
So this is the way I spent my Sunday, hope you all liked the
taste of my writing..till some other cooking time. Goodbye!
Friday, March 8, 2013
The windy soul
The winds are gray
Blustering..
The heart is at fray,
Wound-ering
The waves of vehemence
Coiling
Twisted around the wreath of life.
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
“To the New year”
Each and every passing day was a wrench
A pang of broken promises
A switch of destiny
I followed it through a haze,
The meaning of the voyage
Fringing every fleeting moment.
Now it’s
the end of frozen times
The dusk of a day, a year
The new flicker of expectation
The break of new light, new days
Holding our invisible hopes
Returning home, closing the door of darkness.
Happy New Year..
Sunday, November 18, 2012
Murky waters
Gliding through the twilight,
searching for day, the light,
even the lost nights.
Waves of indecisiveness
in the halo of memories.
I reach out for that one hand
to hold.
The one heart to trust..
And in the fading days of life..
I am still left wavering in the middle.
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
"Deepawali'
The sky never showed me more stars,
The clouds never gave me such rain.
A shower of sparking fire..
A dazzle of sounds.
A 'Diwali' like Diwali.
The festival of lights..
spreading warmth like a
gleaming diya.
A display of brightness
lighting up the night sky.
The rattle of boom
The clouds never gave me such rain.
A shower of sparking fire..
A dazzle of sounds.
A 'Diwali' like Diwali.
The festival of lights..
spreading warmth like a
gleaming diya.
A display of brightness
lighting up the night sky.
The rattle of boom
A play of light and darkness
The spirit of Diwali is in the air..
Happy Diwali!!
The spirit of Diwali is in the air..
Happy Diwali!!
Monday, August 20, 2012
Rainfall
I (tried to) wander lonely as a cloud..
Until the lightning struck me,
And made me disperse into thousand droplets
Falling over the rusted tin roofs
Fading into the swirling depths of a gutter
Until the lightning struck me,
And made me disperse into thousand droplets
Falling over the rusted tin roofs
Fading into the swirling depths of a gutter
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Love Hues
I was starving,
Starving for love.
Then you came along..
You looked at me,
My heart fluttered...
You smiled at me,
I melted...
You spoke those three magical words
I knew, I was yours..
Forever!!
Starving for love.
Then you came along..
You looked at me,
My heart fluttered...
You smiled at me,
I melted...
You spoke those three magical words
I knew, I was yours..
Forever!!
Birthday Poems
Young vodka
Nothing in this world is special,
Until you make it special.
Nothing is too precious, until u held it precious.
A “spe-cious” person with…
A touch of honesty, frankness, kindness
A help beyond asking,
A friend of all friends,
A youthful bottle of ‘spirits’.
You will be forever young.
Small Package
She carries a “harmless-fatal” attitude.
With flow of long witty, garrulous words,
Behind that wicked grin, lies a kind, helpful soul,
Picking me up from the pits of misery and reminiscence,
A true friend that she always is...
The best friend that I will always revere.
I look up in the heavens and wished her thousand wishes
A soul bursting with happiness and success
Nothing in this world is special,
Until you make it special.
Nothing is too precious, until u held it precious.
A “spe-cious” person with…
A touch of honesty, frankness, kindness
A help beyond asking,
A friend of all friends,
A youthful bottle of ‘spirits’.
You will be forever young.
Small Package
She carries a “harmless-fatal” attitude.
With flow of long witty, garrulous words,
Behind that wicked grin, lies a kind, helpful soul,
Picking me up from the pits of misery and reminiscence,
A true friend that she always is...
The best friend that I will always revere.
I look up in the heavens and wished her thousand wishes
A soul bursting with happiness and success
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