Sunday, May 30, 2010

Garden of Eden


On a summer Sunday
as I traipsed along
To the land which never lulls to sleep
To the Land where the Sub rarely blinks
And dreams are rarely bereft.
Where the stars never in their satire
Have a tale to wail
No tornadoes never
No khamsin or gales ever.
Where the fawn freely scampers and
and in the green grass doth frolic
And the faeries in their translucent sheen.
The land where the leaf
Has the diamonds sparkling gleam
Where the beauty of the stream meanders its course
And wine in the river aplenty
to the cups delight and brim
The Dates are cream filled
and Chrysanthemum's and Roses never wilt.
Where the Lover's glory stray
and the grass never dries
And Apollo and the Golden Apples..
the Goddess in her Golden Chariot dances.
So much grandeur of the rain
That pours like glass and sleet.

Yet my heart in thousand pieces is torn
and happiness like a dream forgone
I crave not the grass that never wilts.
And dreams that never see a tear,
Or ever the devils sneer.

My heart is beaded in thousand
silent silken knots
Silk meshed with thorns green
For years I have craved thee
O! Eden.
Lured in Love for thy Golden serene
Why now have I lost my
Lure for thee!


Thursday, May 27, 2010

Connoiseur meticulous...!!!

culinary finesse has always been an art ... an art with such efficient good results within a short time, that it builds a sense of satisfaction...and to couple it with the gourmet finesse...is simply liberatingt......the aroma of a well cooked Peshawari Kebabs...simply mouthwatering...

Now to talk about a real Moti Biryani or the Awadhi Biryani...it is said that in the days of lore when the Nawab would have the Biryani placed on his platter the moti, which resembled pearls....... was made of egg beaten with the thin sheet of gold and silver..(silver the ones now found on sweets) and this would be stuffed into the chicken..to enable it cook along with the chicken...and then served...
what we have at present is the mince meat balls...served with moti Biryani..now it may not be a Nawabs delight but it honestly is a culinary example of connoisseur meticulous ...!

To let the flavor linger.... the dash of sweet savor lingering after the last morsel is eaten...hmm...i can just smell rich ghee in the the lovely Badam ka halwa, with the dry fruits meshed in it . Be it a scorching summer or a bone clattering winter desserts are always too difficult to resist. A sumptuous meal is always incomplete without sweet dish.