Another great song from the old old Movie C.I D. sung by the
Great Comedian Johnny Walker - wonderful song about there
being every thing in Bombay except the "Heart" ....
Saturday, February 05, 2011
Jaane kahan mera jigar gaya ji
This movie was one of the hits of the good old days and it was sung
in the movies Mr $ Mrs 55 when Black and White movies could
really provide all the beauties of shooting great films - the actor is
The great Comedian Johnny Walker and the song says that "Goodness
Knows where my heart has gone, it was here just some time ago" and the
actress sings the repartee "It had been lost in someones charms, and
some one's big big eyes" - Notice her big eyes and the expressions she
makes with them!!!! Unforgettable Music and Tunes ... La la la la...
Deepak
Wednesday, February 02, 2011
And my poem 'The Tamarind Tree' Came Alive ...
I received a mail and was asked permission to post my poem on the Blog of a New School - and so it came to be at http://sanctamariaschool.blogspot.com/2011/02/our-tamarind-tree.html?showComment=1296672493842#c5436772732737340317
And this is really thrilling and you can read it there in its rightful place
Deepak
And this is really thrilling and you can read it there in its rightful place
Deepak
Tuesday, February 01, 2011
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Friday, January 14, 2011
Monday, January 10, 2011
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Monday, December 27, 2010
Sunday, December 05, 2010
Wednesday, December 01, 2010
Tuesday, November 02, 2010
Friday, October 15, 2010
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Monday, May 19, 2008
Tuesday, January 08, 2008
End of an Era - An Eulogy dedicated to Mrs Promilla Ghose my Great Aunt - Entry for January 08, 2008
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End of an Era - An Eulogy dedicated to Mrs Promilla Ghose my Great aunt Jan 8, '08 6:15 AM
for everyoneTHE PHOTOGRAPH IS OF PROMILLA GHOSE WITH HER MOST WONDERFUL HUSBAND ARTHUR GHOSE BEFORE HE LEFT HER TO AWAIT HER COMING IN ANOTHER WORLD
On 3rd Dec 1916 was born my mothers elder sister - one of the great and exceedingly talented people of her time. She was an MA BT in the nascent field of Geography at a time when one could count such qualified people on the fingers of one hand. She had a passion for literature and learning beyond her years and times. She would write beautiful verses in Shakespearean English one moment and recite entire passages from Milton or Tennyson the next. She had a beautiful handwriting and it was amazing to see her write English text perhaps like a calligrapher. Turn to the next page of her diary and one would see beautifully lettered URDU text in which she may have written the accounts of the daily expenses. Ask and she would recite a beautiful verse in Persian and were the adventurous inclined to ask her about the wind or the mountains or rocks or minerals or the great Ocean currents and the effect of the Albido of the earths atmosphere on them - he would have to return satiated to the brim with the most amazingly focussed and yet simply taught lesson on these things that any one on earth could ever have delivered with such tremendous erudition.
She had a lecturarship in Geography in a college at Ferozpur in north India in 1947, while her entire family was living in the cities of Quetta in Baluchistan and Lahore (both now in Pakistan). When it was announced that the subcontinent was to be partationed into India and Pakistan, this intreped lady rushed across the riot torn burning countries by truck and on bicycles to her home and (by virtue of her indominatable spirit and will and the care and concern for others which has always remained the hallmark of her life), she brought the entire family to India and along with her mother and her wonderful husband Arthur, they brought up all the youngers including the children adopted by my grandmother after the Quetta earthquake in 1929, with care and inspired them all to successfully make their place in this world with honour and honesty unfounded.
On the 1st of January 2008, she was called to a better world by the will of God, perhaps because it was the will of God who would have wished her to be at his side because she was in spirit a true Altruist and her memory will always be imprinted in words of Gold in the hearts and minds of all who knew her - of which there are uncountable thousands - she worked in the St Thomas School at Dehradun for 33 years and spent the last period of over a decade as its Principal inspiring each and every student to live up to the motto of the school - "To Greater Heights"
This post is a heartfelt prayer to the Good Lord to keep her soul in blissfull sleep till all those she loved, and all who loved her, are united with her once again ....
