Chaat-ting it up with Paani Puri!

via Daily Prompt: Willy-nilly

Willy-nilly

 

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Lets raise a toast, a cup, to celebrate a medley of colours, flavours, and emotions with our favourite matki of joy! I’m talking about paani-puri, a crisp ball full of memories, sometimes experiences, spices, and a love that is beyond borders. No matter which country you are from, or which rung of social ladder you are on, willy nilly you gotta luuvvv Paani Puri!

Just visit any Street Car(t) of Desire, and Lo n Behold, there it is! Ssssh: The secret password to access is, “Bhaiya! Zara ek plate lagana!” Translation is impossible, its significance is depleted in any other language. But you see the machinery of the human hand work from the second that last syllable left your lips. Watch the eye-hand rhythm, no less than poetry in motion, and ‘Bhaiya’ is on the job, serving it up, before you figured out what just happened. He dips the holey, also holy for some, crunchy ball in the zesty minty pool of joy and then the gift is given to you.

You hold it reverently, balancing hope along its cracked fragility, and move the head slowly towards your hand as you also bring the hand to mouth, deft n urgently, its in. Whew!
Arent you glad there’s no mirror around you? Theres a reason they dont put one. The truth of life is that it is an internal experience for you, free of the external surround sound. You smile anyway and enjoy the joy of good things. Suddenly your eyes close, and you disappear in an illusion of an explosion that shook your world of senses. Its a Hold-up! You freeze with a warm tingling inside.

He looks at you just for a split second and knows you want more, because your hand reached out before your eyes opened and mouth recovered from the first experience. Your taste buds and brain work in sync to stop the tongue from wagging words. It is custom spiked with spicy intent!
Bhaiya nods to you while he serves up five others before you. You get the nod and dont laugh because its a secret understanding between siblings. Yes, remember, “All Indians are my brothers and sisters …” It is the singular integrative force that binds Indians together. It IS in The Masala that makes Bollywood films and Desi Boys and Girls click all over the world. You take away Pani-Puri, and you’ve ruined the South Asians forever. But then, where will you go to renew your zest in life? I tell you, it is IN The Paani-Puri. The pursuit of happiness ends right here.

No other place has people drooling in respect as they wait in line! A familial bond is established without Rakhi ties and mighty expectations. A faith in humanity restored as the next paani-puri comes along and you choose to relive that experience again. Compliment now: “Badhiya hai!” Wonderful words make Chaat happen.
And again.

The Standard Operating Procedure at home or in a restaurant is to break-in yourself; efficient tap with your thumb, quickly put a few chana, aka chick-peas, mush potato, raw red onion shreds, dash of sevian, and glitter of green dhania, aka, cilantro. Dip the whole ball in the bowl of tangy drink made with mint leaves and zesty spices will work their magic, that are sprinkled in, delicately to delight!
Don’t think. Just POP it in! You better believe it, one chomps down on the ‘whole’ thing together. Compete with friends and family on Speed and Accuracy of this amazing phenomenon, nom nom!

And yes, please know its okay to crrrunch down on it, otherwise its not paani puri, it’ll just be a soggy bummer, leading to a de-spritualising experience causing monetary devaluation.

I serve this chaaty presentation on this special day for Indians, Indians at heart, or even those who love Indian history because it was common until exactically Sevendy years ago! This paani-puri mania is a pre-requisite to get your South Asian Citizenship. Please check with the government website, SACsy.com if things have changed since I last dreamed it up.
(I have no idea why that turned blue😂).

Statutory Warning: Yes, the reference to Street Car named Desire is meaningful because over-indulgence can end in a minor tragedy.

Did you notice the colours in the pictures of Chaat and Paani Puri? Every good recipe has the colours green, white, saffron, and the ever nurturing golden earth. Thanks for your visit. Good chaat-ting it up with you!

My turn, “Bhaiya, zara ek plate lagana.”

Chomp.
“Badhiya hai!”

