An excursion to Lakeside in the wee hours of the morning for a photography expedition…
Trail winds - tearing through the greens braving the foliage and the aftermath,
Fog ensnared amidst the thick greens, soothingly caressing the unfaltering path.
Flowers rouse – blushing, as the dew flirts with the smiling corolla,
Sun drudges through the fog – stretching its rays - for the trail beseeching the Sun’s aloha.
Saturday, September 29, 2007
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Tu Tu Revisited...
Tu Tu is a sweet dish with coconut and sugar(or peanut) stuffed inside rind of powdered rice.
Concoction of coconut and sugar conjure magic as the duo titillate the savour,
Hidden under a veil of white rind – of rice – in ambush for the prospect to flirt with buds – alluring the buds with their multihued flavour.
Served on a neatly cut leaf – a bite in to this ambrosia and heaven unfurls petals of benevolence,
Memories refreshed – of the days gone by – as every morsel excites in ecstasy and music silhouettes itself in this atmosphere of dalliance.
Concoction of coconut and sugar conjure magic as the duo titillate the savour,
Hidden under a veil of white rind – of rice – in ambush for the prospect to flirt with buds – alluring the buds with their multihued flavour.
Served on a neatly cut leaf – a bite in to this ambrosia and heaven unfurls petals of benevolence,
Memories refreshed – of the days gone by – as every morsel excites in ecstasy and music silhouettes itself in this atmosphere of dalliance.
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Ganpati Bappa Moriya!
I was invited for a lunch at my distant cousin’s place here in Singapore on 15th September 2007. Banana leaf never seemed so alluring – and there in the corner on top left side ‘it’ stood brandishing its flavour and wafting an effervescent aroma.
Steam crawls over the rind - that does reek purity – like a vaporous halo – alluring all its followers seeking clemency,
Concoction within - sometimes sweet sometimes sour – levitates soul and sends the dizzying psyche in to frenzy.
Palate flirts with the ecstatic tongue as the savor immerses in to the soul ensconced in amnesia,
Time stands motionless – lost in a miasma, as the taste transcends boundaries - salute this ambrosia.
Ganpati Bappa Moriya! Pudcha Varshi Laukar Ya!
Doff my hat! Crave for more!
And yes, my Mom’s Modak (Kozhakattai) ROCKS!
Steam crawls over the rind - that does reek purity – like a vaporous halo – alluring all its followers seeking clemency,
Concoction within - sometimes sweet sometimes sour – levitates soul and sends the dizzying psyche in to frenzy.
Palate flirts with the ecstatic tongue as the savor immerses in to the soul ensconced in amnesia,
Time stands motionless – lost in a miasma, as the taste transcends boundaries - salute this ambrosia.
Ganpati Bappa Moriya! Pudcha Varshi Laukar Ya!
Doff my hat! Crave for more!
And yes, my Mom’s Modak (Kozhakattai) ROCKS!
Sunday, September 09, 2007
Rapture Blitzkrieg
Shallow layer of blue water entices the corpse - weary and ambulating with a stutter,
Titillating senses of rapture blitzkrieg through the soul as the toe flirts with the surface tension of water.
Sprinkles of water rise - gently massaging and tickling the muscles hampered by stress and laze,
Encumbered mind flees and soul moans in rapture as the bubbling warm water unearths the mystery (of life) and demystifies the haze.
For the uninitiated..this is an Ode to Jacuzzi at my Condo - Yew Mei Green.
Titillating senses of rapture blitzkrieg through the soul as the toe flirts with the surface tension of water.
Sprinkles of water rise - gently massaging and tickling the muscles hampered by stress and laze,
Encumbered mind flees and soul moans in rapture as the bubbling warm water unearths the mystery (of life) and demystifies the haze.
For the uninitiated..this is an Ode to Jacuzzi at my Condo - Yew Mei Green.
Octaves accolade
Melody croons from the depths – wafts sometimes in melancholy wafts sometimes in ecstasy,
Baritone yet mellifluous voice, psyche segues from rags to riches – from nadirs to summits – to rapture from despondency.
Mind and Soul levitate in to a reverie, as the tenor encumbers deliberation of this morsel.
Octaves accolade The King – as feelings transcend heights – ecstasy drools and soul does swivel.
Divya – Thanks for the Collection. Elvis never left the building!
Baritone yet mellifluous voice, psyche segues from rags to riches – from nadirs to summits – to rapture from despondency.
Mind and Soul levitate in to a reverie, as the tenor encumbers deliberation of this morsel.
Octaves accolade The King – as feelings transcend heights – ecstasy drools and soul does swivel.
Divya – Thanks for the Collection. Elvis never left the building!
Saturday, September 01, 2007
Cafe Coffee Day and Aamchi Mumbai...