Eternally remembered by Pinky, Deepak and Vikram her ever loving children and family and friends
I have posted this on my Multiply site too :- http://deepakdemoninlove।multiply।com/journal/item/73/End_of_an_Era_-_An_Eulogy_ - dedicated_to_Mrs_Promilla_Ghose_my_Great_aunt
Friday, May 11, 2007
An Indian and an American Recipe - Compare if you can
I got these two recipes from the Yahoo recipe site. If you have the patience - try them out and decide the winner for yourself.
A. Title: CRICKET'S SPAM QUICHE
Categories: Meats, Eggs
Yield: 4 servings
1 c Coarsely chopped mushrooms
5 T Butter/margarine
1 c Finely crushed stone wheat
-crackers
1/4 c Green onions, sliced
1/4 c Brown onions, chopped
3/4 c Monterey Jack cheese
3/4 c Medium Sharp Cheddar cheese,
-grated
3/4 c Mozzarella cheese, grated
1 c Ricotta cheese
4 ea Eggs
1/4 t Cayenne pepper
1/4 t Paprika
1/4 c Milk
1 ea Cooked artichoke
1/4 c Green bell pepper, chopped
1/4 c Red bell pepper, chopped
1 cn Spam, shredded
1. Saute mushrooms in 3 Tbs butter until limp.
2. Stir in the crushed crackers, then turn into well greased 10-inch round
quiche pan.
3. Press mushroom mixture evenly over bottom of dish and up the sides.
4. Melt remaining butter, add onions, saute and add shredded Spam. Layer
shredded cheeses and Spam in dish.
5. In blender, whirl the eggs, ricotta, milk and cayenne until smooth.
6. Pour Into crust and sprinkle with paprika. Place sauteed red and
green bell peppers on top. Bake in oven at 375 for 40 to 45 mins.
7. Garnish with cooked artichoke.
B. TITLE- New Delhi Spiced Chicken
Recipe By : Jo Anne Merrill
Serving Size : 4 Preparation Time :0:40 Categories : Ethnic Poultry Amount Measure Ingredient -- Preparation Method -------- ------------ ------- 1 teaspoon ground turmeric
1 teaspoon curry powder
1 teaspoon coriander
1/2 teaspoon ground ginger
1/8 teaspoon chili powder -- * pure
black pepper -- to taste
3 tablespoons Pure butterfat -- or margarine
4 boneless skinless chicken breast halves -- cubed
2 onions -- chopped fine
2 tomatoes -- chopped
2 green bell peppers -- chopped fine
1 celery stalks -- chopped fine
3 parsley sprigs -- minced
2 garlic cloves -- minced
1/3 cup seedless raisins
1 tablespoon dry sherry
1 1/2 teaspoons lemon juice
* Pure chili contains only chili powder. There are no other spices in it.Strengths vary from mild to fiery hot. If you cannot find pure chili for this recipe, try regular chili.
1. Heat two tablespoons butter or margarine in a large skillet. Placefirst six ingredients (all the spices) in skillet and brown for 1 minute over high heat.
2. Have the chicken breasts boned, skinned and cut into bite-sized cubes. Place chicken in skillet with browned spices; stir to coat well, then brown 1 minute longer or until chicken has turned white on the inside (cut a piece to check). Remove from pan and set aside.
3. Add remaining butter to pan and saute onions over high heat until limp.
4.Add remaining ingredients, including browned chicken, and cook over medium heat until celery is tender but still slightly crisp. Vegetables will give off some juiciness as they cook.
Serve over brown rice. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Serving Ideas : Serve with brown rice and cucumbers in yogurt dressing.
