Soul curry

My weekend's been pretty uneventful, although some militant members are having a blast, literally, with all the explosions happening in the city. There's nothing much to do in the city, with fuel disappearing from the pumps, and a general danger to the life of mall rats, (which pretty much sums up our otherwise busy weekends). Been holed up at home most part of the day. So got active with another love of mine, cooking; and to tell you a secret, my wife's too, but not cooking though,...... the fact that I love cooking!!
So sleeves folded and the apron on, Toni Braxton imploring to Unbreak My Heart through the radio and a few swigs of my favorite Corona; started off with the help of my able assistant, lovingly called Khuri, to whip up one of my favorite recipes - 'Soulfully cooked pork curry'. Its a great dish, lip smacking tasty, as testified by the only other pork eating member in the family. So i take it upon myself as a duty to share it with you all. Cos as the great thinker Confushuns said, 'The Internet is nothing but a great medium to share the inane!'

Here's the recipe:
For a kilo of pork
Ingredients:

1. Two big onions, diced
2. Ginger garlic paste, grounded to a paste!!
3. Turmeric powder
4. Salt to taste
5. and a pig! Working up an appetite already, ain't i!!

Preparation:

First convert the pig to pork cubes, the size of a 'Bandar chaap' tobacco packet (go figure).

{Off topic - For creative ways to transform pork to pork cubes, please contact her. }

Pressure cook the meat along with about 3 tablespoons of ginger garlic paste, 1 tablespoon turmeric and salt to taste. Let it cook for around 4 to 6 whistles, and then strain water to separate the meat into a bowl. Now take a thick pan and add around 3 tablespoons of oil, preferably mustard oil. Put in the diced onions and 2 more tablespoons of ginger garlic paste and fry a little. Add in the boiled meat and keep frying till cooked. You can also add in 2 sliced tomatoes and a few pungent chillies just before the meat is fully cooked. Serve with chopped coriander sprinkled on top and beer!

Burp!

Forwards

Email forwards can be irritating, especially the chain mail ones. When there's plenty of time at disposal , i normally 'reply all' to the sender with an equally moronic one; and one out of ten times the sender gets the 'message'!
Guys, please please realise that chain mails, like the ones promising imminent prosperity, doom, orgasms etc if forwarded to a minimum number of addresses on your contact list, are very often nothing but bots designed by spammers to fill in their databases. So DO Not hit the forward button.
But one such forward (not chain mail prophesying imminent diarrhoea thankfully!!) from a colleague today, was quite a refreshing welcome. T'was an essay titled 'Paradox of time'. Here goes:

"The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways , but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.
We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.
We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.
We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things.
We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we co mm unicate less and less.
These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete...
Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.
Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.
Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.
Remember, to say, 'I love you' to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.
Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again.
Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.
AND ALWAYS REMEMBER:
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away."

Author: see here

Catharsis

So finally i get down to doing it, writing the blog, to be precise. Guess its been almost a year when i first set up the profile and header, but never really got down to actually posting. There were 'hazar' reasons for not doing so, but let excuses not be the topic for the very first entry!
Instead let me tell you the reason for eventually shrugging off the inertia. Catharsis. Yes exactly, catharsis that writing or rather expressing yourself provides. Let me elaborate on that.
Last monday, a post on one of the mailing lists, of which am a member, shot up my blood pressure levels to incredible heights. It was all about an article( Murder most foul )in a national newspaper of an alleged incident of animal slaughter in the hallowed portals of our JNU, by a resident student who belongs to one of the states from the north east of India. Although the writers protest of animal slaughter was understandable, but what ticked me off (and a million others too, judging from the acerbic postings on various forums) the most was the writers sweeping statements about the culture, people etc of the states of the NE of India, and her general prejudiced and zealotist attitude, which reeked of nothing but ignorance in bucketfulls. More alarming was the fact that a national newspaper thought it appropriate enough to publish it.
The whole day passed in scouring the forums for apt replies to this ignoramus. Befitting ones were like a breeze of cold air to an enflamed heart, although it was clear from my road rage on the commute back home, that it wasn't enough!
Eventually, after a satiating dinner of pork and whisky, got down to writing, (pounding actually!!), a retort!
Suggest you check it here . Its the cock and bull story and writing it was indeed cathartic!!!