have blog will write!

its interesting how i give sugestions and advice to many friends of mine..
boy am i good at it!

sometimes i wish i had a friend like myself.. but as has always beent he case my hopes have never come true.. and for some wierd reason my expectations always turn out to be true...yet i keep em low always...
anyway thats a different matter...

yesterday was givin a piece of my philosopphical shit to a pal of mine... \m/
n it fuckin wokred... n i was left wonderin why didn i say it to myself when i was down..kinda pretty much for the same reasons though much worse if you ask me...

guess pain has its own addiction... strangely it feels good to be hurt at times..

have been trying shrug off this negativity thats been surrounding me for some time now.. its been killing...
people seem totally different.. friends seem strangers..stranger still i have been opening up to strangers.. trying to find solace on unmet shoulders..

i have heard stories of how 'life' puts you in wierd situations.. always thought its so silly the way people handle it .. never thought i d find myself in scenarios more filmy than films... n i realise when things take you by surprise.. you end up doing things which you won't even imagine in your wildest dreams.. n then you wonder what was all that about.. n then you wonder still ..man how can i put that off my past...
never found an answer then.. when i porlly needed one the most.. and perhaps the one hand that could have pulled me out was the somehow the one who kinda pushed me into it.. nah.. guess i dug myself into it.. but yeahthe hand jus seemed to mock me rahter than give me a pull up...

and now.. whne this firend of mine said hes down.. that life s bad.. for a very silly reason actually...i was laughing at myself... n it old him to do that.. to just step back.. no step aside.. stand next to yourself.. and see what you make of the person who s standing next to you.. see what you feel for him...we both grinned at the guy.. gave a pat on his back ... thing settled...
wonder y i never did that...

lifes good... as biggie said..
damn right i like the life i live
coz i went from negative to positive

but then he also said fuck all you hoes.. but theek hai...

what i write here is not a state of my mind or wave of change in me or soemthing... its jus strip of the colourful time that i spend on earth... i still whine.. i still laugh.. if amir khan can sing jane kyu and tanhaiye within a span of a couple fo hours.. i see me to be no diffrerent...

for all the love i got..
and for the hurt i caused..
am in my wonderland.
blissfully lost ...

HIT!

how can this be happen to me..."yeh kya hua??"

it must have been a bump...ok ..its losing balance..and so the thoughts flowed

"ITs ok..everything s alright"..i think i said soemthing like this..

ok not the divider...damn! ...alright..let it not topple..uh oh...now WHAT? and sot eh thoguth flowed again...

some distant shrieks and my head banging on to the roof of the rick is all i remember of that moment..dunnno how and when i got up..how i managed to reach the drivers area and pick up the rick to remove his stranded leg...nothing

shocking..still shocked.. jus like how sudhi said an hour or so later while we were in the hospital gettin her xray done... "kaise ho gaya na..."

though it finally turned out to be a very small accident compared to what we are used to hearing.. i mean the very next day i was reading about and an etnire family being wiped out on the highway... but that moment of helplessness was scary when a 100 possibilities run through your mind and there is not a single thing you can do about it, but hope you stand up alright after all of it...

we were coming back after a break at slice of lime, malad... me, aviraj and sudeshna..heading back to office..while the rest were bound home..

i have no idea what happened.. but the rick gave a jerk..i thought it must hav hit something on the road..it seemed to gain balance back..but lost it just as soon as i thought it had..

sviveling widely we went and hit the divider..both aviraj and me instinctively tried to pull sudeshna towards our side..dunno whetehr we managed to.. but the rick bounced off the divder as expected and agaisnt all hope...very conveniently and liesurely it fell on the road at a wierd angle..

aviraj s left leg was trapped under the rick..i fell behind him n hit the road with just the roof cusion between.. and i saw some purple thing flying above...it was sudhi falling god knows where...

