Sunday, November 26, 2006

UNKNOWN - A poem by me

UNKNOWN

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He picked up the child in tender arms

The child that had been lying on the road

While thousands of people scuttled by

Not caring, not daring to add to their load

.

He ran doggedly as fast as he could

To the government hospital - Oh so far!

For he knew that it would do no good

Since his empty pockets would them bar

.

From the Doctors whose clinics lined the way

With nursing attendants in spotless white

Keeping at bay the poor, who dared to stray

Near their exhalted palaces by day or night

.

Flashes of red and green and white whizzed by

Each driven by eyes hastily averted

Ears invisibly muffed against his unuttered cry

For help, as his own dying heart blurted

.

Its fading beat into the thin cold air

Then into the hospital he somehow staggered

Helping hands lifted the child fair

He collapsed on the floor, pale and haggard

.

Weeks passed, a body for cremation was taken

From the icy morgue where it had been shown

To numberless people, who their heads had shaken

A neat label was pinned on it - UNKNOWN
. . . . . Deepak Menon

Thursday, November 02, 2006

A top secret joke I heard from someone ...

TOP SECRET

You've all heard of the Air Force's ultra-high-security, super-secret base in @@@@@, known simply as "Area 51?"

Well, late one afternoon, the Air Force folks out at Area 51 were very surprised to see a Cessna landing at their "secret" base. They immediately impounded the aircraft and hauled the pilot into an interrogation room.

The pilot's story was that he took off from ******, got lost, and spotted the Base just as he was about to run out of fuel. The Air Force started a full FBI background check on the pilot and held him overnight during the investigation.

By the next day, they were finally convinced that the pilot really was lost and wasn't a spy. They gassed up his airplane, gave him a terrifying "you-did-not-see-a-base" briefing, complete with threats of spending the rest of his life in prison, told him ***** was that-a-way on such-and-such a heading, and sent him on his way.

The next day, to the total disbelief of the Air Force, the same Cessna showed up again. Once again, the MP's surrounded the plane...only this time there were two people in the plane.

The same pilot jumped out and said, "Do anything you want to me, but my wife is in the plane and you have to tell her where I was last night!"

Monday, October 09, 2006

Mustapha the Boxman




















His father used to come to our house with the
wonderful home baked Cakes in the mud ovens
he made. The cakes were a rich brown and filled
with raisens and nuts and were so divine that no
one ever can forget them. His father used to carry
the cakes with home baked biscuits called Naan Khatais
and other flat homebaked biscuits in a small tin box
which he used to carry on his head all over the house.
He was known as the "Boxman" and then many years ago
he died. His son Mustapha took over the box and today
looking almost exactly like his father - he carries the box
on his head from place to place always on foot which seems
like an incongruity in this age of fast cars and faster bikes
whizzing past the solitary boxman - a living relic of the age
of wonders now long past.
Mustapha always comes to our house like his father before
him and takes orders for the cakes with a small advance
a month or two before Easter and Christmas as well as the
new year and Diwali and Rakhee and Id and all the other
big festivals of this great multicultural country - India.
A few days ago he came to our house and like always we
bought a cake - this time it exceeded every expectation -
perhaps the best he has ever made and I am still regretting
that I did not buy some more .....
These are the photos I and Abha took with him with his
cakes and his box......What Nostalgia - being with this simple
man - still brimming with smiles and humour despite his
most arduous life ....

