tin's musings

Saturday, March 17, 2012

RUDE FOOD: LOOK n SAVOUR THE TASTE!

Chicken wings in paprika sauce with sour cream n mozzarella

French fries with tangy sauce in rosemary

Roti, alu-gobi fry n anda(dim) curry

noodles wrapped in egg with chilly chicken

peanut-Melon Mozzarella salad with cucumber and onion....it was YUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM. LOVED IT

Florentine Spaghetti garnished with grilled Bacon and Salami

Grilled Salad with Sausages

Omelette, with chunks of bacon And minced meat. Bits of fresh parsley, and black-pepper. With some Gauda and cheddar cheeses. Grilled bread in mayo on the sides

sunny side up cooked with with cayenne pepper and gorgonzola cheese and rosemary. With grilled bread in mayo on the side

Naga style Pork curry with steamed rice

Three Cheese Pizza: Cheddar, Mozzarella and Gauda. With Mushroom, golden corn and Chicken. Home made base and totato sauce

Baked veggies and a fresh herb and apple cider vinaigrette to go with it

Sunday, March 11, 2012

WHY HAVE I BEEN CALLED PAN SINGH SINCE A CHILD

My Father, a journalist at that time, posted in Gwalior did the unthinkable. He interviewed Pan Singh, not the national record holder athlete - but the dreaded "Daaku Chambal ka".

I have been called 'Pan Singh' fondly soon after - by some of his friends and colleagues some of them who still call me that.

Here are two new-paper cuttings from his reports:

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

A not so befitting reply

(Wrote this to this pic)

I long for you.

Here, I search for you.

I am looking for you.

I think you will gallop,

Gallop these mountains

and you will break these chains

And you will come,

Come to me.

As I wait for you,

At my door-step, at my horizon.

Believing that you will come,

Come to me.

The sun and the moon and the stars

They all wait,

Alongside me,

Just for your arrival.

As I seek those days,

As my thoughts wander

As I start thinking of those

summer days.

While there is gloom,

Inside the house,

while there is gloom

inside my heart.

While this world beholds.

I only wait for you.

To come soon,

For I am still a youth.

Just come, come to me.

I wait, I wait for you.

The valleys and the serpentine,

meandering springs, along with it all;

we all wait.

But that time never comes.

But you never come.

what was yesterday, never came today;

It never became today.

you walked away, and I just stood here

But you never came again.

This beauty, this serenity, you never came here

you didn't see, you didn't believe.

And here I am, looking through the horizon,

through the meadows and the fields,

looking and anticipating in daze.

All that I can say is - how could you?

All I could say is - Fuck you!

All I can say is - I cant believe it.

All I can say is - you had some courage.

you left what was beautiful and serene and nice.

You left all life beckoned you.

But you left.

Yet you left.

yes you did.

May this courage stay with you.

May your destiny finds you.

May my good wishes stay with you,

Even if it means

In vain, I wait for you.

In wait I cry for you.

In love, I still believe in you.

In despair, I still find you.

In deed, I still do.

In all, I become.

With it all, I persevere,

I live.

I do.

Do the best, I can be.

I live,

I do.

In the best way I can

I do.

In the strength,

I cope.

In Life,

I find.

Moreover

I'd know,

I'd become.

I'd find

What I want.

What makes me,

What beckons me.

Monday, January 2, 2012

घर: सीमट गयी

INSPIRED BY A PHOTO ESSAY BY JAVED IQBAL,

TO SEE HIS PHOTO ESSAY, CLICK HERE:

http://www.galli.in/2011/10/ghar-javed-iqbal.html

घर
___

घर - उजड़ा,
कटा-फटा
दर्द का अंधियारा
किलकारियों से परे
एक अनजान सा घर
...
ना तुम्हारा- न मेरा
पर है ये वो किसी का

संजोय जाने कौन से मुर्दे
रखे है जाने कितने झरोखों में

न कोइ पुलकित मन
ना ही श्वास का ही ठिकाना
पर है वो - घर
घर, जो है उसका पूरा संसार

पलक झपकाते ही
मानो गायब सी हो गयी

सीमट सी गयी
ये संसार की चार-दिवारी
बस इतनी सी ही रह गयी
घर की मुंडेरी

घर - उजड़ा,
कटा-फटा
दर्द का अंधियारा