Thursday, April 24, 2014
Wednesday, April 16, 2014
FIERY GOLMOL PUCHKA SHOTS
It is a small round dumpling made of atta
and stuffed with joy. It’s the pet passion of little children and kitty
party behnjis whose belly is as stout
as the filling of this crisp ball. Each evening around 7 o clock, the nukkad is buzzing with Pandeyji ki 4-pahiya
chatpati mobile cart that people flock to like bees thronging a beehive. Or
else how would they happily gulp down boss
ki khitpit ya saasu maa ke taane ya long distance
NRI wale ki romance waali mail.
This is India that unites people of various caste, creed and tastes. How
irresistible is the sight of watching old grandma with ‘artificial teeth’
devour golgappas filled with tangy imli
liquid and spices or paas wale senior
citizens ka group who tell the golgappe wala to put more sweet chutney in the paani so that their throats get delighted
to heart.
Every city has its share of favourite shopping zones. And Delhi is filled
with eatery hubs that are the first point of attraction for tourists. Few of
the well-known places include Shahjahan Road, C R Park, Bengali Market that are
institutions in serving golgappas since yesteryears. The golgappas and papri
chaat served here will fill your stomach as satisfactorily as a five-course
meal in a 5 star hotel.
The taste and culinary magic of any ‘puchka’ as it is called in Kolkata is
incomplete without the dust and the loo of the street or the sweat trickling down
from the arm of ‘paani puri’ vendor while he dips his hand into the green and
red chutney and sinks them into the golgappa. After all, ‘teekha’ tabhi hoga when it is filled with the
tradition of love served by roadside vendors.
So if you want to relish this Indian street chat delight, forget glorious
things like hygiene and health. Sometimes, it fills your heart more than
anything when you blindly give yourself into this fat and tasty dumpling.
Friday, September 2, 2011
Deepika Dewan: Swee Rhymings
Deepika Dewan: Swee Rhymings: Seek the peak Poke the beak Break the brake Crack the fake Dump the gun Face the sun School is cool Don’t be a fool Bake the cake Why b...
Swee Rhymings
Seek the peak
Poke the beak
Break the brake
Crack the fake
Dump the gun
Face the sun
School is cool
Don’t be a fool
Bake the cake
Why be late?
Win the man
Run the fan
Walk the talk
Rock the dock
Dart the cart
Cut the part
In and Inn
Pin and Win Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Deepika Dewan: Maria Oh Maria!
Deepika Dewan: Maria Oh Maria!: "Not all love stories belong to the Mumtaz-Shahjahan genre that smell of old classic unfiltered love. Or of Salim-Anarkali age which is fill..."
Maria Oh Maria!
Not all love stories belong to the Mumtaz-Shahjahan genre that smell of old classic unfiltered love. Or of Salim-Anarkali age which is filled with poignant immortal passion.
Welcome to the 21st century anguished and blood-curdling tale enacted with unimaginable histrionics which shall soon hit the silver screen as an entertaining masala potboiler based on two character dheela artistes - small timer South Indian actress Maria Monica Susairaj and the part protective-part two timing ex-Naval officer-cum-fiance’ Emile Jerome Mathew.
Whatever made the fame-hungry Maria come to Mumbai is a foregone conclusion but whatever made her fiancé and partner to the crime Jerome to brutally hack media executive Neeraj Grover to 300 pieces after suspecting her bedroom companionship vomits out an ever-chilling naked truth of betrayal, jealousy and revenge that happen between a man and a woman.
Maria is free after having served three years behind bars, but the agonized Jerome is locked plain and simple for ten years all at the cost of a relationship which was perhaps two-way on both sides.
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