Monday, October 02, 2006

Mozzarella Cheese Recipe - Try it out and send me a sample Ha Ha

Recipe for making homemade mozzarella cheese.
Makes about 4 8oz balls
I N G R E D I E N T S
2 gallons milk, pasteurized and cooled to 90F
7 tablespoons cultured buttermilk
6 tablespoons yogurt
Rennet to coagulate 2 gallons milk (1/2 Hansenstablet) dissolved in about
1/2 cup Cold water.
I N S T R U C T I O N S
Mozzarella is one of several kinds of "plastic-curd" cheeses, originating in
Italy. In making them the curds are kneaded, which expels whey and produces
plasticity. Because of their dense texture they keep well in warm climates and
are ideal for smoking. Provolone is an aged version of a plastic-curd cheese.
Mozzarella is one of the most versatile cheeses to make at home,
since it tastes wonderful freshly made, freezes well, and can be used like an
aged cheese incooking, melting readily when heated.
Start this cheese in the evening.
Maintain the milk at 90^F in a double boiler.
Mix the buttermilk and yogurt separately with a little of the milk to remove
lumps, then blend into the rest of the milk.
Add the rennet solution and mix thoroughly.
Let sit until the curd sets and breaks clearly when tested with a finger a
bout 20 to 30 minutes.
Cut the curd into 1/2 inch cubes as evenly as possible.
Maintain at 90^F for 15 minutes, stirring with a clean hand.
The curds are fragile because they have not been cooked, so stir very gently,
just enough to keep them from matting together.
Gently pour the curds into a cloth lined colander.
When the whey has drained, the curd should be in one solid piece.
Rinse in cold water, then soak in a pan of cold water for 15 minutes.
If it is a big batch, cut the curd into several blocks, 4 or 5 inches square.
Drain off most of the water, then refrigerate the curds, or keep in
a cool, 40^F place.
Leave them in a colander or other container that allows drainage.
(Commercially, mozzarella curds are shipped to delicatessens
at this stage, where the cheese is finished.)
The next day
, warm the cheese to room temperature so it will ripen, or
become more acidic.
After an hour or so, test the cheese for acidity as follows :-
Cut off a small piece of cheese and cut it into three 1/2 inch cubes.
Heat several cups of water in a sauce pan to 165^F.
Put in the cubes and stir for 5 minutes.
Remove the cubes and mold them together like modeling clay.
Reheat the lump of cheese in the water for a minute, then remove and
work or mold it together a little more.
After repeating several times, try to pull the curd apart.
If it breaks or tears, and clouds the water, it is under-ripe.
Wait an hour or so and test again.
When it pulls into a long rope and can be molded together again, it is
ready.
It will have a glossy surface and* will cloud the water only slightly.
The whole cheese is treated somewhat like the test sample to finish it.
Cut it into small cubes and put them in a pan.
Heat water to 170^F and pour enough over them, to cover the curds
by about 2 inches. Keep a thermometer in the pan and let the
temperature drop to 135^F.
Press the cubes together, and then knead the cheese, by stretching
and pulling it, as if working modelling clay. It should become
"plastic" and stretch into long strands.
When it does, shape into half pound balls, or make a thick rope, fold
it in half, and twist several times to make a decorative oblong cheese.
Mozzarella can be dipped in hot water to make a glossy surface,
or wrapped in cheese cloth to protect it.
To keep the cheese very fresh tasting for up to a week, keep it
in a bowl of water in the refrigerator, and change the water every day.
To salt mozzarella for longer keeping, or to prepare it for smoking,
soak it in brine for 4 or 5 hours (See Brined Cheese) The whey from
mozzarella is perfect for making ricotta because it does not have a chance
to develop much acidity.
Smoked Mozzarella: Mozzarella and other firm cheeses can be
cold smoked for flavor. Salting and smoking both help preserve the cheese
by drying it, and discouraging bacteria and insects. Set the cheese on a rack
in the smoker, or wrap in cheesecloth and hang it. Keep the temperature
below 90^F to prevent sweating off butterfat or melting.
Smoke at 60 to 85^F for 4 to 15 hours.
Brined Cheese: Press the cheese for 5 or 6 hours, or overnight, without
salting it. Make enough brine to cover the cheese by about an inch, using
4.1/2 Tablespoons of plain salt for every quart of water needed. Soak the
cheese from 12 to 24 hours. A small cheese requires less time than a large
one. Turn the cheese once or twice to ensure that the brine penetrates
all sides. Drain for about an hour on a cloth covered rack. Cover and
refrigerate. Keeps for a week or more, longer than most fresh cheeses.
. This recipe was Posted on GEnie Food & Wine RT Aug 22, 1992 by
COOKIE.LADY [MUMSIE] and the recipe is available at
http://www.gourmetsleuth.com/mozzarellar...
Have a great time trying it out and don't forget me ....

Monday, September 18, 2006

MAKE THE WILLOWS WEEP - a poem by me

. And what is that strange bird flying so fast
Staying ahead of us all from first to last?
Leading the multitudes to some obscure goal
And does the goal lie in the future – or in the past?
For most, the dark hidden future is the goal
Towards which they direct their chariots roll
But you, for whom the bird stopped long ere
Still long for the bells of the past to toll
But was the past for which you do aspire,
The lofty summit of your temple’s spire?
. As you do claim in your poem to the world
Or will the bird, prove you too - a liar!
For did you not drift away with the bird
For did you not ignore the cries you heard
. Of your eternal love of a moment ago
And why then did you return afterward
To this silent garden of the Eternal Sleep
Where the dust underfoot is the Eternal Keep
. Of one who remained clutching to the heart
The Memories which make the Willows weep
.................................................Deepak Menon