 

Picture credits: google search of words paani puri

 

 

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Flurries in a fog

“In the flurries of our progress, at what point, did we people become ‘educated’ to perfection, and:
1. generosity changed to a documented event😉?
2. volunteering is acknowledged , awarded, ‘through proper channel

Lets surprise a random child today! They need good clean fun, and character building experiences.
*We can be generous beyond ‘things.’ A word. A joke. A story. A smile.
*Simple shop owners / street sellers used to give surprises to children. We can give Water? Treat. A meal. A book.
*People helped each other without need for being noticed, documented, or awarded.
Help/Listen to someone read.
Play a youtube music video for someone who hasnt seen one.
Buy a paintbrush / paintbox for a child.

Remember: The anticipation! The surprise!
The growth?
Let flurries of Progress begin!

😉Gosh, I sound old ‘n’ Foggy!

Seashells on the beach of life

Amazing talented people who
knowledgeable, creative too.
Unceasing wonders surprise yay,
unexpected turns, life’s journey.

Wondering who I will run into next
person, experience, book, creature vexed.
Meeting human n spirits nice
common hobby, perspectives entice.

Brains! Come up awesome ideas.
surprise people, even shock;
Friendly or not people some,
happy for their joy n success.

Respect others’ choice n space,
wishing them a better day, no race.
Always looking for hidden treasures,
things to learn, try in even measure.

Walking through a museum of life,
artifacts there for a reason, connections rife.
Short life, learn everyday, passions whirl,
Still witness awesomeness of this World!

Appreciating what all is humanly possible and the person who carries the surprises Hidden within, like seashells on the beach!

Thank you for being YOU! Would you like to share with me a little bit about you that might surprise someone.🤗

Let dormant lie

Language fascinates me! Today I thought I’ll let the word dormant lie Dormant and use a flipped version instead. This is what I got:
tnamrod.
If I decide to keep the t silent, then I have:
namrod.

Some might ask, “Why the heck would you do that?!” Well for me, its the challenge to see things in a different way. And then, wouldnt you like a pleasant surprise? Be ready for unpleasant surprises, too😉 You could get either kind sitting at home, or while crossing a street, or flipping pages in a library.

On googling both spellings, I found its a Russian weapon, a dancer, a twitter account, a non-existant youtube channel, a game with an extra T, battle game, obituary for a person, companies, and so on. Language and how it’s letters and sounds travel amongst our diversity, are magical!

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Celebrate with a song and a dance with Abo Namrod dansar – YouTube

You can do this experiment yourself and see where it takes you. Have fun and thank you to all the new follows! Hope you enjoy my recent getting back to daily surprises for you🤗

Never a dull moment with you!

Wow factor in Anthems and Music

Surfing through a borderless youtube with a question in my mind, I realized that Local people have such a passion for their land and culture. Why not sample a few anthems to see what atleast one nation feels about the country/continent they live on? To wordpress it on ‘Paper,’ here are links to a few of my selections today. As I heard them, I had my patriotic feelings rise with each of their soul stirring music. I was like a Transient soul floating through a musical river, being changed by sharing the rich spirit of strangers, performing their best for their countries!

Most passionate solo: USA
Whitney Houston – Star Spangled Banner – YouTube

Most creative (first half of video) in the himalayas: the complete vocal part is in a collage of best musicians of India in the second half.
JaNa GaNa MaNa – AR RaHMaN`z (w/translation) – YouTube

The most amazing age and size of performing choir:
Russian National Anthem – Children’s Choir At The Mariinsky Theatre St. Petersburg – YouTube

Appreciating a beautiful land and people:
The Official Full Version Of The Australian National Anthem With Lyrics – YouTube

Energy and passion:
Hino Nacional do Brasil – Londres 2012 – Brazil’s National Anthem Lyrics – YouTube

Good intentions and spirited thought:
North Korean National Anthem – “Aegukka” (KO/EN) – YouTube

What a grand emotional tour it took me on! My day is made and my hopes for peace between all nations is running on a Loop. Enjoy!

🤝🙏✌🏼

Tolerance Radiates, Intolerance does too!

“Tolerance Radiates love and peace, whereas, Intolerance radiates anger and bloodshed.Thinkinkadia.