Like i said before i don t remember what happened after that... my memory straightaway takes me to me pulling the rick up to remove the rick guys leg..the poor pity bhaiya look actually seemed a bit funny at that moment..strangely...anyway i managed to pull it just enough for him to squeeze his foot inside hoping all moment that it doesnt slip back onto his feet ...by that time a small crowd had gathered already...it was unnerving to be right in the middle of it..the rick guy got out.. i followed suit...

minal had come along by then..she was with another friend of hers right behind us probably.. i walked around to see whats the scene with sudhi and aviraj...they had managed to free his leg by then..and both of em were still stuck in the passenger side standing somehow lost... I pulled sudhi out... aviraj cudn get out..so we turned the rick back onto tis feet..i eman tyres...and he managed his way out after that...

and this was just the beginning of a long night...

a fracture ...nerve damage...and not a single scratch ..described the three survivors of this accident... or victims of a hit and run probably

jay sahil sagar n natasha joined us while we were hunting a clinic to check things up...while all 3 of us were int he midst of consoling each other and wondering about the hows and whys of what we just went through...

"this will not be with us in our dreams for long" ... aviraj told sudeshna much later on the phone... the seriousness with which he said it made it even more funny as this has been the only thing in mind since...

A couple of hospital visits..goodbyes and take cares .. encouraging words and silly one liners followed as the night hours fell through...

Initially i felt left out coz nothing happened to me... felt glad later that i could stand by my closest friend when probably she needed it the most...dunno if i actually was of any help..also with brendon making sure everything was in place things went easy..anyway just beign ther made me feel secure and thoughtfree...coz it s always an irritation when u want to know everything that s going on and have to rely on someone else for all of it..

It s a lot difficult to put into words what happened then..though it wasn't very drastic..such things do take the wind out of your sail (thats what they say right??) .. the silent glances...reassuring jokes and smiles..holding hands..phone calls...scary thoughts...a long drive...


the night over.. its another day..and what happened is now just another page of story to tell...

Adieu Schumi

i have never really been a big fan of Schumacher...
In fact i started supporting Kimi, coz I had to choose someone else other than him

call it irony that the last man schumi overtook had to be Kimi..not only from the perspective of the fact that he is going to be the successor at scudderia.. but also from the way things were at my end.. the man i disliked the most in F1 sendin the one i adore the most into retreat...

But no matter what... I thank Michael Schumacher for having been The Michael Schumacher...

I had not seen him till the summer of 2001.. but I still knew I didnt need to support him. I have this soft side for the underdog and high disregard and dislike for the favourite... Knew what schumi was capable, without even watching him... and that is the greatness I respect him for.

For all i know, he is what we call a once in a lifetime man...

I have heard of legends of the past..heard of what they did and achieved.. Bradman, Jesse Ovens... the list is endless...But i never got to see anyone of them...Schumacher gave my generation a name to talk of. There will never be anyone like you, and I thank you for giving us the opportunity to stay wtiness to your genius...
I am from the era when Michael Schumacher ruled the F1 ... he gave us this tag to live with...

I saw his fans singing him a farewell.. all of 'em teary , very suddenly i caught myself moist in the eye.. I didnt cry, but i was mighty well near it.. and i dunno y...

coming to think of it ..i feel maybe schumi was the one i always liked..prolly not..

but now it no longer matters... I dont need to cry foul every time he stepped on the podium beginning from nearly no man's land at times.. coz i know i will never see him on the track that way again.. and somehow it seems to have taken the charm out of F1...

anyway.. hes gone.. n now things aren't as straightforward as it was before..there is no Michael Schumacher to hate.. and Kimi is goin to Ferrarri.. and Alonso coming to McLaren...things can't get worse than that for me...

Here s how things are.. I like Kimi and McLaren..coz i hate Michael and hence i had to naturally hate ferrari too.. Of late I had to hate Alonso too coz I like Kimi and they both have a nice rivalry going on...

Now.. Kimi is going to Ferarri which i hate...and Alonso who i hate is coming to Mcalren whcih i love..