Bangalore etched memories indelible and imprinted experiences so fascinating that memory shall relish for eons to come. August 9th 2007, I left the IT city to embark on a stopover to Aamchi Mumbai. Little was I aware of what lay in ambush in the city that beckoned and in the city of Vada Pavs and Rains.
Smile embellished my tired countenance to see myself wedged at Dharavi – in the muck and smoke - in the middle of an incessant downpour – Mumbai was in its pristine elegance. Relieved looking parents awaited my arrival at residence – and a mom surprised at my saree picking abilities (well Divya- My engineering mate- takes credit for that). I wonder if the saree shall ever see the light of the day though
9th August 2007 and time to catch up with remaining pillars of Char Minar (We were the Four inseparable Pillars during our training days at Patni) – Chirag or Chiga or Gujju Ghatti, Pramoth (our dear Giraffe) and Jasma aka Pinks. Ere the rendezvous, how dare I drop by the city and be not in the court of Pooh (Dipika). A sweet banter at Vikhroli Café Coffee Day and an Irish coffee later I was at Pizza Hut at Hiranandani. Chiga was not his usual self – not in his emblematic purple and not in his emblematic yellow – the colours might have gone in to mourning at such audacity. The bell at Pizza hut had never undergone such stern scrutiny as on that day when Chiga was around, even the waiters had a tough time. Giraffe was hoping that I get deported to Cambodia and run around the country protecting myself with a AK-47. Pinks – pictures of icecreams and pizzas still did the ruse for she still ordered by pictorial representations rather than content.
Next I caught up the ‘Hum Hain Na’ gang of Kush, Shikha and Koushik. Koushik aka Cow Boy seemed to be nucleus of all taunts - hurled at him by Kush and Shikha. Kush whose tie seemed to be more refulgent than the sun flashed his million dollar smile and Shikha was at her effervescent best. This was followed by an epigrammatic meet with Rashmi who happens to be sister of close friend of mine- Deepak. Inherit did she the poetic musings of her brother as well as the timing of wit and sarcasm.
August 14th was hurling towards the present fast and there was plenty of work left undone in Mumbai. August 11th,2007 and Sylvester aka PC aka Parasharan Chari graced my house with his un-laconic self and unmistakable charm. The duo then head to Dadar Café Coffee day where a broad beam and twinkling eyes of Rachna aka Rachno CA hails our ingress. Irish coffee again and more people trickle in – Jigar aka Jigsaw with his innocent charm and a mind hell bent on becoming the next Ambani. Ritesh aka Ritz barged in Riteshsque fashion brandishing his weighty camera and continuing further with the experiments on that front. Bhakti Bal aka Bee flew in and the keratin that overflowed from her scalp scared the air around – the spirit that lay about here was still relentless and present.
Sunday and Pooh actually undertook the arduous peregrination from Pune to Mumbai in the White and Green Asiad bus which reverberates more in the vertical direction rather than its propulsion forward. Indomitable spirit of Pooh and unbridled enthusiasm is what I have admired always. Amey aka Jet - joined at my cozy home where the trio devoured on Pooh’s favourite Pav Bhaji and Gulab Jamun. Nirmal Lifestyles was the next stopover which ensued by an encounter with Sushruta aka Derivative Champ and Lisa aka Pooh-2. Another Café Coffee Day sojourn later, the duo surprised me a typical Sushruta kind T-shirt – yellow with the addidas kind stripes- sweet indeed. The trio of Jet, Pooh and Rat (me!) then headed for Chak De India. No fuss No Songs No Rona Dhona. This was not a archetypal SRK movie and was really good in parts.
Post the movie session – Jet and Pooh drag the Rat to Fab India to bestow on him a nice kurta – blessed indeed. In the mean time Siddharth Ghaisas aka Ronald MacDonald Jr joined the trio through the peak hour Mumbai traffic. The light-eyed Ronald seemed perplexed with the discombobulating city and work pressure that seemed to mount itself in a heap. Post dinner at Ruby Tuesday – it was time to part.
Penultimate day in Mumbai – August 13th,2007 and time to catch up with Jhansi aka Anusha. Café Coffee Day again – Jhansi seemed low in health but soul within still bleated the tenacious spirit. Talk encumbered time – it flew. This was followed by a breezing visit to the Phoenix Mall with Pooh - and yes the Rat and the Pooh were lost in the twirls of Gelato. Jet – whose unencumbered spirit always lights up the fire of enthusiasm and ofcourse whose smile shall light up million mourning faces – breezed by for the final byes.
August 14th 2007 – bags packed and the wick of Mumbai sojourn flickered. 8 PM and Mumbai Chatrapati Shivaji International Airport flashed a sign saying – visitors not allowed inside. Aggrieved at this – I awaited with my parents for the pony tail to conjure itself at the horizon. As Daisy Duck aka Divya waddled in – final moments at Mumbai flashed by…….