A. Title: CRICKET'S SPAM QUICHE
Categories: Meats, Eggs
Yield: 4 servings
1 c Coarsely chopped mushrooms
5 T Butter/margarine
1 c Finely crushed stone wheat
-crackers
1/4 c Green onions, sliced
1/4 c Brown onions, chopped
3/4 c Monterey Jack cheese
3/4 c Medium Sharp Cheddar cheese,
-grated
3/4 c Mozzarella cheese, grated
1 c Ricotta cheese
4 ea Eggs
1/4 t Cayenne pepper
1/4 t Paprika
1/4 c Milk
1 ea Cooked artichoke
1/4 c Green bell pepper, chopped
1/4 c Red bell pepper, chopped
1 cn Spam, shredded
1. Saute mushrooms in 3 Tbs butter until limp.
2. Stir in the crushed crackers, then turn into well greased 10-inch round
quiche pan.
3. Press mushroom mixture evenly over bottom of dish and up the sides.
4. Melt remaining butter, add onions, saute and add shredded Spam. Layer
shredded cheeses and Spam in dish.
5. In blender, whirl the eggs, ricotta, milk and cayenne until smooth.
6. Pour Into crust and sprinkle with paprika. Place sauteed red and
green bell peppers on top. Bake in oven at 375 for 40 to 45 mins.
7. Garnish with cooked artichoke.
B. TITLE- New Delhi Spiced Chicken
Recipe By : Jo Anne Merrill
Serving Size : 4 Preparation Time :0:40 Categories : Ethnic Poultry Amount Measure Ingredient -- Preparation Method -------- ------------ ------- 1 teaspoon ground turmeric
1 teaspoon curry powder
1 teaspoon coriander
1/2 teaspoon ground ginger
1/8 teaspoon chili powder -- * pure
black pepper -- to taste
3 tablespoons Pure butterfat -- or margarine
4 boneless skinless chicken breast halves -- cubed
2 onions -- chopped fine
2 tomatoes -- chopped
2 green bell peppers -- chopped fine
1 celery stalks -- chopped fine
3 parsley sprigs -- minced
2 garlic cloves -- minced
1/3 cup seedless raisins
1 tablespoon dry sherry
1 1/2 teaspoons lemon juice
* Pure chili contains only chili powder. There are no other spices in it.Strengths vary from mild to fiery hot. If you cannot find pure chili for this recipe, try regular chili.
1. Heat two tablespoons butter or margarine in a large skillet. Placefirst six ingredients (all the spices) in skillet and brown for 1 minute over high heat.
2. Have the chicken breasts boned, skinned and cut into bite-sized cubes. Place chicken in skillet with browned spices; stir to coat well, then brown 1 minute longer or until chicken has turned white on the inside (cut a piece to check). Remove from pan and set aside.
3. Add remaining butter to pan and saute onions over high heat until limp.
4.Add remaining ingredients, including browned chicken, and cook over medium heat until celery is tender but still slightly crisp. Vegetables will give off some juiciness as they cook.
Serve over brown rice. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Serving Ideas : Serve with brown rice and cucumbers in yogurt dressing.
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
EASTER
By DEEPAK MENON - A POEM
Recorded History tells of 20 pieces of Silver
And records a last supper just the day before
When the man from Galillee spoke of a betrayer
Who would not keep betrayal in abeyance any more!
.
So it came about and a troop came to a garden
And carried away the man who rode on a mule
To be judged by whom we may call a Roman Warden
Who was a proxy sent, the promised land to rule
.
Judgement was swift as is always wont to be
When humans sense their glory false is in danger
And with two petty thieves our hero was instantly
Sentenced to to be crucified like a criminal stranger
.
Knowing it was the Zenith of the plan of the Lord
He carried a cross himself up the fateful hill
A crown of thorns, cresting his bloody brow so broad
With even a cup of water offered on the way, spil’d
.
By brutal overseers of the tyrannical rulers of the land
Who lashed the valiant preacher of the ultimate grace
And forbade any from the crowds, from lending him a hand
All the way to the terrible fateful dreaded place
.