I WONDER IF YOU EVER HEARD - A poem by me

I wonder if you ever heard
The songs I sang for you
I wonder if you ever saw
The flowers I plucked for you
.
For you were always so far away
Even when by my side you sat
Thinking of the approaching storm
While I rambled of this and that
.
I wonder why you never saw
The house I built for you
To shield you from the clouds you saw
With bloody droplets of love true
.
Why then have you returned to see
This decrepit wreck sitting here
This shadow of what once was me
Why do you now shed a tear?

. .................................Deepak Menon 1998

Thursday, September 14, 2006

IF EVER, OVER MY GRAVE, YOU GRIEVE - Poem by Deepak Menon

A moment ago your eyes personified life's joys,
...............great and small
Your face smiled at the world.
Your face still smiles, but like the smile painted on a doll
As absently, you brush aside a curl,
.
Of your carelessly ribboned locks of wavy lustrous hair
Falling in a cascade around your face.
And I see that the fire of love in your eyes, is no longer there
Vanished without a trace.
.
I know that, for some time you will continue to profess love
While you gently retreat,
From my life, knowing that, I have already suffered enough
While worshipping your feet.
.
I wonder if you will ever think about me in later years,
When another, you gently leave;
I wonder if your lovely eyes will well with reluctant tears,
If ever, over my grave, you grieve.

. . . . ........................ Deepak Menon

Monday, September 11, 2006

STOP - RED LIGHT - FOLLOW THE RULES OF THE ROAD



TRAFFIC SIGNALS IN THE DISCIPLINED
INDIA OF TODAY ARE FOLLOWED BY
EVERY INDIAN REGARDLESS OF CASTE,
CREED,RELIGION,RACE,NATIONALITY
OR SPECIES !!!!!!

I got this from someone on the net and
wanted to share it immediately ....

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Tuesday, September 05, 2006

THE SMILE THAT YOU KEPT FOR ME

. . .By Deepak Menon
There was once a smile as sweet as honey
Yet it was wild as the sea
A smile that could set bells a ringing
The smile that you kept for me
.
An enigmatic smile it was at times
A smile at times lonely
A smile that brought cheer to my life
The smile that you kept for me
.
It was a smile that caused hearts to flutter
With envy and jealousy
When people saw it was not for them
The smile that you kept for me
.
A smile that brought out the best in me
Like courage and bravery
A smile that spurred me to greater heights
The smile that you kept for me
.
But time took its toll and it faded at last
As was never meant to be
And strained is that once beautiful smile
The smile that you keep for me

Tuesday, August 29, 2006

Great people say and write great things ... So learn them if you can ..

SOME GREAT QUOTES BY GREAT MEN
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1. Nothing is particularly hard if you divide it into small jobs.
Henry Ford
.
2.I haven't failed, I've found 10,000 ways that don't work.
Thomas Edison
.
3. Always continue to climb. It is possible for you to do whatever you choose, if you first get to know who you are and are willing to work with a power that is greater than ourselves to do it.
Oprah Winfrey
.
4.
Ideas must work through the brains and arms of good and brave men, or they are no better than dreams.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
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5.
If I were a medical man, I should prescribe a holiday to any patient who considered his work important.
Bertrand Russell
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6. No rules for success will work if you don't.
Unknown
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7.
Problems are only opportunities in work clothes.
Henry Kaiser
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8. The best kind of pride is that which compels a person to do his or her best even when no one is looking.
Unknown
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9. The only place where success comes before work is in the dictionary.
Vidal Sassoon
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10. Without ambition one starts nothing. Without work one finishes nothing. The prize will not be sent to you. You have to win it.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
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11. When love and skill work together, expect a masterpiece.
John Ruskin
.
12. Warning to all Personnel: Firings will continue until morale improves.
Anonymous
.
13. Opportunity is missed by most people because it is dressed in overalls and looks like work.
Thomas Edison
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14. Every man's work, whether it be literature, or music or pictures or architecture or anything else, is always a portrait of himself.
Samuel Butler
.
15. One plays for the sake of work and works for the sake of leisure.
Aristotle
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16. The work praises the man.
Irish proverb
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17. Work your way up or rust your way out.
H Holton
.
I hope you liked this selection but always remember that though a lot of the quotes are about WORK - I never liked that silly thing Work because it is without a doubt the most boring task to do ...
.
Here is one I have just thought up :-
18. "Give 'em a smile and they'll take a mile"
Deepak Menon
29 Aug 2006 on my daughters birthday!