One day, I was driving slow on a right turn and did not pick up much speed because within two hundred yards, there was another right turn. And then I was in a busy shopping complex, so maintained a low speed till I parked.

It was the first day of winter break, and we had decided to go to a park for a walk and breakfast. As my family was ready to step out, I heard a honk and a man signaling me to step out.

I did and the man started yelling about my driving skills and how I was deliberately going too slow. Right away the teacher mind kicks in, so I do not defend myself and I just listen to him.

When he paused, I answered, that there was a posted speed limit and I thought I was within that.

When people are angry, they repeat the same thing over and over, till the steam runs out. So I listened, apologized for the inconvenience. Finally, he said something less angry, but just enough to hint that he was grumpy and not giving in.

That’s when I decided to end it Infused with love and respect. I said, “Sir, I have heard you, understood you, explained to you, and apologized. (Pause) Have a wonderful day and I wish you a Merry Christmas.”

After absorbing all that I tripped on my dogs leash within two minutes of getting my family from the car, dislocated my thumb, and spent a packet getting it fixed. One month of healing and a small price to pay for Peace.
I chose it as a safer option versus a potential social Detonate-ing experience.

Q: When you meet an angry person, what do you hear?

Adrift on the Bay of Bengal! Fathoms of Black.

Adrift

My first cruise was with my family to the Andamans in the largest vessel I had ever seen upto the age of twenty one.

We conglomerated at Kolkata from three different cities, since me and my brother were the working elite by then. It was planned by our parents, as the last (pre-retirement) vacation. We’ve been on many vacations since then, but the word retirement was a huge unknown, predicting settlement and certainity, unknown to army families. Until it happens anyway!

The huge ship took hours leaving for another unknown, Andaman Islands far into the Bay of Bengal, pulled by a tiny tugboat, guided through the initial shallow waters, as we explored our cabin, and later the ship, guided by the awesome Captain. On Jan, 26, we got together on the deck for a flag hoisting and a small celebration with the Captain and his crew for the Republic Day. The most unique celebration, that I had ever partaken in, was this one, adrift at high sea.

Reading Indian history was not an easy task, considering it was five to six thousand years of recorded history. But India lost some of it through vandalism and pillage and I lost some through changing places and language, change in medium of instruction!

Yes, for two years, I studied it in Hindi, because this tiny school in Mhow had only one Hindi speaking social studies teacher. She was amazing storyteller and I learned a lot, but my trace memories and vocabulary of that part are in Hindi! There was no repetition of topics, for there was so much to fathom.

To connect historical images back to the ship now moving steadily on the vast Bay of Bengal, I was looking for kala pani (black waters symbolic of cruel punishment) and imagining, why was it a punishment during the British colonial times, to be sent on such a fun trip! And why weren’t the waters black?! I imagined my ancestors being sent to the infamous Cellular Jail for uprisings, or as slaves, and … suddenly there it was.

Black as ever, the real Kala pani, merging with the horizon all around, punctuated only by silver flying fish, sun and it’s jeweled reflections shimmering off the wake and gentle lapping waves! I was in a blank, the most beautiful memory of nothing.

My heart came back from nowhere and Catapulted out of my mouth with an Oh! and I ran back to call my family out for sharing nothing. Fathoms of Black!

The visit to the islands was an amazing adventure in itself, and we came back by air. Saved to be wordpressed on another prompted day😉!

P.S. I plan to write every weekend from now: trying to get that book finished. Thanks for your support! Love to all!

Fittest Revive Over the Precipice!

Precipice

Fully conscious and deserving are you,
make your mistakes, with abandon enjoy;
Guided by power of insight anew-
Try out ideas, courage to toy.

Have faith in your abilities,
Build the skills to create, every day.
Sway not by riches, nor nitty-gritties;
Create in dreams, that you doth play.

No need to care, or gingerly tread,
around the proud, overconfident.
Do the needful, you mustn’t dread-
Work awardless, regardless; make that dent.

In this world, ring in justice
for people whose struggles are true.
Hang not over life’s precipice-
Let survival remain of the fittest few.