Monday, March 30, 2009
If I had the depth of these blue waters
if I had the mildness of the white clouds
If I had the colour of your soul
If I had the purity of white snow
If I had ember of your eyes
If I had your thoughts like dew on rose
Would you think of me as I do
Would you be me as I become you?
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But i have promises to keep,
And miles to go before i sleep,
And miles to go before i sleep
I am into the lovely valleys of mighty Himalayas,transported there by my favourate poem. I remember the mossy barks, huge bright flowers and pink indirect sunlight. Our cheeks would turn red and wrapped up in rabbit fur we would run down the cobbled path faster faster with flowers in our arms. All shopkeepers knew me as i used to say hi to every one on the way some would give me sweets. Istudied in a Christian school and the only thing i remember doing in the class eas -to look out of the window at the lake where there would be yach racing each other and i would think -ok this red one is mine if this reaches the other shore i will win. One day my mother found me standing under a water fall all wet, she was so angry when i told her that i wanted to use my umbrella so i was standing under the water, now mother myself i can understand her mental state.I still think that after 40 i will go to hills make a wooden cottage on our land with a study and huge glass windows. Have a little farm with vegetables and a cow and a dog. I can tell you that dogs have very strong sixth sense, in Nainital, same place in hills where i studied there were 7-8 dogs i played with all jumped and made cute sounds as they saw me, i think i was a dog in one of my births, you should see reactions of dogs to me. So when i was there i would put my arms around these huge furry dogs and sometimes even sit on them one of the Bhotia ferocious dog which was my favourate all day i would hang out at places with animals. When i would come back to plains for few months all these dogs would follow me to the bus and they would have tears in eyes and make ki-ki sounds till i stroked their necks, they would come to know when i was leaving. My father says that dogs can see our past lives, may be.The smell of burning wood on a rainy day and with it smell of roasting food wafting through green branches around. See this writing holds a mirror to us abd tell us who we are who we were and what we are becoming, isnt it true? Tell me.
In the open sunsoaked fields of your soul
let me run across the windswept grass
soak in the young orange rays of the sun
Kiss the bright faces of nodding sunflowers
drape the blue-green of peacocks in my eyes
drink the mist from your eyes
In the open sunsoaked fields of your soul
Let me still my fluttering butterfly heart!
As the pale shadows grow longer, dust clouds gather around the returning herds and i think of the sunsets. How many final sunsets are occuring this very moment for so many lives who will not see tomorrows sun. See how very fickle life is from womb of mother to the Earth or fire of funeral. From softness of the babie's skin to the cold harsh depths of earth, how we forget this certain fate and enjoy so much through our five senses. If i come to know when i will die what will i do? I will meditate day and night as during these thoughtless moments i have no fear and gain a purity which is beyond the normal state. What will you do if you were to die tomorrow?
A fragile blue -green dream
adrift on silver ripples
on a moonlit night
pines gently rustled making melody
wild flowers dipped the breeze in fragrance
blue-green of the lake
reflected in blue-green of eyes
Till a frozen heart beat thaws
warming blood in numb veins
In this vast cold universe
i have a blue -green drenched soul
Adrift the silver ripples
A pure emerald-Saphhire soul
This is from the material i am reading see the plight of a Hindu Godess-
When a pale and emaciated Sita, yet glowing with joy at the sight of her beloved, came walking and stood before Rama, he looked at her coldly and said,"go Sita, wherever you wish to go. I fought this battle to redeem the honour of my family and my own prowess, not for you. As your husband, i could not very well have allowed you to languish and die in a demon's house. So i fought to free you. But you are an eyesore to me now. You effect me just as strong light effects the blinking eyes of a semi-blind peron. Isuspect your character. Ravana was a notoriously lascivious man and you are ravishingly beautiful woman, after having kidnapped you he let you off just like that. You have been sullied by Ravana's embrace, you have been seen by his lustfull eyes. How can i accept you now and thus pollute my noble family? How can a person like me, who can discriminate between good and evil, accept a wife who has been in the arms of another man? Whether you bear a pure character or not, i cannot enjoy you anymore for you are now like butter licked by a dog. Go choose a spouce-set your heart on either Lakshmana, Bharata,Sugriva or Vibhishana- or any other person of your choice.
When these insults were hurled at Sita amidst a crowd of so many unknown people, she shrank visibly within herself. Then with tremendous effort she controlled her emotions and said"why do you speak to me as a low born man should speak to a low born woman? Why did you not inform me through Hanuman of your intentions to abandon me? Ravana did touch me, true, but that was because i was not strong enough to wrench myself away from such a powerful man's grip. I was helpless, so that touch means nothing. It does not effect my character. That ver which i have control, my heart, belongs to you. What could i do about the body when i was defence less? If after all these years you do not know me, then i am ruined for ever. I am no ordinary mortal, Lakshamana kindly prepare a funeral pyre, for i shall enter it."
Bluey, you can try this, its yummy and so easy Indian homes make this small eat in rainy season or when it is cold.
Take black gram flour-its calld besan in Hindi. Two cups of this yellow flour. Mix a little water till the conistancy is thick.
Cut potatoes, onions and a little green chilly,you can also used cubed cottage cheese or brinjal,.
Cut really thin round pieces of potato, onion and brinjal.
In the batter put these cut vegetables and mix till the vegetables are coated with the batter.
You can also put black pepper and a pinch of cumin seeds, asafotida, grounded corriender powder or finely choppd fresh corriender(a little) for kids some time spinach can also be cut into the batter.
Now add salt and test its ok or not.
Put oil in a deep frying vessle let it get hot.
When a little steam starts wafting up put little vegetable+ batter carefully into the oil at a time you can put 4-5 pieces round symitrical ones.
A little while later turn them they will be golden yellow
Tast a lil bit to see if it is cooked, press these with a strainer lighyly and when done take out the pakoras.
You can press them into tissue paper for excess oil.
Hve this with tomato sause and if you try tll me how it was!