The Tibet Autonomic region or TAR is part of Peoples Republic of China .
Writing is a passion that springs from inside . to me it gives deep fulfilment if it could give hapiness to the reader that is satisfaction to the writer most of my blogs are written on the spur with no editing the moment for writing should be spontaneous and the flow continous Behind every single second of ones life is a hidden story the magic of bringing life into words is invigorating
Monday, August 31, 2020
Tibet autonomous Region
The Tibet Autonomic region or TAR is part of Peoples Republic of China .
Saturday, August 29, 2020
Jaishalmer
Though i had seen many parts of India i haven't been to Gujarat ,Rajasthan and madhya pradesh and interiors of Maharashtra
Friday, August 28, 2020
Photo story again
Stories from photos
His Royal highness Rawal Sunderlal Singh was part of a long line of rulers from 12 th century AD when his great grandfather Rawal Jaisal Singh had started the empire of Jaisalmer pushed through war from the great swathe of land they ruled starting from Afghangistan .
They were a salute state of the British empire ie a state that deserved a gun salute .
Singh looked at the man sitting across him , from the hard glass of frosted exteriors as the icy rocks sloshed the brown liquid the fine whisky .
He sipped into it savouring its oaky casked flavour and swished its rye raunchiness of a true scotch .
The man with the hat in his jeep he had glimpsed in the courtyard surely wasnt a tourist he played to convey .
The suns burnish in the coppery skies and the chill of a november evening in the desert with him sitting on the sandstone turret of a towering fort .
He looked down to the teeming market as busy as ever at this time .
And then he heard a distant rumble of the sturdy jeep the man with the hat drove and saw a fine haze of dust bellow as it wound into the desert .
A silhoutte of slowly lumbering camels on the dunes never hid the by now tiny jeep steaming ahead .
Was this the man from RAW he was tipped about
The one whose mission in life was definitely not what he feared but still his focussed gaze when they met had disturbed him .
He turned to his old retainer standing with his walrus moustache
Oh kon he ?
Oh ....... laughed Hukum Singh
Oh tho ek malayalee aadmi he
Idhar se uski daddha rehte he
pehle saal phir ,
unka uske baath enquire karne ke aane he ,
Koi RAW aadmi ,aur police waale officer nahi ,maharaj
Ye tho maamuli aadmi he
Koyi gadbad nahi he saab !!
I just heard all this in my custom built Bose ear piece
one of a kind .
The same mini mike Hukum singh was given to plant on the king 😊😁
It was good indeed .
Tuesday, August 25, 2020
Jeeves in Syria
Most of you know or would have read of Jeeves the famous Butler in the series of Bertie wooster and Jeeves by the famous humourist P.G.Wodehouse one of my favourite authors .
Plum as Wodehouse is still fondly called had an excellent talent to caricature characters in words , so much that it was etched for eternity .
Most of his characters are live to his readers , be it the pig loving Lord Emsworth who pottered around his Empress of Blandings in his sprawling Blandings castle ,
There was Roderick Glossop known as a reputed neuro phycician with an uncanny knack in causing many who detested him to hop like frogs but in reality was just a dismissed attendant from a loony hospital !
Or take Bertie wooster himself whose umblical cord was connected to Jeeves brains and was needed for him to escape the attention of his bevy of aunts ,
or think of chef Anatole the excuisite French chef whose dainty dishes were waited upon to be tasted by many
Or the uncle who owned him always wary of his Anatole being kidnapped by other envious eccentric millionaires .
Amongst all Jeeves is one of his creations who reached celebrity status.
The sauve cool operator with brains fed on fish who knew he needed to loan his grey matterto a boss and his friends of the idle rich who spent thier afternoons and pound sterlings in the Drones clubs if they werent taking the afternoon train to some castle in villages around London or having thier gin and tonic gazing from the balustrade of a transtlantic steamer wearing a top hat or in the streets of Manhattan over a cup of cofee and a bite of an yankee burger closing a deal with a Hollywood producer in writing a script .
Most stories did echo the life the author himself had led too .
Coming back to my post this day we saw this sombre waiter when we stayed in sepulchurous old hotel in central Damascus in Syria in 2012 before it became what it would become ,a hell created by mindless fanatics .
The hotel itself was as ancient as the city and had its glory in the past but our room in top floor was huge like a tiny suite and gave an excellent view of the old Railway station just opposite to it .
