Who were They???

Bhrrruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu mmmm  Bhruummm BHruummm

Riding my bike around the A G square @ Bhubaneswar, the green trees of the I G Park are quite a mesmerizing fillers to the cool of that place,

I was hurriedly moving to the place well known as Pantaloons to get a pair of formal trousers, because of the Moral Policing at ITER against boys wearing jeans.

(I mean we dress as uncles and the old men are happy , I hope their grandchildren are born with formals on.   :O )

 

Screeeechhhhhhhhhhhhh !! Thuddddd!!!!

I see an old man on the road, his arms bruised, fore head bleeding, blood all around his pale yellow shirt , now completely dusty.

A huge crowd around him.

I too park my bike near by to check out the matter.(Curiosity as if there were free Ke laddus).

Only 2 people there lifted him up,while the rest of them there looked upon dumbstruck, and more such people like me coming in to enquire

“Kana Hela !! Kana Helaa!!  ”==” What happened ?? What happened??” As if their answers will solve the problem.

The poor old man gets accompanied by the two people in an Auto rickshaw  & leave to the hospital.

As usual I feel shocked for about five minutes as I drive, thinking “ Why didn’t I help the oldman? Why was I just standing there? What was there to feel awkward when I knew that helping others is a good thing to do.”

 

…….

There was no moral to learn just a feeling of guilt:- social , intuition and self consciousness pulling yourself in all directions.

If you have such experiences please do respond and write in.

 

Why Do Men fight without a reason!!

Well a cool winter evening awaits.

A  stupendous fire cracker showdown to complete. An incredible evening of talent or not so much of talent. Ya But one thing that delights my mind is the irresponsibility of being late ; not writing painstaking laboratory records .

How on earth can I thank God from saving me from two days of horrifying and irritating English of our lecturers.

Just another Genesis, though the curiosity about the other end of barricade is there.

The music is groovy , the star is shining on the dias with Spot lights focused. Guys freaking out totally.

When suddenly,

“M(slang)       B(slang)   How the hell can you hit me “,A guy with dirty long hair drunk till the brim shouts out loud!.

“You (slang)   (slang) (slang)   You dare touch me. I will cut you into pieces.. (slang) (slang) (slang)   I will throw you seven oceans away ”.

I thought mockingly “Human dreams & alcohol!! One who can’t walk straight, aspires to throw the other across oceans!!”.

Bishum !!       Dhishummm !!        thwatt!!          poing!!

And more of those punches, collar pakad ke dhabadd shots and more.

Phew !!! NO wonder they were acquaintances a few days ago ; just 2-5 pegs has turned them around.

Well history says it World War 1 was caused due to

          I.            Plans, distrust and mobilizationà   bole toh “Tu ready to Apun bhi phod dalega!!”

Fighting on two fronts meant Germany had to eliminate one opponent quickly before taking on the other.

 

        II.            Arms Raceà          A race to build strongest army and naval forces by Germany. Bole toh “dadda dada bhaga bhaga sa dada dada bhaga bhaga sa … Get the guns and shoot . Why ??? Who cares Why just shoot ”

      III.            Economic Imperialismà              ”Jiski bhens uski puunch!! Improper foreign policies & trade policies”.

Vladimir Lenin asserted that imperialism was responsible for the war. He drew upon the economic theories of Karl Marx and English economist John A. Hobson, who predicted that unlimited competition for expanding markets would lead to a global conflict.

 

Hmm Wonder how things between our college’s SRK “Hota Sir” & Dean “Ranatunga” are so peaceful.Or are they not??

What exactly makes men prone to high on their temperature scales with just a few sentences or provocations? Should we blame the youthful blood or the Does science have answers..

 

The first form of anger,named "hasty and sudden anger" ; connected to the impulse for self-preservation. It is shared between humans and animals and occurs when tormented or trapped.

 

The second type of anger  is named "settled and deliberate" anger, and is a reaction to perceived deliberate harm or unfair treatment by others. These two forms of anger are episodic.

 

The third type of anger is however dispositional and is related more to character traits than to instincts or cognitions. Irritability, sullenness and churlishness postures are examples of the last form of anger.

However this Gyan doesn’t help!!At times aggression is important to get things done,

Violence is not a healthy tool but the aggression of doing something gets things done.

The aggression of people on the aftermath of terrorist attacks, has forced the Govt to take actions though diplomatic.(But still justice hangs undelivered).

 

Some more aggression and mobilizing the Air Force and military troops will get the Pakistani authorities up and steady.

