Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Fillet of joy - Banana fry and coffee

This pic reminds me of the numerous coffee I've shared with the boys at Coffee house in the heart land of "gods own country". Now in Bangalore, these little cups of joy seems so distant and grayed as my hair.

Branded "coffee Day's" and "Barista's" of today don't offer these little banana nuggets but their line-up includes more on western . "Lot more can happen over a cup of coffee" punch line seems so alienated in these sterile coffee shops.

There's something natural about the small shops that serves hot coffee/tea. Early mornings these small tea shops are buzz with people sprouting Marxian thoughts and a hot doze of stale politics over a steaming cup of tea. I think secret to kerala's literacy mushroomed from these little discussion groups centered around these tea shacks.

Vazhakappam ( banana fry), this ( Kadi) item served along with is another delicacy that I miss in Bangalore. These yellow slices of ripe banana, dipped in flour syrup and fried in oil is one of the best accompaniment to my evening coffee chat.

How to make banana fry ( Kerala style)

Banana(ripe) - 2 nos
Flour(Maida) - 1 cup
Sugar - 1 - 2 tsp
Oil for deep frying

Banana fry recipe:
Mix together maida, tumeric, sugar and water to make a thick batter with a dropping consistency. Mix well, clear all lumps .

Slice the bananas to two halves and then each halves to vertically thin pieces.

Dip the slices of banana in the batter and coat it with the batter.

Heat oil in a deep-fry pan and fry slices one by one,(both sides).

Watch till the fry turns golden brown. Remove and Keep it on a tissue paper to remove excess oil.

Serve hot with Tea/coffee

Thursday, July 23, 2009

Bahadur, lives

Lord, take me to those wonder years, when I trolled along with my Dad to buy the latest issues of Indrajal Comics. The comics heros from Bahadur, the Indian dective to the ones from the American heart land, Flash Gordon, Phantom, or Mandrake filled the road side book stalls.

Thesse where the heros of my childhood? I had few organized boys who made comic and I used to love reading from those big collection. Often I would go to the Childeren's section of Public Library, at Palayam, I would dig down the shelves to find some unread comics.

These days, I wonder what the kids read. For the current gen "X", comics are not the vouge. There are just too many things to do with too little time. Video games, T.V programs, Internet, etc take up the little time ....

Now those Inderjal comics are collectors item. It has become vintage! Recently at an used book store I saw a big bundle but it got me to think of collecting Inderjal comics...esp Phantom and Flash Gordon.

Yet another collection to build and to live for....

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

thoughts maketh me


Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings - always darker, emptier and simpler.
Friedrich Nietzsche


Thoughts maketh! After a short break in my hometown, I'm back to the arena with many thoughts to make life more productive. It's not the first,nor the last time...

Hope it will stick to me with more glue, more time for me to get into a new habit.

Watch your thoughts, for they become words.

Watch your words, for they become actions.

Watch your actions, for they become habits.

Watch your habits, for they become character.

Watch your character, for it becomes your destiny.

Friday, June 19, 2009

Insightful sources..

All of us are are walking with a cesspool of ideas. There're no dearth to ideas that originate but most of it disapper in the same wired placed it gave birth to.

Our Chief frequently quotes this line.. ": It's Not the Big That Eat the Small...It's the Fast That Eat the Slow:

I'm slowly taking steps to write down all my ideas and wishes in one place, and ensure to revisit it every day to get myself familized my destination.

Same old story...

Same old sun
Same old moon
It’s the same old story
Same old tune
They all say
Someday soon
My sins will all be forgiven
Gentle rain
Falls on me
All life folds back
Into the sea
We contemplate eternity
Beneath the vast indifference of heaven

Source: The Indifference Of Heaven

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Gentle rain
Falls on me
All life folds back
Into the sea
We contemplate eternity
Beneath the vast indifference of heaven

Writing that are memorably evocative. Love sharing some snippets ..

