Month: November 2010

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The Tastes Of India


.Article first published as The Tastes of India on Blogcritics

India is incredible. It is an ancient country. Its Upanishads abound in wisdom. Its culture exudes warmth. Its people are simple. Its traditions are age-old.

This beautiful country is a home to many religions. There is a peaceful coexistence among people who follow different faiths. A skirmish here and a feud there take place occasionally. As we find many religions, as we hear many languages and dialects, as we experience many customs, we also can trace diverse tastes.

The Indian peninsula originates in the Himalayas and ends at the Cape of Kanyakumari. The food which people prepare varies from region to region. In the north wheat is the primary food. In the south, rice is the staple. Generally, Indian food is spicy and hot.

Andhra food is the hottest of all. The mango pickles and chutneys, which look angry red, pose a threat to the taste buds. Avakkai is the most famous pickle that is prepared with great care in this region.

Tamilnadu also excels in preparing various dishes, but they are more mild and less spicy. The idlis and vadais of this area need a special mention. The condiments used give a special flavor to the food.

Kerala food has a liberal mix of coconut milk and oil. Its appam and puttu are very tasty. The nearby state of Karnataka is known for its Mysore rasam and varieties of rices like tomato rice and jeera rice.

Toward the north, the kashmir Pulau is a favorite dish. Basamati rice is used to make this specialty.

West Bengal is famous for its sweets. The mere sight of the white rossa gullas stimulate our appetite. The Maharastrian pakoras are really crispy. The Gujarathis make delicious sweets with milk and nuts. The Punjabis make rotis and raithas with great skill.

Indian masala is irresistible. Indian food is inimitable. The teeming population of this country truly extend a cordial welcome to the tourists by rendering a variety of culinary expertise.

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I Decide


I decide fast,

I decide bold

I decide rash,

I decide harsh.


I decide  at the moment,

I decide without thinking,

I decide  for the sake of it,,

I decide   as I need to.

 

 

I decide instantly

I decide right,

I decide fine,

I succeed.

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Sound of Music


Music flows  like an unruffled wave
Revealing a sombre save.
Music rings  like a jingling bell,
Lilting with an enticing spell.
Music radiates a happy chime,
Revolving round a joyful time.
Music bellows like a loud thunder,
Emanating a metaphysical asunder,
Music brings in a shocking rhythm,
Recalling a  melancholic algorithm.
Music echoes a blissful melody,
Filling up with a celestial goody,
The sound of music are  so many,
Keeping in terms with situations any.

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Pains Are Too Many


Pains  are  so many,

They may seem uncanny

To talk about  them,

Is worth a penny.

 

 


The head wails  and reels

While it  suddenly  feels

A shooting and  splitting ache,

Through the routine  deals.

 

 


The eyes  prick and burn

In the fiery  terrible  sun,

As it experiences a  bloody irritation,

Enduring a  stress  laden reddish run.

 

 


The nose   locks,

In the biting  wintry  stocks,

As it catches  an infection,

Causing  a severe terrific  nasal block.

 

 


The neck sprains,

In a tough ordeal  drain,

Going through  a  stiff position

Proceeding  with  an unbearable strain.

 

 


The heart slows  on

As the pulse  falls  down,

While  it fails  to pump blood ,

Leading to  a  total break down.

 

 


The intestines  mourn

With  a  deficit  born

Succumbing to  a pernicious virus

Caving into a hazardous zone.

 

 


The hands  fumble

In a  shameful  tumble,

As they stabilize   a paralytic move,

Wishing for a therapeutic  preamble.

 

 


The legs sob and  weep,

As  they stumble steep,

With a   stifling difficult   pain,

Tracing into  intermittent peep.

 

 


The incessant intolerable  aches,

Throughout the systematic   stakes,

Cause an impromptu  intricate   strain

That torments and devastates  all makes.











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Nature And Man.


The nature of Man,

Is the way of nature.


 

 

As Thunder cracks the sky,

Man’s anger breaks the cry,

Letting an alarming, deafening sound.

 

 

As Lightening blinds the eye,

Man’s temper hits the tie,

Releasing an apprehensive, fearful stigma.

 

 

 

 

As Nature storms in raucous ,

Man behaves atrocious,

Posing a beastly, wicked   courage.

 

 

As nature floods uncontrolled,

Man causes troubles unbridled,

Implicating destruction, havoc  all through.

 

 

As nature emits heat  in full  form

Man  discharges fury in exact   norm,

Creating a scorching irritating, sensation.

 

 

 

 

As nature expresses biting cold,

Man proposes a scorn bold,

Slashing out an inhuman , contemptuous precision.

 

 

 

 

 

Nature too at times is pleasant,

Man too at times is  decent,

Delivering a delicate , wishful cordiality.

 

 

Man is Nature ,

Nature is Man.