 

I mean look at the way Iraq has done its part in completely erasing terrorism.

 

If I have focused only on Men and people find me biased,

 I haven’t found women fighting in public, though their “I am the best !” and “Hmmph!! How dare she do what I didn’t" attitude is quite flagrant many a times.

But a hats off to women for not fighting in public!!

 

 

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Also if you didn’t like it .

Mumbai gets Dearer

The other day I was having my usual cup of espresso (an Indian version of milk run out coffee),my mom still trying to persuade me to go & have a bath.

My cell phone rings…(love these moments when u can avoid yet another bath). My friend on the other side with a panicky voice tells me of “Gun fires at Mumbai”. My leoish attitude towards Mumbai has been quite apathetic, Because of Raj Thakrey and his so called Marathi manoos who quite flagrantly move away the Bihari people from their state with glorified grin on their face(As if they got the Country free from whatever)…Though my view of perceiving Mumbai hasn’t been that good because of it’s dirty politics or my shear over attachment with my city is uncertain.

The next moment my sister raises a loud voice from the TV Room (as if the Mihir from kyunki dies for the 31^st time)..but wait it was again something else “the T-word.”

“Terrorists have attacked the major hotels in Mumbai!! Hundreds of hostages inside. Reports of gunfire & explosions too.” The site of the major hotel Taj under flames of red and ugly fire made me numb and my nerves sweat.

All the news channels Times Now,NDTV,Aaj tak keep showing the same pictures of death dancing naked having it’s hideous laugh with humanity being ravaged. Rajeev Khanna, the Manager who had to lose his wife, his two children I think he still must be shocked and dumbstruck at the sudden calamity at his family. The spirit of Mumbai being ravaged by the terrorists because it doesn’t give in to terrorism ever!!

Well at such tainted times there is a cherry on the cake ==”5^th Semester exams head on” drifting myself away at such a time to be calm I sit down to concentrate on the mathematical graphs and it’s derivations.

Trying to refresh the lectures of Mr.Bimalesh Nayak {Maths} I plunge into them vertex ‘u’ is directed to vertex ‘v’ and my … mind drifts me back at the sight of The Taj hotel into the room where the fire is callous where a family cries out, “Baba!!! Baba!!! Help us anybody” to the common man ,to God damn anybody to save them please. Or may be they are numb and  have nipped their voices to keep them safe while they die in silence without a voice raised…!!!

Times Now Breaking news “101 Killed  in Attack” keeps on flashing on the screen as if there is some discount on stale veggies at Big Bazaar.An interview including farookh sheikh, shefali shah,and suhel seth(the guy whose hair is white as a fairy and seems he never combs nor visits a barber,wearing a tuxedo)

Says “We are living in callous times, our politicians are inept. The home minister is the worst in the entire history who is not just inept,incompetent,inarticulate & he is reasonably unintelligent. You have done great coverage But this nation will forget in about four months”..These words sprung in a fire and force as if God had given me the super power or I was a mad scientist who could just pick up those Dastardly devils and squeeze them into the gutters, Mumbai is defamed of. I had never felt such a feeling of solidarity , of brotherhood towards the Mumbaikars as I did today, definitely Mumbai got dearer.

When I flash back into the times people break rules to get inside the Puri temple,or the railway station in Bhubaneswar, that I have been into without a platform ticket tells me deep. No one is safe..

Though I am just 20 I feel the DRDO has a lot of contribution to make for the security of the civilians,

·         Advanced surveillance techniques, civil warfare and accurate and handy weapons.

·         Robotics and automated gunner turrets..(Wheels with guns movable inside structures to kick some terrorist a##...)

·         Independent and separate intelligence agency.(free from political influence)

·         Automated Sedating structures at public places..(the way you get a mad dog under control)

No one is safe today, not you, not me.

I have heard of competent politicians like Indira Gandhi only in my bedtime stories from my mother.

Its high time we work for ourselves to build a safer country for ourselves.

May be the younger generation like Rahul Gandhi, Sachin pilot should be given a chance to work for the country.

I also hope the Government of Orissa too learns of it someday soon because we don’t have another Puri temple and  Sun temple.

                                                                                     

A date with A foodie

“Sergeant tango we have got the momo  army coming in.” Cash said.

“We have only person who can help us at this”. Tango said to himself.

“Calling Agent Abhisek!! Calling Agent Abhisek!! “

 

“I read you Tango. Brief mission.” I said with heavy and alarmed voice.