Saturday, August 26, 2006

A TIME TO CLING TO ...A Poem by me

A TIME TO CLING TO ...
And a time to cling to and never let go
A time of which we have nothing to show
A time when in profound joy we lie low
A time of love, which we never out grow
.
A time of love welling up in joyous souls
A time to grapple inspiration to our souls
A time when love light over our world rolls
Our object of love becomes our single goal
.
Remember my friends very many perspectives
Colour this Earth where puny mankind lives
And here is where the glory of love lives
Ruling our destinies and Golden dreams gives
.
So be not ruled by the mind's sense and reason
Do not change your colors with every season
Never against your love commit any treason
Golden is the color of Eternal Love’s Season
Deepak Menon
25 Aug 2006

Sunday, August 13, 2006

It took a long time coming .. Appreciation from my precious son


And today my son Sam brought a glow of love all over me with this letter he sent :-
.
Dearest Pop,
I was reading Tamam Shudh again. And it is indeed the best poetry I've ever read. You ROCK!!! :-D...Lots of love and kisses,
Sam
.
So what more can one want in this world?
.
And the cover of the book I am placing below

Saturday, August 12, 2006

A quatrain by someone and another by me

The quatrain by someone I read in an old old book was :-
.

You to the Mosque with howling Hymn and Prayer
And I to the Tavern do repair
Each to find Allah in his diverse ways
I find him here - do you find him there?

.
And here is a quatrain I wrote :-
.
58.A traveler approaching the Tavern cried
" Open the doors and let me come inside,
to restore my faith for a little while
Before back into the heartless world -I ride".

.
Deepak Menon - From My book of Quatrains - Tamamshudh

Literature is the Mirror of our Times - A poem by Deepak Menon

Literature is the mirror of the times they say
Reflecting the colours of the present day
The joys and the sorrows of the world they say
Sentiments which rise when the people pray.
.
So the world today when today described
In words that its true sentiments cried
Must be the flavour of the times imbibed
In the general psyche of men world wide
.
The flavour of sweeping pride and hate
Attacking in strength providence's gate
With rabble rousers taunting to inflate
Fear in people against their earlier mate
.
The flavour of the sentiments of the vulture
Listening with each breath for the overture
Of discontent with visions of the dark future
In religion or wealth which is losing lusture
.
And the flavour of the lurking jackal
Who lurks in the shadows watching all
Who stray even a little from justices hall
To give his pack destructions clarion call
.
And descend on the peaceful remains of earth
Hoardes who were born to a gentle hearth
Misled by scavenging beings soon after birth
To evolve into destroyers of laughter and mirth
.
And rob this gentle earth of its gown of love
Causing to fly away with peace the gentle dove
Closing the escape window to the One above
Hate, Jealousy, Anger, Deceit replacing LOVE
.
So what shall this Literateur write about?
Shall he ramble and incoherently shout?
Like a senseless bully become an enraged lout?
Or shall he live and silently against injustice shout ?
.
God made us to live within the borders of our lord
Love and Kindness to spread across the board
To protect and save without expectaion of reward
To sing messages of love like an an immortal bard
.
But somewhere along the way humanity has strayed
And by some malignant dark force been waylaid
And the visits to old friends are now akin to a raid
With loot lining the thorn bed for friends now made
.
Perhaps love shall still rise from the earth like a sphinx
Perhaps it shall still enter the minds of one who thinks
And repair the chain of brotherhood’s broken links
And smoothen out the creases and break the jinx
.
So that the people of the world can once again smile
And love and hope and laughing the entire while
Embrace their brothers and sisters across every mile
With open love rise from darkness without guile......

.
. Deepak Menon - 12 Aug 06

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

'Tis an idle fancy! - A poem by Deepak Menon

I love HER? How can you say that?
I tell you it is not true!
You insist! Even when it isn't a fact?
Oh! How can I convince you?
.
I do not believe a word you say!
And even if I did, so what?
So what if throughout the day
My brow is feverish and hot?
.
So what if from my deepest slumber
I start and then to her call out?
So what if efforts to erase her memory
Have by time - been put to rout?
.
So what if I only think of her
And talk and dream and live her name?
So what if my eyes are often filmed
With tears of sorrow, lingering shame
.
That I could not my conscience still
And keep my tryst with destiny's call?
So what if her image my heart does fill
So what if she holds my heart in thrall?
.
'Tis nonsense, once more I tell you
You are mistaken though you know me well
Even though away with my soul she flew
'Tis an idle fancy, - can't you tell?