Ab mai kya karu?

confoosan confoosan!

new blog

my other blog .. tryin my hand at rhymin

i have been fortunate to have met a lot of people in life.. now met here means actually getting to know them well... and people mean accomplished ones.. those who have left me in awe ....

they are not the usual famous rich ones.. but they are making more of their life than most others. it usually leaves me thinking where they get thsi push from. what is it within them that makes them so good..

more than that my mind keeps asking why didnt i ever think of it... why dont i do something that reaches out the way theirs do... have tried everything from blaming genes to plain fate and luck... but nothing seems to strike a chord witht he answer my mind's looking for...

ever since i myself spread my wings.. i have met more such guys than before.. as my horizons widen broader is the achievers i see... i used to feel jealous before.. now thye inspire me..

but what s more interesting is that their lives are still as normal as any of the ordinary ones i know... there was atime when i would just know of a person whos doing things out of the ordinary n i d think.. ah he d have no life.. then there came a time when i used to share space and time with such guys.. n all the glass walls i had built came down...

the point of all this matter is not what they do ... or why they are the way they are anymore to me... i want to how do i make the most of knowing them... its like each and everyone of them is a lesson for me...

i dont know the point of this post.. i dont know what sense it s gonna make to you.. but i wanted this here.. dunno why but wanted it..

busy man!

am very busy.. yes ..i really am...feels so good to say - I AM BUSY!

so havent updated my blog for long... so just here to share some news...

hum uncle maneesh ban gaya to a beautiful babydi!


now need to think of a name..

till then.. am plannin to make a new blog to upload my poems... since i have already written many of them, so updation wont be a hassle..hopefully... :p

hopin to come and write something interesting soon...

and now you leave

but now that your gone
i'm in tha zone
thinkin'
'I don't wanna die all alone'
but now ya gone

shakurvani

covering media

here s an extract from shobha warrier's blog

"Indian media today has absolutely no idea about what real India is. This is exactly what award winning director Girish Kasaravally also told me; that Indian media has become not just urban centric but metro centric! That is why this over emphasis on Sensex, GDP, FII, FDI etc. "


this was in pretence to how the media doesn't know what is happening in the real india, the post itself was a small insight into how bad conditions are in an indian village even i a pretty developed state like tamil nadu and wonderin what must be the case on the norhtern front then, but that is not what i am here to talk about right now. in another post she did not mince words when it came to media bashing, so it is pretty evident when it comes to her views on her field (she s a journo with rediff) now she is one of my favourite writer's on the blogging front and i in a way acknowledge her views on this topic too but i have some reservations about the snubbing that the indian media recieves.

not that i am a blatant admirer of the indian fourth estate (or is it the third? :-s) but i feel it is being victimised by many among us for the kind of crap they come up with. true that they focus a bit too much on the cities, they tag along uninvited behind almost everyone who is someone, wicketkeeper's hair cut is a national headline and a raunchy porn artist is a frontpage mascot for many papers ... but are tehy solely responsible for it...

i guess you would where my thoughts are heading...

the media is but a mirror of what the society wants to know and see... on a personal level i really hate star news i find their content totally stupid especailly the dude who comes in front of tht big grafic like thing with sandeep patil and in other news stories whoever is concerned... yesterday they were showin that slut rakhee sawant's case or something and covering the subject for an amazing 15 to 20 minutes beyond which i didnt care to see.. but ths the point ..i watched it for 15 20 minutes complaining all the while yes but is till watched it...n i have seen it happen many a times, they talk on hours at length at the silliest of subjects and people do sit and watch even when more pressing matter remain uncovered... they somehow strike a chord with the lusts (n i ain talkin bout the libido here but human tendency and wants).. of how we would sit up and take notice if the news item is of a known face, if it brings out the curious cat in us by showing somehtings which should have been best kept private...

the same is the case with print media... one would invariably take a look if theres an article on a shah rukh or an aamir, even if it would just be a glance ..but am there will b at least a glance ..but can we say the same about how a small school was swept aside by rising floods ..not really.. even if most of us of the sane and social mind would the normal run of the mill man wouldn't and that is the harsh truth of the society...

we can keep sliting the media s throat without realising the culprit is someone else... a judas witin us all...

ration card chaiye?

me and dad just came from the rationing office in andheri... the whole new thing about computerisation add to that a new address has put the place in a mess and the no good employees don't make the matters all that easy...