 

“Sector 7 Barista quarter 92° north!! MOMOS ARE HEAVY, I REPEAT MOMOS ARE HEAVY” Tango called.

This was my call, the men needed my help. I was their only chance. I had to prove it again.

This was my call I had to prove my valor in the battle ground.

I briskly got the two Chinese weapons I got from my teacher.

My heart beating faster then ever,

“I am moving in.” I said to my self.  I made an overview of their numbers and positions.

I pierced one of them to my Chinese sticks. But then they attacked me with their secret chemical weapon, ‘SCHEZUAN SAUCE!!!’.

Heyyyy just kiddin guys..

I was at Barista , the place I could find the best of momos in the city.

With whom?

Well ,   will you come with me on A date; On a date with the foodie.

God has made heaven. True very True.

And for people like me it lies in the food made by the Angels.

And devils too who make the puchkass(Gup chup ) with dirty water resulting in motions being loose…..

 

 

 

The 3 cuisines which made me the crazy foodie were very special in their own way. Though it might be a bit boring for all the non foodie duffs.

1.   Steamed momos from Barista.

2.   Babbai Idlis  in Venkateshwara coffee shop, Hyderabad.

3.   The Honey based chicken dish made by My Mom.

In sadde hindi we can say,

MOMO  aka dumpling aka buzz aka jiozi aka …  ke pichee 11 mulkon ke bhukke pade hain..

The momos which looked so inviting, it’s white glossy skin as if it was bathed by the milky universe. I pierce it’s soft skin with the chopstick (Chinese weapon :P) to reveal the steam purging out slowly carrying the mild smell of freshly steamed pink chicken stuffing.

Hmmm heaven...

Though I never had a zeal of food, the first bite of this amazing food did charm my tongue & brain cells completely & jagaofy my “andar ka foodie”. And yes insist on Schezuan sauce or the chilly garlic sauce, it exponentially increases it’s flavor.

The flavor of chilies & sesame oil of the schezuan sauce & it’s combination with the chicken feels like small red red bulbs glowing in your head periodically while you slowly savour the chicken melting.

Last momo on the plate..It becomes WAR  when it comes to the last momo.

 

 

 

The other day of my visit to Hyderabad when all of us were hungry of the journey. We decided on to something South Indian. {Greatest sin for a spice & spicy food lover}.

I glanced at the menu which was laminated on the wall of the Café called “Venkateshwara Coffee Shop”. It was like a rainbow filled with typical South Indian food,starting from the receptionists head moving upward and all the way across the door on the other side.

“Phew .. I hate to do this when you get so many lucrative options and you can have just one.”

“One Babbai Idli please.” I asked the waiter, as if I knew everything about it.

Hyderabad as a city is full of energy, and a hardworking place. Where the bus conductors are educated and converse in fluent English.

And here comes my surprise, a bit of anticipation if thou ordered shall not Be ugly.  

Wallahh!!!!

A plate with two large size idlis, dipped with desi ghee, and a small container containing the chuttni &Two specialty powdered spices or something only they know. I took a bite of the idli into my long awaiting mouth, while the ghee spreads inside my mouth, the bottle green colored granular powder took me aback so many flavors with just one spoonful of spice. Oye!!  Green de, blue de, red de  bubbles spattered inside my head while I took the spicy chutney.. And the spoonful of idli felt like tons of calm potion in my mind.

 

Well No offence! But I tell this to all my vegetarian friends is that we can have as many as dishes in chicken as they have in their entire cuisine. It never ends and always gets better.

Honey à I define it as the substitute for ‘amrit’ , inspite of it’s amazing medicinal properties it has inspired many cooks to include it in their closet.

Every Sunday,I wait for my mom’s speciality dish ”The Honey chicken”

It looked shiny, its gravy looked like molten gold, and damn the nose especially a sensitive one like mine,

The aroma is just inevitable, as if the spices and the honey are dancing together and moving around your nose.

 

The first bite with the solid “mama ke paratthe” is just simply electrifying, with the flavor of honey buzzing your head’s door bells @  440 Volts via your tongue. and the stories keep on & on

 

Well after that I finished off the entire order without being courteous to my date.As usual.

“Oops did I have everything!!”

“OOhh I took your share also..”

“I am sorry I couldn’t, No NO no..don’t go I am sorry.. “Well this is how it ends..

“Thanks for coming …”

Hmm so much of heaven, but wait where are apsaras of heaven??