Sunday, July 09, 2006

Lyrics of the Red River Valley - Singer and writer unknown

For long I thought about the lyrics of the song
The days spent in looking for it became long
Then out of the blue came the beautiful three
Who knew the words and sent them to me!
AND THOUGH THE WRITER OF THE SONG
IS LOST IN THE MIST OF TIME ...
THE SONG REMAINS IMMORTAL FOR ALL TIME
.
Here are the words :-
.
Red River Valley
CHORUS
From this valley they say you are going
We will miss your bright eyes and sweet smile
For they say you are taking the sunshine
That has brightened our pathways awhile
.
Come and sit by my side, if you love me
Do not hasten to bid me adieu
Just remember the Red River Valley
And the cowboy who loved you so true

.
I've been thinking a long time, my darling
Of the sweet words you never would say
Now, alas, must my fond hopes all vanish
For they say you are gong away

.
Do you think of the valley you're leaving
Or how lonely and how dreary it will be
D'you think of the hearts you are breaking
And the pain you are causing to me
.
They will bury me where you have wandered
Near the hills where the daffodils grow
When you're gone from the Red River Valley
For I can't live without you I know

.
CHORUS
From this valley they say you are going
We will miss your bright eyes and sweet smile
For they say you are taking the sunshine
That has brightened our pathways awhile

SONNET NO 3 by Deepak Menon


A dryad of the Forest on a wooded mountain's crest
Flicking in and out of the shadows of autumn leaves
A magic fleeting glimpse of dappled dreams blest
By the hand of the Creator for whom eternity grieves
. Was the love I yearned through troubled times and good
. Was the sound of a voice long gone into yesterday's bed
. Was the being of a golden smile carved in hardened wood
. For which again and anon my dispirited heart bled
Till ensanguined it became as the pale horse of death
And the wine turned vintage and dried into grey ash
While the vessel crumbling did scream out the threat
To eject the dying spirit in one great blinding flash
. 'Twas then that like rain from the sky - thy falling tears
. On my upturned face - gave life for the coming years.

Wednesday, June 28, 2006

Reflections on Jealousy by Deepak Menon

11. JEALOUSY.
11.1 Beware of jealousy. It will reduce the strongest mind to
imbecelity. It will reduce the strongest body to a bag of bones.
And it will burn out all emotions forever.
.
11.2 The jealous are like the clouds passing on overhead. One
is never sure when one or the other will pour.
.
11.3 Behold the great Oracle. He can tell you every thing that
will happen in the future - except the actions of one afflicted
with jealousy.
.

Wednesday, June 21, 2006

Entry for June 22, 2006 - A verse from my book "Tamamshudh"

'Tis a strange desire that will not go away

Even when the Vine's daughter holds me in sway.

.      To try to forget the moment spent with thee

Is the reason I go to the tavern - day after day.

                                  Quatrain No 76 from Tamamshudh by deepak menon

Wednesday, June 14, 2006

The Glorious Love Flag - A poem by Deepak Menon

Treasures of life lie scattered along the way
Ahead is the fiery dragon we must slay
To cross the bridge across the abyss so deep
To reach the paradise where we are to sleep

No sword do we have in our hands to weild
The dragon is strong and will never yeild
And if we stop and pause a while to think
Time will see that our armour has a chink

And the insidious mist of foraging time
Will enter with its sweet enticing wine
And lost in reviewing our life page by page
We shall fall victim to ravaging age

What shall we do? The cry erupts in pain
From our parched lips turned upwards for rain
Then falls on them a tiny little drop
Of sweet nectar of love from Gods own crop

And the sword is sheathed with a bright smile
Lightened strides swiftly cover the last mile
The beacon of love lights up the dark world
The glorious love flag above is unfurled

And the dragons fire of hate dies out
And he stands aside – we joyously shout
Hurray! As we enter the promised land
To embrace for ever our long lost band

The people who had left our little world
Or into the raging storms of life hurled
By time, which then only stops at the gate
Of Eternity where we meet our mate

Then there is no other journey to start
There we shall again never have to part
From the ones who were the songs of our life
To oblivion shall be banished all strife

By Deepak Menon - 14th June 2006 on this blog