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The Mind in Itself


The mind in itself

Carries   a heavy load,

That no air bus,

Nor  Super fast trains,

Or the gigantic ships,

Take along with them,

On the air,

Across the country,

Over the seas.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The mind in itself,

Holds a package,

That no flights give out,

No railway lines promise,

Or Shipping companies put forth,

Offering a promotional fare,

Charting  a discount  tour,

Inviting a luxurious cruise.

 

 

 

The mind in itself,,

Levies a  bondage,

As it has a soft luggage,

Of happy thoughts,.

Of delighted  workings,

Also drag  a hard  side luggage,

Of  evil thinking,

Of devilish strategies,

Balancing each other .

 

 

 

 

The mind in itself .

Appears like a melting pot,

Blending and fusing races,

As it rejoices and rebuilds,

On one side,

It fumes and froths .

On the other,

As the pot boils   with fumes,

The mind triggers  with  force.

 

 

 

 

 

The mind in itself,

Can make a heaven of hell,

As the famous bard puts it,

It also can make,

Virtue into vice,

Beauty into ugly,

Sanity into insanity

Cause its capacity,

Is worth an infinity.





 

 


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The Sparrow And Me


Tweeting all the way,

Down its causeway,

The little sparrow,

Sits on my window.

 

 

I go about my way,

Addressing my routine pay,

While the sparrow,

Flutters at the window,

 

 

I attend to the  call,

Of a distinct claim tall,

As the sparrow,

Chirps from my window.

 

 

 

I move around  the house,

Taking time to browse,

When the sparrow,

Perches above the window.

 

 

 

I finish up my chores,

Then close all my doors,

At once the sparrow,

Whistles across the window.

 

 

 

I  take a short  nap,

From the rigorous  lap,

Inching the sparrow,

Cackles from  the window.

 

 

 

Only now I barely see

This tiny lovely  wee,

Longingly  the sparrow,

Bids adieu from the window













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How many Smiths?


It was  a real fun,

Compiling the run,

Of smiths on  a roll.

Listing in a scroll.


 

 

Starting with dazzling   goldsmiths,

Crossing  the  shiny silversmiths,

Down to the durable copper smiths .

A conjugation of all  fine smiths.

 

Renewing with decorative  pewtersmith,

Reaching the strong ironsmiths,

Finally to the basic  blacksmiths.

A congregation  of all  metalsmiths

 

 

 

Locking up with wordsmiths ,

Hanging on to  tunesmiths,

Hovering over playsmiths,

A jumble of all abstract smiths

 

 

The suffix smiths ,

Carry on a kith

Of specialized  craft,

And ornamental draft.

 

 

Suffix Smith is a forerunner,

To the modern prefix doctor,

It is an archaic  creative,

Befitting the new derivative.

 

 

 

All smiths  make things fine,

To earn and gain,

A skilful profession,

Which demands neat execution.

 

 

Do we find  many  more smiths?

Since the tabulation is a myth,

As I missed  the  most practical smiths,

That of  gunsmith and locksmith








 

 




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A Midnight Call


The night was sombre and  still,

It was a dark and dreary  fill.

No stars to twinkle and  thrill,

Bereft of special  delight and frill.

 

 

 

The house  was in  a deep silence,

Everyone was asleep  by preference,

There was no possible reference,

But  there existed a plausible  observance .

 

 

Disquieting the  sullen  eloquence,

A shrill ring  triggered from a distance,

Awakening the household in deference,

Jolting everyone to incoherence.

 

 

Fumbling I make it to the phone,

Tumbling  I respond in a subdued  tone,

To   a shrill voice strange and  unknown,

While the caller  dropped the receiver down.

 

 

Cursing the  unfamiliar voice,

I go back  without a choice,

To my bed with no rejoice,

Seeking a fresh and  delicate invoice.





 

 





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An Ode To Number Eight


Numbers are for counting,

Not for crowning,

Numbers are for Maths,

Not for tax,

Numbers are for identity,

Not for entity,

 

 

 

Certain numbers beckon the flock

But eight sucks,

As many dread its pluck,

Because it brings bad  luck,

Oh! it is a mere superstitious  buck.

 

 

Number Eight is propitious to Chinese,

As it is in their Cantonese,

A     gorgeous  appease,

Signifying prosperity and peace,

Carrying with it wisdom and release.

 


 

What does eight propound?

It is but another sound,

That is dressed up as a hound,

Extricating a deliberate  impound,

That of a curious found.

 

 

 

Imagine the order without  eight,

It makes an odd bite,

Leaving a void right,

Interpreting an imbalance  straight,

Voicing a  bill incorrect.

 

Oh!  It is up to all of us

To consider Eight  as an octopus,

And accept it as a plus,

That  evolves a gleeful buzz,

Reaping a meritorious  crush




 

 








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