Breakfast came with the room and it was nothing to talk about as we were the lone guests in a regal dining hall filled with ornamental metal tables and chairs .
Boiled eggs and untoasted breads are unimaginable topics to be mentioned by foodies whose breakfasts are worthy of emperors ie ME .
But the man who brought it with his uncanny resemblance to favourite Jeeves saved my day , though his monotony and lethargy , drove away any thoughts of a Jeeves we had in mind !!
Lady in a Hood
The dusk had fallen
The moon peeped through the white domes of the magnificient Sheikh Zayed mosque in Abu Dhabi
I quickened my pace to catch a glimpse of an etheral beauty in black purdah !
The cold of the desert on a december evening was felt in my bones ....
There was a stretch of fine sand I had to cross to reach the milling crowds , but by then the damsel had melded into the horizon , disappearing like a mirage in the desert .
I waived my way through jostling the crowd to angry stares !!
No i cant miss her again !
It was my soul that was calling me not my mind for I was numb for long .
The long lines parted .
The sombre altar of spirituality was serene in its peace .
The marble reflected the purity of divinity .
There was an aura of inner solace undescribed in the bowels of the monument .
The whispering shuffle of foots on the Iranian carpets hardly broke the sepulchural silence .
The kaleidoscopy of the chandeliers reflected the multiplicity of humans milling below .
Where can I search for the elusive her in this hall of mirrors ?
It was like in a dream
The fog of time crept into eternity .
Awareness extended to infinity
I was lost in a trance .
I walked away
I came to stand in the moonlight .
For a change I was alone far from the crowd inside the mosque .
The dew of the grass touched my bare foot
It cooled my insides
I wanted to lie down
When I felt a presence
I knew who it was
It was her standing before me the veil removed with a beatific smile on her face !
And then I woke up it was deja vu
Iam in Umayyad mosque in ancient city of Damascus ,Syria .
I knew i will find her
I had searched the sepulchured city of Damascus ,its inner streets domed in ancient tunneled walkways ,sandstone fountains,walked its cobbled streets with a distant mandolin sounding its haunting strains .
The devout moved in silent piety
I too walked and searched
I climbed a camel in sandy palmyra
I saw Roman ruins sat in its broken strps of stadiums where gladiators had stabbed into giant lions or convicts and slaves fought to death
The hills of Sydnera and maloula searching for the hood and the lady
I was cold tired hungry and gazed into the fog and the distant city of Damascus from the Cassion hills
I had limped through the bullet ridden walls of the old city nd its narrow streets where sufi dances and dervishes swirled on esctasy
I looked carefully amongst them for hooded mysteries
And the i saw her standing in front of me
The end if a search
We walked out our hands interwined gazing into the moonlight and disappeared into the darkness .
Spun this from our visit to Sheik zayed mosue in Abu Dhabi and to Syria .
Wednesday, August 19, 2020
Vaikom temple 2020
Tuesday, August 18, 2020
Thirunelveli Halwa
To me one of my favourite sweets
Amongst the very many varieties of halwas the king or queen shuld be the famous Thirunelveli Halwa .
Strangely this epic sweet originated in this hot Tamilnadu town all because of a north Indian Rajasthani settler .
In 1882 Jegan Singh one of the many settlers and business men of Tamilnadu went to his home town for a holiday .
When he returned he brought back a cook who amongst other Rajasthani food could cook an excellent Halwa and Jegan singh just loved it .
He started a small shop in the center of town with wooden shutters ill lit and mostly open in dusk to sell this Halwa .
They say it still hasva 40 watt bulb !
Slowly people started liking it so much the sweet even got Thirunelveli as its name tag
Other shops too started selling with thier names and some like Shanthi sweets became popular too but not like the iconic irruttukada .
The very fact wheat is used for this halwa tells us its not a local delicacy in the predominantely rice eating region .
The wheat is cleaned in the pure waters of Thamarapani several times and allowed to settle down before its skimmed husk seperated and boiled
Sugar and plenty of ghee and other flavours added till it drips with ghee and tastes delicious .
The irrutkada or dark shop still continues to be so managed by the same family even today .
I used to know a family coming from Thirunelveli to Cochin for treatment in my hospital and they will bring this halwa faithfully every time for me .
I had one of the best Thirunelveli halwa from in a wedding of a family friends son .