"the ones here in Mumbai are actually better", said dad.

i was quite surprised, wondered the why's n how's of this situation...i.e the crappy work govt officials dish out and how we as citizens take it as a fact of life and actually treat it as a work hazard.

not the first time that this thought crossed me, but i was ona serious hunt for answers this time around, is there nothing we can do, no way to improve the scenario. I figured to improve the situation i first need to decide and understand what exactly is the problem here, improvements after all is only needed on things which are not in perfect order.

utter disregard for the "customers" ( so to say) stood first in my list, moreso coz thts what hurts my ego the most when it feels like i am talking to deaf ears, then came the total immunity towards timeliness, time it seems is a non existent truth there, the irritating hour long lunches and yeah absence too...
"yeh leke mr.shinde ke paas jao!"
"mr.shinde kidhar hai?"
"doosre cabin mein baithe hai dekho"
"wahan koi nahi hai !"
" aye jhadav shinde sir kuthe gele re? " visibly irritated
"sutteet gele ahe.." comes the reply
" agle monday aao chalo " and that is the end of the visit...

not to forget the passing the buck game they so much love to play.. i have to go through 4 people to give a small change of address document in a scheduled bank..

one might feel the problem is a lack of professionalism, a corporate kind of appraoch that have we often synonymise with good service, but coming to think of it, it is not this that we need to address, it is or rather are the reasons because of which they show such a lackadaisical approach .

it is like how as a doctor you have to treat the disease not the patient...or is it the other way round...whatever it be...i am trying to say that we need to identify what makes the govt workers work the way they do and how can we bring about a change in that, here i am not talking about replacing people with new ones, but replacing their mentality with better ones.

first of all most of these officers i feel have been no good students, in the context of putting in efforts to succeed, neither do i feel them to be from well to do backgrounds..the reason being simple that had they been good in academics or from upper environs they wouldn't have been working here instead you would have found them in well payin MNC's, after all that is what one studies for theses days..

so the result is that thye carry this same lazy attitude towards theri work, less pay doesn't do any good when it comes to motivating them, they shirk away from responisbilities because they do not want themselves to be draged into any hassles ... spiderman mai bola with more power comes more responsibility that is why they try and stay away from handling anything that has a slight possibility of being work beyond their designated scope even if they very well can.. no more power needed in short, another reason for them not to work wholeheartedly
..achcha kaam karenge toh aur kaam milega... aur kaam kisko chaiye...

at the same time a higher post they know is not entirely based on merit, lazy bones also have a soft spot for flattery... the supervisors themselves work around at snail's pace how can one expect teh subordinates to do any better.

and another big problem is, cynics like me, we don't expect them to do their job properly and on time, have to get the job done fast then bribe them,what s there everyone does it in any case...what we don't realise is that we are part of this everyone, if we have a decision of our opwn rather than relying and blaming everyone else and unite to decalre that no we are no longer going to take nay more crap from you then our civil servants would have no other option, but no we are not like that, if we see 10 people protesting we sympathise with them yet go ahead and do the same thing these people would be protesting agaisnt.

"kuch nahi hoga yaar, faltu ka time waste hai"

ok that was kinda preaching, will stay away from that, we don't like to be preached, do we...

anyway coming back to the point of improving the govt people s mentality... hmm i very suddenly have ran out of ideas...

only jadoo ki jhappi is coming to mind...maybe that is the only thing that will work...par woh paas aane de toh na...

what do you think about it..

look what we talk!

