pic courtesy – my digi
I was driving to work on a pleasant summer evening,my mood was not fit to fix anything.Was listening to “shine on ” and was trying to sing along.There i took a left turn and as usual passing by the lane and the old school road.This was on the right, a gulmohar bathing in the sun ray’s.I had to stop my car and capture it.My mood started shining the song was near perfect.
How I wish everyday was so enchanting and full of moments to capture…..
a friend sent me this mail and It made me smile, go on a nostalgic trip and much more…..hope it has the same effect on you
Celebration means……
Four friends.
Bahar barsaat.
Four glasses of beer.
Celebration means……
Hundred bucks of petrol.
A rusty old bike.
And an open road.
Celebration means……
Maggi noodles.
A hostel room.
4.25 a.m.
Celebration means……
3 old friends.
3 separate cities.
3 coffee mugs.
1 Internet messenger.
Celebration means…… Rain on a hot tin roof.
Pakoras deep-frying.
Neighbors dropping in.
A party.
Celebration means……
You and mom.
A summer night.
A bottle of coconut oil.
A head massage.
Here is bit of what I go through….
My mind stopped thinking for the past few hours.Now it is normal when asked to sleep,smoke,eat,talk or do any random thing.It only goes into coma when asked to write about myself in my appraisal.
Yes,that is what I am shaking and going craze over.I am kind of confused over what I have done in the past 6 months.I.e after my first performance review.The reasons being unlike the whole world my job has no specified KRA(key responsible areas).I kind of manage many things.Jim of all trades.However,this is one time of the year where I got to pull in all the mails dated year 1600. It is tad difficult to as few of them have been archive.So,what do I do.I write and rewrite things I have done.Now,this means I got to boast of the good and data specific work I have done.
I got neat friends in office who stand next to me and go like “deepthi this this this is what you have done on that date or “wait I have copy of all the mails you sent” or” here is the for you”.Seriously love you guys for that and thanks.(your treat chai @ bus stop).
So self appraisal is nothing but you got to praise yourself till you get that 5 pointer.I need that 5 pointer badly.I need for a growth,more job responsibilities,more training in a cool resort.the most imp thing more money honey…
I heard one of the guys in office saying what is in a position and why do u need one? Well I do need one to get a great pay pack when I leave and to ensure I have achieved great deal @ my work place.I am after all a normal human who deserves things worth the work I put in right?????
Here is bit of what I go through….
I was going through CM’s blog and got on to a site which has funny and intresting things like the below and thought I’d try and voila It had to happen..I am not sure how….
| Your True Love Is an Aries |
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ok here we go…..
Biryani ummm mouth waters,taste buds tangle and I just want to get there and grab the goddam Biryani now…I am from the city that is famous for food.If you are a guest of our city,we will never ever let you go without taking you to Paradise,Bawarchi,Old city.We will force you to eat out Biryani and wait till you fill your heart and stomach and then say “wah wah”.The biryani is the word for the hour,day,week,month and year here.
so,how did it arrive here.I hope it was not parceled in silver foil and mailed overnight? actually the Emperor Aurangzeb got this touch to our land when he was here in 1600.He came along with a couple of governors and one of them stayed behind…
This comes in 2 kinds the Katchi and the Pakki.The huge difference is in the preparation method.The name comes from Perisan word biriani which means fired or roasted.The nizmas kitchen boasted 49 kinds of this biryani.Another popular version is the Awadhi biryani.The vegetarian version is called Tehri .
Please find the recipe here and may your taste buds love mua….
Hyderabadi Biryani
Ingredients
Meat – 1 KG Boneless
Basmati Rice – 1/2kg
Onion – 2 Big
Lime Juice – 1/4 Cup
Curd – 500 GM
Ginger Garlic Paste – 4-6 Tsp.
Red Chilli Powder – 1/2 Tsp.
Green Chilli – 4-6 grind into fine past
Shazeera – A Pinch of Shazeera
Clove – 1-2
Cinamon – 1-2
Cardamon – 2-3
Coriander Leaves – A bunch finely chopped
Mint leaves – 8-10 sticks – Plucked only leaves
Safron – 2 pinch of safron, immerse in water
Safron color – A pinch of color liquified with water
Ghee – 2 Tsp.
Oil – 2 Cup oil
Salt – To taste
Method:
Cut the meat into 4″ square pieces and wash it
Add ginger garlic paste to the washed meat and Marinate it for 1 hour.
While marinating you cut the onions thinly lengthwise and Fry the onions in the oil on low flame till it becomes golden brown.
Now remove the golden brown onions from the oil and spread it on the plate, when it cool then crush it with your hand.
Now add the curd 3/4 part of crushed fried onion, Red chilli powder, Green chilli paste, Cinamon, Cardamon, Shazeera, Clove, Coriander leaves, Mint leaves and safron water, salt to taste and remaining part of the oil into this marinated meat and leave for one hour.
After one hour take basmati rice and washed and now pour water into the rice as you cook it and add salt one tea spoon, Cinamon, Cardamon, Shazeera, Clove, Coriander leave, mint leave, Green chilli 2 cut into lenght wise. Now put on flame but when rice start cooking when the rice becomes half cookded. Then remove it flame. Drain out the water completly. Now spread this half cooked rice on the marinated meat. Upon the rice layer you spread lime juice, saffron color and ghee and remaining part of the crushed onion.
