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The Big Fat Lentil Wedding

It was a morning of a date which is quite unclear in my memory. I woke up to the rising sound of traffic and the fluttering of pigeons eternally stuck in the window railings. I picked up my toothbrush, squeezed the last remains of the toothpaste, and tucked the brush into my mouth. I needed some company before sitting on the toilet seat, so I walked towards the door and pushed it open. Lying there was my roll of newspapers, with colorful bunch of pamphlets. But along with it was an envelope addressed for me.

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Fifty Shades of Purple

We walked towards one of our favourite pubs in Bangalore, belting past the street vendors, groups of Bangalore college students, and recognizable bunches of software workers. Crossing Brigade Road was a routine affair on weekends, often accompanied by meeting a long lost friend, an unwanted encounter, or an unusual one (like meeting a person and not remembering his/her name).  The lane on the right (while turning in from MG Road) was crowded as always, and the place had usual business sense one can associate with a Sunday afternoon.

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क्या हिंदी जीवित रहेगी?

आखिरी सासें लेती,
थकी-हारी, चरमराई,
हिंदी की जो है हालत,
उसे बचा सके दवा न दुहाई।

अंग्रेजी का अत्यधिक उपयोग,
नहीं है इसका कारण,
ना ही इस बात पे रोने से,
टलेगा इसका मरण।

हिंदी के पुनर्जन्म का,
बस एक ही है रास्ता,
अपने स्तर पर उसका प्रचार,
और भाषा के प्रति सच्ची आस्था।

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The story of Mysore Pak is close to my heart, one full of love and equal amounts of good cholesterol.

Mysore Pak is quite simply my favourite sweet. There is nothing which comes close to it. Well Jalebi sometimes does, but it still remains a distant second. Bengali sweets are further down the podium. And the western desserts? Well they don’t even clear the heats.


My story is one of discovery, friendship, taste, and limitless delight. I have limited knowledge about its origins and don’t wish to explore a lot. Also I don’t claim to know which form of it is the original, the melt-in-your-mouth Sri Krishna Sweets style or the porous, brittle, harder variety. All I can narrate is the story built of on true love for the sweet, or for the former version of it. The one which deliciously fades away in your mouth with the trueness of Ghee as a rich aftertaste.

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मलहम-ए -खिचड़ी

आपको देख दिल पे चल जाती है अभी भी छुरिया,
पर आपने तो फेका था हमें जैसे सीली हुई भुजिया।

खा पी कर ले रही हो तुम डकार,
पर क्या कभी याद किया तुमने पुराना प्यार?

धराशायी मन, टूटे दिल की सिसकी, सोचा शांत करू इसे मार मदिरा की चुस्की।

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