this is life towards the end of college....i dunno if someone is gonna actually go thru all this ..fir bhi i thought of sharin this talk i had with a friend of mine...harsh... tell me if u u really did read..i ll b very surprised and pleased :)


mickey_infusion: ya
mickey_infusion: just spoke to sudi
maneesh: wat did she say
mickey_infusion: she said she'll do it
mickey_infusion: maybe today or else tomm
maneesh: http://www.otago.ac.nz/careers/html/students/self.html
mickey_infusion: whats that
maneesh: see this...shayad kuch help mil jaaye tujhe
maneesh: see after step two...pehla dekh darr mat jaana
mickey_infusion: oh...is this for the resume format
maneesh: kinda...they hav written steps for self assessment..n its for students
mickey_infusion: ok....
mickey_infusion: god knows....cant find any answers to heses ques
mickey_infusion: have none of them i feel
maneesh: i knew tht was comin
mickey_infusion: i dnt even know wether am doing a job
mickey_infusion: yes dad told me to a course at nmims
mickey_infusion: that capital market course
mickey_infusion: 2 year full time....and then mba from abroad
mickey_infusion: said no! too much of studies man!
mickey_infusion: anyways...lets see abt that
maneesh: hmm...
maneesh: yeh dad log samajhte hi nahi ki hum padhai se pak chuke hain
mickey_infusion: exactly!
mickey_infusion: thats why...now i have all the more reason to find a job

maneesh: daddy is online --- (hamare poppas nahi but a frnd from coll...)
mickey_infusion: ok..??
maneesh: aise hi bola
mickey_infusion: ok....
mickey_infusion: acchha
mickey_infusion: ask him to send u the format na
mickey_infusion: just want to check it out
maneesh: arre he said na jus mail it to him in the old way
maneesh: kal karle na
maneesh: aaram se...
maneesh: i think kaila has jsu added sum extra curriculur wagera ke liye space thts it
mickey_infusion: stil i want to see wether to go for thier format or stick to mine
mickey_infusion: just ask him stlest
mickey_infusion: atleast
maneesh: lemme c
maneesh: shayd offline gaya ho...
mickey_infusion: k
maneesh: nahi toh deta hoon
mickey_infusion: k...dekh le
mickey_infusion: must be his sleeping time
maneesh: haan..
maneesh: thoda sudhar gaya hai par....i mean sumtime ago..10 30 tak sab online baithta tha
mickey_infusion: hmm.....imagine how much time does he wastes on us....by writing that book!
maneesh: hehe...well he ll hav sumthin to put in his resume
maneesh: unlike us
mickey_infusion: talk abt it!
maneesh: woh reply nahi kar raha...lagta hai chala gaya
mickey_infusion: k...forget it!
maneesh: life bahut sad hone laga hai yaar aaj kal...
maneesh: i mean..not whinin as usual...but everythin seems so borin
mickey_infusion: i know ya.....thats why i just cant wait to do something new
mickey_infusion: just want to finish off this shit and get done with BMS!!
maneesh: hmm
mickey_infusion: tu likh na....mera self profile
mickey_infusion: i want to get done with it
maneesh: bore ho raha hai
maneesh: :p
mickey_infusion: that resume page is on my desktop since two fucking days ya
maneesh: tera selkf profile mein kaise likhoonga
mickey_infusion: arre....sab ka same hi hoto hai
maneesh: wah!
maneesh: toh sahil ka dal dena tu bhi
maneesh: :d
mickey_infusion: trying...cant write exactly the same
mickey_infusion: writing on those lines only
mickey_infusion: u want....u can edit it then
maneesh: at least tell me wat all things u want me to put in
maneesh: scentences toh fir araam se ban jaayenge
mickey_infusion: dedication, motivated, thirst to learn, hard working,hmmm....good leader
mickey_infusion: choose any 2 and write
mickey_infusion: or 3
maneesh: at least giv me one option wich i can write knowin its the truth :|
mickey_infusion: phew!...thats tuff ya
mickey_infusion: but anyways
maneesh: lol
mickey_infusion: hmmm..... motivated......ready to learn.....
mickey_infusion: ready to put in efforts...on those lines
maneesh: good leader was right actually...
mickey_infusion: ya put that
maneesh: hmm..here goes...
maneesh: jus giv me startin ke ek do words na
maneesh: slight push
mickey_infusion: ok.....
mickey_infusion: hm...how abt this..............."dedication, and quest for learning could be the word to define myself.............complmented with effective leadership quality.....i can..........
maneesh: bas ruk jaa...
mickey_infusion: ya
maneesh: ab main boloonga
mickey_infusion: ok...
maneesh: attention to detail and sincerety towards my work is what defines my attitude towards not only work but any activity i choose to make myself a part of.
maneesh: i enjoy challenges and am quite willing to talk and learn from others
mickey_infusion: hmm...put something on the lines of aggressiveness
maneesh: at the same time i see myself taking initiatives and encourage new ideas by taking the lead in the same
maneesh: among my peers b bhi add kar de udhar
mickey_infusion: ok....
maneesh: in all i see myself as an excellent team player quite willing to take charge of situation if need be
mickey_infusion: hmmm...
mickey_infusion: not bad...
mickey_infusion: i'll just frame it properly
mickey_infusion: think this should work........
maneesh: dedicated and _______ (fill in hte blank) is what i would like to summarrise myself as.
maneesh: ho gaya
mickey_infusion: synonym of learner
maneesh: learnee
maneesh: :-s
mickey_infusion: apprentice
mickey_infusion: ?
maneesh: apprentice nahi..thts a noun...its not figurative as a quality
maneesh: pupil, educatee etc is what u r lookin for
mickey_infusion: i searched on the ms word as a synonym
maneesh: dabbler mayb
mickey_infusion: ???
maneesh: aspirant
mickey_infusion: that sounds something else only
mickey_infusion: ya that may work
mickey_infusion: hmmm....
mickey_infusion: chal i'll work on this......should get a decent 3 lines
maneesh: hmm
maneesh: k
mickey_infusion: got to go now....
maneesh: k..byebye
mickey_infusion: send me if u find something more
maneesh: wat songs?
mickey_infusion: no...lines
mickey_infusion: or whatever....
mickey_infusion: u online til when
maneesh: k k
maneesh: 12 mayb
maneesh: not sure
mickey_infusion: k...
mickey_infusion: chal cya

