Mix-Veg Dry Curry - Recipe:

Mix-Veg Dry Curry - How to Prepare - Recipe:

Preparation for four people

Ingredients:
1. Potato  - 5/6 pieces medium size
2. Beat-root - 2 Medium size
3. Green-Capsicum - 2 Medium size
4. Spinach - 200Grams
5. Tomato - 2 small size
6. Onion - 2 small size
7. Coriander leafs - a little for pudding

Spices:
1. Cumin seeds - 1/2 table spoon
2. Cinnamon - few small pieces
3. cloves  - 3-4 pieces
4. mace - few small pieces

5. Bay leaf - 2-3 pieces
6. green chilly - 1 or 2 pieces as per taste
7. salt - 2 table spoon/as per taste
8. Turmeric power - 1/2 table spoon
9. garam-masala powder - 1 tablespoon
10. cumin-coriander powder - 1 tablespoon

Preparation:

1. Boil the potato and beat-root and cut in 4 pieces each
2. chop the onion in thin long slices, tomato in thick long sloice
3. chop the
 spinach in smaller size
4. cut the capsicum in medium sizes each

Cooking:

Keep a deep pan on LPG gas-stove and put 6-7 spoon of mustered or refined oil and let it get heated, once hot put the spices in it one by one and mix them properly for 1 minute. put the onion slices into it and let it fry till it gets light brown in color. put the tomato slices in it along with capsicum pieces and mix them properly and leave it for another 1-2 minutes on medium flame. next mix the spinach along with potato and beat-root into it and mix them properly, add the salt, turmeric power and mix them evenly. leave the pan covered for frying for another 2-3 minutes (keep checking in between) add the garam/cumin-coriander masala into it with a light sprinkle of water and mix it again. and leave it to be fried for another 2 minutes. once you start getting smell of spices out of it after 2 minutes of frying add coriander leaves, turn the stove off and keep it covered for few minutes before serving it hot. enjoy the vegetable extravaganza :)

Useful Link: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Indian_spices

By: Praveen Parasar
Date: 30/11/2013

Tragedy of Wanderer!

Scribbling:

Tragedy of Wanderer!

“Every single note that popped out every time those fingers fell upon rusted metallic keys bringing out sound of love and sadness, he felt a word popping out of his skin drenched in his own blood. Disguised he thought of them, yet could not help but carry it to the nearby bed of roses, only to lay down beside, watching her half-asleep, half awake, nodding lazily to his lips, kind of assurance that she has not yet deserted him to the thrones below that bed. And he could not help but to watch her amidst that never-ending solitude; as the night grew darker and melancholic, as she fell asleep as sound as that veil of darkness young night had come holding upon, as those roses dried out faster than his heartbeats (being beside her!) made way for thrones lying beneath to shatter his dreams, tearing out his skin, making him bleed and to find his words floating through. And he remained clueless of that face ever-again, bleeding whole night; bleeding words of solitude, yet holding onto that pen, not to get drown. Alas!”

~ Praveen Parasar

The Lovers!

The Lovers!                                      

Let us keep that mask on

Let us lie to each other some more

Do not let truth spoil our longing

Hold each close and let kiss bloom

They say, love is blind, lust cares none

All it wants is to let bodies burn

In the flame of desire, passion

Shadow of lies beneath truth of sun

Hide our faces, eyes may feel shy

To confront the truth can make them cry

Do not be so harsh to our tender heart

It just wished to have a little fun and why

Just let skin feel the fire, heartbeat sync

As we make a toast of dark love and drink!

 

By: Praveen Parasar

Date: 26/11/2013

                                          René Magritte-Les amants (The Lovers) 1928

Intensions!

Intensions!

Barren lands of true intensions

Hidden within, and those layers

Sooner or later grows the seed

Tearing the skin of dried soil within

All they need is a hint of rain

Time does fine, changes the frame

What did one seek, what did one show?

One will find when it starts to grow

Thoughts are inevitable, but it’s about what you plow

As water doesn’t seek the path, it just flows

Silence! Look it’s not what it thought to be

Just a rotten fruit beneath that sad tree

Did it cheat the farmer, or showed him a mirror

You could lie to the whole world, but

Here no more than a naked liar

Stand guard, you must face it now

Before it grows high above swelling you inside

And, will give no more chance than to be remain lost in its tides

Accept, accept it, be brave, be that soul

Who wished you no pain, told you not to foul.

 

Time does fine, frame will change again

Barren lands of true intensions will see the rain, again.

 

By: Praveen Parasar

Date: 18/11/2013

Tragedy of wanderer

Tragedy of wanderer:

“Lying on his bed, he was nothing more than a rotten loath of flesh waiting to be dumped beneath the ground. His own smell unsettled him; it reminded him smell of those liquids in the glass he used to hold in the middle of crowds waiting for a glimpse of him, going gaga over his posters, even if being nothing more than an imposter. Lie, just a lie, a dirty stinky one, a coward, he remembers, he played for way to long, so long that it ruined him, ate him inside out, he felt so weak that he could not even dare to open his eyes to look around and find out if he was still being chased by them. Too weak to even respond to those naked girls dancing around, their bouncing breasts did not arouse him suddenly, for whom he used to go mad once. He felt embraced upon his all of sudden no better than dead penis hanging like a dried flower by the plant that once charmed and attracted bees all over. It was a dream run for him, way to good, one he never imagined, one he never wanted to get out of, but now when reality hit him like a speed breaker on a plain road so hard, it was too hard for him to hold on. He left himself to be drowning inside; a hope still held it somewhere, Hope! An ever-open Last option for a coward.