Now cover the utensil with lid tightly. Keep it on a very low flame After 1/2 hour exactly take it out from the flame.
Now your delicious tasty Hyderabadi Biryani is ready to eat.
Serve hot with curd chutney or with Bagare Baigan Curry.
the above preparation is from the web and not by me so me too will try and let you know
Those were the days,when life was just seen like one gushing fall.
No one to stop you,no boundaries around.Even if they did you never cared.
It is rather strange that you have frozen today,
have the insides refused to melt or has the hurt dried them like the summer sun?
You asked me as a child,is there a reason for this pain? is there no room for it to be locked? is there no one above it? is it you that enjoys causing it?
My dear I have grown within you,you nurtured me and made me what I am today.
you gave me soil,you gave me shade,you made me feel like a queen till date.
I do not want to tear you apart or cut the chord.
I just want you to realise that I am a part and parcel of life.
I come when you ask me to and leave when you healed.
I have no destiny or no choice of my own.
I just remain there for you to call,as you did many times.
I came running into your arms.you hugged me,kissed me and threw me away when the deed was done.
I am the name you call me with,I am the insane,I am the traitor,I am the ruler of the empty space,deep within your broken heart!!!!!!
I promised that I will write about the Chowmahalla Palace.So,keeping my promise here is what I could gather about the Palace.
Chowmahalla Palace
Chow means four and Mahalla means Palace Chowmahlla=four palaces.Nizam Salabhat Jung in 1750 was the person behind giving shape to this construction and Nizam Afzar-ud-Dawla Bahadur was the key person to ensure the construction was completed during 1857 and 1869.The palace is on 45 acres.However the sad truth is that only 11 or 12 acres remain untouched.It has Laad or the Chudi bazaar next to it.It is very close to the Shalibanda cross roads.We got confused getting there as it was a jam packed traffic night at Charminar.
This was built as a replica of the Shah’s Palace in Teheran.Only one part of the Palace is open to public now and it sure my breath away.There is a clock on one of the towers here and It was prompt and kept ticking away ever hour.It has been working since the day the palace was built.
The Council Hall which housed a rare collection of manuscripts and priceless books is where the Nizam often met important officials. Roshan Bangla is another garden which got the name after the sixth Nizams mother.
The best part is the centerpiece which is so exquisite.It was the seat of Asaf Jahi dynasty.You have to take a look at it and it takes your breath,heart everything away for few minutes.It is mind blowing.Chowmahalla, apparently had more then 7000 attendants and has been compared to the ‘Enchanted Gardens of the Arabian Nights’.(Now that is for records)
If and when you in Hyderabad or the city of pearls take time out to visit this magnificent structure.It has to be on your list of places to see before I Die list.
Out of my experience I have to tell you it was hypnotising to be there.I was looking up while I was in the concert to see if there are any Princely Ghosts around to tell me the history of the palace
That is how my Saturday evening was spent.Under the massive roof called the sky,with lights from the heaven above and the Usatad with his young sons.
Hyderabad Times is on festive mood for the month of April.Summer has begun with the right note for us here.
A friend and I were at Chowmahala palace(see the pic) sitting down in the traditional way on a gadda,with hyderabadis around and listening to Ustad Amjad Ali Khan and his young sons Aman and Ayaan Ali Khan.What would one expect from this amazing combo.
The evening began with a tense traffic and non stop jams.Friend and I were getting tensed about missing the show.We were in what you called the human traffic torture cell for like 45 min.Thank god the vehicles decided to move(more like pedestrians decided not to walk in the middle of the road) and we reached the Palace.Waited outside for another friend who was getting us the passes.She missed the whole show cause she was stuck in the jam for like one hour.So she called it quits.So,what happens? a kind soul approaches us and sez”aap show miss hore,chalo andar chalo”(means u missing the show so go in) and we jumped and ran….
We were just in time to get out and parked right in front of the sound area.Just than began one of the many hypnotic moods in my life.I always have this smile on ma face when I sit for a recital.Let it be Ustad Amjad Ali,Sree Gangu Bai hangal Guru or Gundecha Bandu brothers.I was lucky to have my friend who shared the same taste.He began enticing the audience with three raagas.I loved the raag Ganesh Kalyani. He composed this in the memory of the Late Rajeev Gandhi.If you get this online download it.
The younger generation took the stage for the second hour.They played,however to get to where the Ustad is they would take some more time.
It was then that we were feasted with a perfect blend of music.
The father and sons played in symphony.Rabindranath provided them with inspiration from the era that indulged India and pampered the mother with rabindra sangeet.He played Ekla Chalo a pure bangali song.(I am going to learn this from my friend)
They then played Raag Kiranvani and the old lady next to me was hummin a traditional song along with Ustad.It was more like he was playing and she was singing for me!!!!
The best part of the evening was that my friend and I were extremely lucky to be surrounded by the generation of woman who were there to show the future what music meant.Like the technical manager who knew everything about raagas and was there with her family.She was telling her kids about arohan and avrohan,about the tabla and the sarood.She was excited for every chord that was played and she made our day by sitting next to us.Like the old lady next to me who was in her world of music,who sang for herself and for her soul….
Finale got over and it was then that I realised and always do, that India is a country of rich culture and we the future generation have to take a vow to protect it.We should not forget the old for the new and the hindustani/carnatic for hip hop or trance.Let us join hands and store the wealth and grow it and respect it like a “Grand Old Lady”
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