stupid stupid poem!

Looking into her eyes I wonder

If they could ever love me

Night after night I ponder

What is it that in me they see?

Sit beside her all the while

I spend hours together with her

Though take a dip in her heart’s Nile

Maybe just for a moment, I wish rather

So many times I have felt

To pour my heart out

Affirmation seems a bit too much to expect

Whether she would even care is what I doubt

So many times I have hinted

I even say it all the time

Maybe she thinks its just fun intended

In our juice of life, just a slice of lime

2pac - icon

2pac ... i was surprised to know was shot dead close to 10 years ago while searching for one of his songs...aged jus 26 i believe or mayb less.... people say that he used to tell hsi pals prophetically that he won't last to see his 30th birthday

he was one of those who spoke aloud abut the atrocities and apartheid that still runs in the minds of US administration, his words against the police is like gunfire...ironically it even inspired two youth to go and kill a cop ..yeah in their own words they said that makaveli s song inspired them to shoot the police.

there are people who can move you with their words, look up n take notice, but in one of his fans words " 2pac makes u pick up a gun and fight.." ..that is influence ...violent yes...but then you need to have something different inside of you to play with people s minds.

magic, thts what 2pac is to me... he may never have shown a clublike or sparsely shown his softer side (changes!) , but when you have as dramatic a childhood as he had you can seldom portray anything else than what he did, thts what being real was all about...tupac was as real as they come, there was no fantasies no mincing lullabies to hot whores he said what he saw, and said it in a way you cannot ignore.

when the then vice president said records like 2pacalypse and artists like 2pac have no place in our society pac released strictly 4 my N.I.G.G.A.Z ...talk about being in ur face!

there are many who beilieve pac faked his death...that he is still alive....he has given them enough reasons to believe so ...whether dead or alive 2pac will stay in my mind as a light ...he may have had his share of bad habits, bad names, he was after all a thug... but a man i believe has his destiny fulfilled if he can in someway affect people he d never even met ... and that 2pac did ... half a globe across ....10 years since he was shot...