Where was finally planted the cross they had carried
And with nails driven through their feet and hands
They were crucified, and the tyrants never tarried
And swept away to desecrate other people’s lands
.
And on that Good Friday the heavens opened their doors
Shedding rain like the tears of the angels of the Lord
Carrying the preachers blood across the plains and moors
To mingle with and change water to the nectar of the lord.
.
And the diseases afflicting the exploited masses of the Earth
Were washed away; Lepers became whole again
But there was only sadness over the land, without any mirth
As the heavens continued to pour the Lords tears like rain
.
“Good Friday” passed and gave way to another day
And the lifeless remains of the Immaculate Conception
Carried into a cave and thrown inside and inert they lay
A boulder blocking the entrance marking the trepidation
.
Of the keepers of the flag of injustice and tyrannical rule
Who feared that the sight of the body itself could be
A trigger for the masses to rise against the unholy rule
Yes, the cowardly tyrants - feared even what they could not see!
.
But came the Lord's day of rest, and he reached out with love
Rising from the floor, moving the boulder with a gesture
He emerged from the cave and set to flight the whitest dove
Carrying his message of love glittering with ethereal lusture
.
To the corners of the world and the Disciples outside in wait
Rose as one with amazed wonder in their incredulous look
As they watched him ascend to Heavens Golden Gate
Leaving his message of truth and love in his immortal book
.
A testament of love for the peoples of the Earth
A vision to cherish, when awake or in slumber they lay
For the millennia to follow, since the Christ took birth
And for His return the millions do pray, on Easter Day
Recorded History tells of 20 pieces of Silver
And records a last supper just the day before
When the man from Galillee spoke of a betrayer
Who would not keep betrayal in abeyance any more!
.
So it came about and a troop came to a garden
And carried away the man who rode on a mule
To be judged by whom we may call a Roman Warden
Who was a proxy sent, the promised land to rule
.
Judgement was swift as is always wont to be
When humans sense their glory false is in danger
And with two petty thieves our hero was instantly
Sentenced to to be crucified like a criminal stranger
.
Knowing it was the Zenith of the plan of the Lord
He carried a cross himself up the fateful hill
A crown of thorns, cresting his bloody brow so broad
With even a cup of water offered on the way, spil’d
.
By brutal overseers of the tyrannical rulers of the land
Who lashed the valiant preacher of the ultimate grace
And forbade any from the crowds, from lending him a hand
All the way to the terrible fateful dreaded place
.
Where was finally planted the cross they had carried
And with nails driven through their feet and hands
They were crucified, and the tyrants never tarried
And swept away to desecrate other people’s lands
.
And on that Good Friday the heavens opened their doors
Shedding rain like the tears of the angels of the Lord
Carrying the preachers blood across the plains and moors
To mingle with and change water to the nectar of the lord.
.
And the diseases afflicting the exploited masses of the Earth
Were washed away; Lepers became whole again
But there was only sadness over the land, without any mirth
As the heavens continued to pour the Lords tears like rain
.
“Good Friday” passed and gave way to another day
And the lifeless remains of the Immaculate Conception
Carried into a cave and thrown inside and inert they lay
A boulder blocking the entrance marking the trepidation
.
Of the keepers of the flag of injustice and tyrannical rule
Who feared that the sight of the body itself could be
A trigger for the masses to rise against the unholy rule
Yes, the cowardly tyrants - feared even what they could not see!
.
But came the Lord's day of rest, and he reached out with love
Rising from the floor, moving the boulder with a gesture
He emerged from the cave and set to flight the whitest dove
Carrying his message of love glittering with ethereal lusture
.
To the corners of the world and the Disciples outside in wait
Rose as one with amazed wonder in their incredulous look
As they watched him ascend to Heavens Golden Gate
Leaving his message of truth and love in his immortal book
.
A testament of love for the peoples of the Earth
A vision to cherish, when awake or in slumber they lay
For the millennia to follow, since the Christ took birth
And for His return the millions do pray, on Easter Day
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