Thursday, February 13, 2014

Taken For Granted -- My Daily Write-up

Taken For Granted...


Some people like to be taken for granted. But I for one will never allow this to be the line for me.

After analyzing a lot, I found why some people are taken for granted.

A small list of my thoughts:

It is always good to maintain self-respect and not make it very cheap in front of others.

Try to help when asked for and not just get working on it just by hearing from others.

Don’t just jump into helping others thinking that it is a good deed.

Don’t make regular visits to others homes if you don’t get return visits.

Don’t make frequent phone calls to ask a friend or someone very close of his/her well-being if that person doesn’t bother to call back even once after all the calls.

Don’t ignore your family for the sake of others for that gives a leverage to the other to how important that person is in your life.

Live a life with respect, respect others and also see that you get back the same respect.

Live is lived with self-respect no matter how rich or poor one is, how educated or little-learned one is.

Set such a paradigm that you can be an example to others.

Follow certain self-made principles in life to make sure you live a life of honour and dignity.


Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Golgoppas/Pani Puri/Phuchka…Did they speak…aaaaaaaahhhh… -- My Daily Write-up

Home-made Tasty Pani Puri/ Golgappas...Hygiene with taste



Did they -- Golgoppas/Pani Puri/Phuchka – speak out? No way, they have no words.

Hah!!! They can’t speak…ha hah haah!!!

Not a joke but a smoke. ???

Smoke without fire. Then don’t let others tire.

Of course they, my sweeties, my golgappaes, phuchkaes, the pani puris did no talking. They simply made a small noise as the thumb of Raju…the phuchkawala…started serving. He hands over a small kotori, a disposable one of plastic…he has got the plastic ones instead of the ones made from leaves, the leafy ones can be destroyed without causing any harm to the environment, but the plastic bowls can create hazard. Never mind when the action is on.

Camera rolling…imaginative…Raju pushes his right thumb creating a small noise, almost unheard, and makes a tiny hole in the small crunchy puri. The masala is ready…a combination of mashed potatoes, added to it are boiled chick peas, chilli powder, salt, chat masala, finely chopped fresh coriander leaves and stem and of course his special masala. All mixed and then he takes a little portion of it and fills the hole of the crunchy puri. And standing near his right hand is the vessel filled with the special tangy water. Dip…in the masala filled puri goes and out and served to the customer.

A bite into it…again the crunchy sound is heard as it breaks in the mouth…the masala, the tangy water and the puri get into the mish-mash work in the mouth and then down it runs the food pipe to find its destination. Raju is so quick in serving one after the other that there is no time to “Stand and Stare” but act with all agility or the puris will start stacking up one after the other.

Eating Golgappas is a swift act…if slow you are behind…and then 8-10 pieces are enough if you have not entered into a competition with another to eat the maximum number.

Who cares for hygiene when there is a crave for such a treat. But this stuff is really great when it is served by the golgappa vendor…smack the lips and belch after having the fill…wipe the lips and move on till the next treat.

Did they speak? Thoughtful but…India’s street food, can’t give it a miss. Isn’t it?