Thursday, June 18, 2009

Quote of the day

This idea is around for a quite a while, still folks like me fail to make it better at every attempt. What could be reason of such disheartened effort. Why don't I have that killing instinct to keep trying, keep pushing for that elusive goal.

Probably, I need to wake up my faculties, and do a re-think of what I all I can accomplish in this life...

Wake me up..

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Coffee tales


Coffee has come a long way. From the small time tea shops, coffee is now branded as a uptown beverage. New joints like Cafe day, Barrista and upcoming Star bucks all promote this idea...

Gone are the coffee/tea under 10 rs. Now with its up promotion, the price can start anything from Rs 50. I used to frequent these shops to while away my time... but that was before recession.. Now, I've opted out of these posh shops to enjoying coffee/tea at home.

Anyways, these coffee shops has become a necessity to urbanites like me. This place offers a quite place from the humdrum of life and a time to spend with loved ones. It's an ideal place to socialize, share, meet, brew ideas. yes with no one to bother its just you, me and the coffee...

Your's in coffee

Vettucad Church

This is Madre de Deus (Deos) church, popularly know as Vettucadu church. I took this pic during my last visit to Trivandrum. This Church is one of the famous pilgrim center for people from all class and creed.

Friday is the most revered day for this church. People crowd on Friday's to offer special prayers, offering for healing etc. Proximity to the beach makes this church an added attraction to visit.

This chruch history dates back to the 14th century and over the years it has become popular due to instances of miracle cure and tales of vision.

If you plan to visit Vettucud church, you can avail city bus which frequently ply this route. Apart from the transport bus, you can get into any private vehicle which starts from Palayam junction( Near to university office ). Though it's packed, it takes you there in less time and with lots of sudden heaves...

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

A peek into high school memories – KV Pattom


Kendriya Vidyalaya Pattom, Trivandrum -

Old school group pictures hold treasured memories. Many like me cling to the old school pictures for short nostalgic journey through the black and white years of life.

This black and white picture belongs to the class of 83’ from Kendriya Vidyalaya Pattom. This group picture was taken when I was in class 9. I rediscovered this old school snap in one of the magazines. This time I scanned so that I don't loose it again.

This one picture brings backs fond memories of my alma mater, CENTRAL SCHOOL at Pattom, Trivandrum.

20 years or more has slipped by. My school mates at Pattom Central school have long graduated to different echelons of life. I heard that one fellow has become a civil servant, few are working as clerks in Govt offices but the vast majority has gone away in the mist of time.

At times, I wonder how they fare in life? What job they do for living? What dreams are they chasing, and how’s life treating them.

Our batch at Kendriya Vidyala Pattom was famous for many reasons. One thing, our batch produced the largest number of compartments. I still wonder how managed to scrape through the 10th exam, yes much to my relief and for my parents.

I remember many teachers who had made their indelible mark on all of us. English teacher, Sreekumari Madam, Sudha teacher who taught Chemistry, Late Chacko Sir ( Physical Education ), Pushkaran Sir who taught us to many funny looking hangers, Sarojani Mam who taught Hindi , Sanskrit sir who took extra pain to teach me during vacation….

With many years behind, I wonder if I can connect with any of these old timers’. Will they be able to recollect me from this group picture? I wonder if they will.

I would like to peek inside this sprawling school compound and retrace those golden moments inside this institution that shaped the fortune of many souls. Probably, I’ll take pics of old class rooms, the assembly area, top ground, Principle's room etc that hold the sweet bygone moments of my childhood.

Can anyone get me the pics of the teachers who taught us, the science, arts and life?


Friday, January 16, 2009

As drifting logs of wood


As drifting logs of wood may haply meet On ocean's waters surging to and fro, And having met, drift once again apart, So, fleeting is the intercourse of men. E'en as a traveler meeting with the shade Of some o'erhung tree, awhile reposes, Then leaves its shelter to pursue his ways, So men meet friends, then part with them for ever.

Source: Code of Manu