Smile embellished my tired countenance to see myself wedged at Dharavi – in the muck and smoke - in the middle of an incessant downpour – Mumbai was in its pristine elegance. Relieved looking parents awaited my arrival at residence – and a mom surprised at my saree picking abilities (well Divya- My engineering mate- takes credit for that). I wonder if the saree shall ever see the light of the day though
9th August 2007 and time to catch up with remaining pillars of Char Minar (We were the Four inseparable Pillars during our training days at Patni) – Chirag or Chiga or Gujju Ghatti, Pramoth (our dear Giraffe) and Jasma aka Pinks. Ere the rendezvous, how dare I drop by the city and be not in the court of Pooh (Dipika). A sweet banter at Vikhroli Café Coffee Day and an Irish coffee later I was at Pizza Hut at Hiranandani. Chiga was not his usual self – not in his emblematic purple and not in his emblematic yellow – the colours might have gone in to mourning at such audacity. The bell at Pizza hut had never undergone such stern scrutiny as on that day when Chiga was around, even the waiters had a tough time. Giraffe was hoping that I get deported to Cambodia and run around the country protecting myself with a AK-47. Pinks – pictures of icecreams and pizzas still did the ruse for she still ordered by pictorial representations rather than content.
Next I caught up the ‘Hum Hain Na’ gang of Kush, Shikha and Koushik. Koushik aka Cow Boy seemed to be nucleus of all taunts - hurled at him by Kush and Shikha. Kush whose tie seemed to be more refulgent than the sun flashed his million dollar smile and Shikha was at her effervescent best. This was followed by an epigrammatic meet with Rashmi who happens to be sister of close friend of mine- Deepak. Inherit did she the poetic musings of her brother as well as the timing of wit and sarcasm.
August 14th was hurling towards the present fast and there was plenty of work left undone in Mumbai. August 11th,2007 and Sylvester aka PC aka Parasharan Chari graced my house with his un-laconic self and unmistakable charm. The duo then head to Dadar Café Coffee day where a broad beam and twinkling eyes of Rachna aka Rachno CA hails our ingress. Irish coffee again and more people trickle in – Jigar aka Jigsaw with his innocent charm and a mind hell bent on becoming the next Ambani. Ritesh aka Ritz barged in Riteshsque fashion brandishing his weighty camera and continuing further with the experiments on that front. Bhakti Bal aka Bee flew in and the keratin that overflowed from her scalp scared the air around – the spirit that lay about here was still relentless and present.
Sunday and Pooh actually undertook the arduous peregrination from Pune to Mumbai in the White and Green Asiad bus which reverberates more in the vertical direction rather than its propulsion forward. Indomitable spirit of Pooh and unbridled enthusiasm is what I have admired always. Amey aka Jet - joined at my cozy home where the trio devoured on Pooh’s favourite Pav Bhaji and Gulab Jamun. Nirmal Lifestyles was the next stopover which ensued by an encounter with Sushruta aka Derivative Champ and Lisa aka Pooh-2. Another Café Coffee Day sojourn later, the duo surprised me a typical Sushruta kind T-shirt – yellow with the addidas kind stripes- sweet indeed. The trio of Jet, Pooh and Rat (me!) then headed for Chak De India. No fuss No Songs No Rona Dhona. This was not a archetypal SRK movie and was really good in parts.
Post the movie session – Jet and Pooh drag the Rat to Fab India to bestow on him a nice kurta – blessed indeed. In the mean time Siddharth Ghaisas aka Ronald MacDonald Jr joined the trio through the peak hour Mumbai traffic. The light-eyed Ronald seemed perplexed with the discombobulating city and work pressure that seemed to mount itself in a heap. Post dinner at Ruby Tuesday – it was time to part.
Penultimate day in Mumbai – August 13th,2007 and time to catch up with Jhansi aka Anusha. Café Coffee Day again – Jhansi seemed low in health but soul within still bleated the tenacious spirit. Talk encumbered time – it flew. This was followed by a breezing visit to the Phoenix Mall with Pooh - and yes the Rat and the Pooh were lost in the twirls of Gelato. Jet – whose unencumbered spirit always lights up the fire of enthusiasm and ofcourse whose smile shall light up million mourning faces – breezed by for the final byes.
August 14th 2007 – bags packed and the wick of Mumbai sojourn flickered. 8 PM and Mumbai Chatrapati Shivaji International Airport flashed a sign saying – visitors not allowed inside. Aggrieved at this – I awaited with my parents for the pony tail to conjure itself at the horizon. As Daisy Duck aka Divya waddled in – final moments at Mumbai flashed by…….
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