respect!

the mahajan enigma

when my mom who never finds anything good to say about anyone in politics takes a moment n prays for a departed soul you understand that pramod mahajan was in a different league.

of course like any other politician he had his share of controversies and propagandas..political n manipulative games too maybe, but there was some charm about him that made you stop and take notice whenever he s on air in tv.

few of our leaders had an appeal with the youth, especially the urban ones often indifferent to political matters, you had to be someone different to strike that uncanny chord, for me it was the fact that we shared the same birthday that drew me into his fan club.

i wonder if his death, though very much untimely, was the best way for him to leave us, not in the sense that his brother killed him but a sudden death unforseen and avoidable way of dying always catapults a man to further glory, something he may not hav achieved had he lingered onto a more natural way of passing away, i wouldn't have been wrting all this had he been on his death bed aged 80 something...

you need to die to achieve greater heights...strange

strange indeed is the way of life!

deadly dozen of bhavans

the deadly dozen of bhavans

these r the people with whom i have spent more time than any other the past three years...college done n now we are all moving our seperate directions...

can go all night talkin bout them ...but for starters u can take a look at what one of them has to say about the rest of us...

here: shruti s blog


the very first post there...memoirs of 3 years is what i am talkin about...

more on them later...

at miskil s sister's wedding...n so the extended version with his family

masala dosa - bread masala

bread masala dosa!

i recently tried this variant of a masala dosa..courtesy my friend nihal's grandmom -

make dosa...very simple pour the batter on the pan n spread it round !
while the dosa is makin itself ready drop this mixture on it ...

mixture -
bread cubes - slice the bread into cmall cubes like the ones u put in a tomato soup- any number tht u d like..ideally i d say 5-6 cubes per dosa
cut green chillies 1-2
turmeric powder half a teaspoon
red chilli poder 1-1.5 teaspoon
dhaniya powder -half to one teaspoon
green peas (not necessary though)
carrot cut into very small pieces and bolied in salt water
tomato again cut like how those chaat walas do
butter - jus enough to mix these things together

now mix them all together and heat in a pan with oil or butter

add salt too...


and now as i said before..drop all of this into teh batter on the pan....flip over the dosa when it becomes golden brown on the bottom side...take care not to spill the masala...
turn it over one more when the msala seems to hace stuck nicely on to the dosa.

we r done
have it with some nice chutney or sauce!

:)

kerala- a case of pointless literacy

kerala and its level of literate brains has been a point circling the chronicles of indian education system for over a decade now, a state often portrayed as the symbol of an educated developed india which still stuck to its roots to become god's own country, kerala slowly identified itself as the epitome the new 'inde' .
i have an inkling here that i seem to be exxagerating things a bit, but nevertheless i d like to leave it that way, my patriot way.

an undercurrent runs through my kerala though,something that makes me feel that of blatant casteism and shameless political propogandas which add to a divided society.

literacy is supposed to make u scietific in your outlook, look at the world from an educated eye, leave out the misgivings and wrong practices we have etched over the years which forms our society and then take it to a new level to base newer levels from there.

kerala somehow defies this logic, a once celebrated matriarchal society now heads the list of states where girls are cut down in the womb itself, the labour world votes for the coomunist 'cause they r pro-poor, the party in turn makes sure that the poor stays poor, a nice vicious cycle created strangely from educated minds, the result no industries to sustain the society.

nairs and ezhaons don't mix still, though there hardly seems any difference among them in the face of things, mappilas can't get inside a temple if they want to when ironically the symbol of kerala's hindu tradition sabarimala speaks of the bond of vavar (a muslim) and lord ayappa.

literacy is not a reflection of culture, and not a yardstick and neither a tool to ignite minds as our president would want, yet on the outset it certainly seems so...thts the way it goes here..irony thy name is india

i had a lot more on my mind by the time started this post, but a sleepy mind says put a full stop here.