Hotel Kerala-phonia by the Yeagles?

It is NOT a typo...it never is...
Hotel California is one of my all time favourite songs...it still is and it will be forever...in fact it is one song i learnt to play real well on my guitar before I broke my guitar in style...

But then what is here down below is something I am sure you will enjoy to the core...and well it is something for laughs...hope u like it all...am so sorry about the poor quality of the midi though...I could not get any decent background score to accompany this post and so please do not mind the jarring notes...

Now let me not take the thrill out of the song now...here goes...ladies and gents...this is Hotel Kerala-phonia... a great night out for our Nair...enjaaai...

On the road to Trivandrum

Coconut oil in my hair

Warm smell of avial

Rising up through the air

Up ahead in the distance

I saw a bright pink tube-light

My tummy rumbled, I felt weak and thin

I had to stop for a bite

There he stood in the doorway

Flicked his mundu in style

And I was thinking to myself

I don't like the look of his sinister smile

Then he lit up a petromax

Muttering "No power today"

More Mallus down the corridor

I thought I heard them say

Welcome to the Hotel Kerala-fonia

Such a lousy place,

Such a lousy place (background)

Such a sad disgrace,

Plenty of bugs at the Hotel Kerala-fonia

Any time of year

Any time of year (background)

It's infested here

His finger's stuck up his nostril

He's got a big, thick mustache

He makes an ugly, ugly noise

But that's just his laugh

Buxom girls clad in pavada

Eating banana chips

Some roll their eyes, and

Some roll their hips.

I said to the manager

My room's full of mice

He said,

Don't worry, saar,I sending you

meen karri, brandy and ice

And still those voices were crying from far away

Wake you up in the middle of the night

Just to hear them pray

Save us from the Hotel Kerala-fonia

Such a lousy place,

Such a lousy place (background)

Such a sad disgrace

Trying to live at the Hotel Kerala-fonia

It is no surprise

It is no surprise (background)

That it swarms with flies.

The blind man was pouring

Stale sambar on rice

And he said

We are all just actors here

In Silk Smitha-disguise

And in the dining chamber

We gathered for the feast

We stab it with our steely knives

But we just can't cut that beef

Last thing I remember

I was writhing on the floor

That cockroach in my appam-stew was the culprit,

I am sure

Relax, said the watchman

This enema will make you well

And his friends laughed as they held me down

God's Own Country? Oh, Hell!

Schumi Stalemate...

It seems like ages ago when I actually started to blog...and here I am...after a real long break...

Actually,I was not in hiding...as many thought...lol...I was not hibernating as well...cos it is not winter now...in fact it is quiet on the contrary...the sun is baking me alive..

About the Schumi stalemate...the less said the better...because the more i think about it...the more irritated I am...one thing is for sure though...Michael is Now Not the Champion...and he has lost a very valuable fan...Me...

I came to a point where I stopped watchin F1 all together...in fact I put up my Silverstone ticket up for grabs on E Bay...and guess what...No one even wanted to buy it to add to my misery...

Alonso...my man...is gonna be the Champion of this season as well...and I am a new Renault-Alonso fan...if you think I am doing Schumi's image some damage do let me know and I am all ready to justify my actions....

Long Time...

Hey hello and howdy everybody...(wel that is how I normally start my radio shows) it's been eons since I last posted on my blog and here I am...

A belated mother's day wish to all those lovely mothers everywhere...including my very own...it also goes out to those new mothers and the wannabe mothers...

Father's day is round the corner...and I aint a father yet...let alone being married...which also means I am very much single...but not ready to mingle...cos I'm already taken...lol...

Lots to say..lots to write about...
So watch this space for the following write ups...
a) The Falling Man ( which is still very much pending)
b) The F1 Stalemate ( i don't think i will write much anyway...as Schmi aint on the top anymore...which means my Silverstone ticket is up for grabs on E Bay)
c) Something mello and romantic...the title for which is still undecided...
d) Snow Drops (a must read if you are looking for something inspirational)
e) And a very special dedication to all those sweet fathers on Father's Day.

So people...do stay in touch...and keep those comments coming in...Not sure what you would want to say for this post though....

Over and out...

Mother...Isnt She The Most Beautiful Person In This World...

She is so beautiful...so much adorable...

She has a child inside her...

A new Life...A young life...A life which is part of her own...

And then a life is born...

A life so tender...so innocent...

But a mother is there to care for the little one...so serene...so loving and so full of care....

She loves the child..more than she loves herself...

She is a picture of sacrifice...

She protects and provides...she is all that the little baby knows...

For the baby...the mother is the only world it knows...

For the mother,her baby is the whole world to her...

As the baby looks into her eyes...

They fall in love with each other...

The mother churns out all her love...her affection...her tender loving care...

They are twain but their heart beats as one...as the baby becomes the apple of her eye and the baby knows that it could sleep with no fear...

Because the baby knows...that there is someone...to care and protect...oh what a great feeling it is....

Someone to hold...and never let go...someone who would watch its every move...and kiss and caress it...

And to provide and to protect.....

Till the day you would only see the laughter...

Till the day you see the love in the baby's eyes

Till the day you feel the warmth of the baby's love...

It is so wonderful to be a mother...

It is a feeling that every girl must go through...

It is such a blessed feeling...

A feeling that every girl would treasure till her end...

It is such a beautiful feeling to have the baby sleep in your arms...

It sure is so beautiful to be a mother...

God Bless all those mothers...for all their love...their undying love...

Does Power Come From The Barrel Of A Gun?

Does Power Come only from the barrel of a gun...?

When was the last time humanity saw someone give Peace a Chance?

When a man takes a gun...he does not take the gun to make peace...he takes the gun to make war...

Why does he take the gun...?

Is it to love?

Is it to spread kindness...?

But he takes it...only to terrorise...to wound...to maim...to kill...

Does the man who fires the gun know the pain...

Does he know...how it much it hurts...to lose a loved one...

He fires the gun that leaves another broken heart on this earth...another mother who has lost her son...a lady who has lost her love...a girl has lost her brother...and a baby has lost its dad...

Why do we hate our fellow men...why do we take up the gun to make peace...Is real power only in the barrel of a gun...? Does not love hold its sway on us men anymore...

Another family torn..another broken home...another tear shed for another man who bites the dust...

Now when is it going to be your turn?

Why dont we stop making this beautiful world into a killing field...let us stop...NOW.

Harvard Reading Test

Take a few minutes to try this, you may be surprised by the results.
This was developed as an age test by an R&D department at Harvard University.
Take your time and see if you can read each line aloud without a mistake.
The average person over 30 years of age can't do it!

1. This is this cat?
2. This is is cat?
3. This is how cat?
4. This is to cat?
5. This is keep cat?
6. This is an cat?
7. This is old cat?
8. This is fart cat?
9. This is busy cat?
10.This is for cat?
11.This is forty cat?
12. This is seconds cat?

Now go back and read aloud the third word in each line from the top downand I bet you can't resist telling your friends about this...

Cooking Tips From Ben's Kitchen !!

Hiya guys...more cooking tips from me...

Cooking Okra





Well there are quite a lot of things you can do with Okra...
Before I go any further let me tell those guys who do not know that...okra is also known as...Lady's Finger...I dont know why they call it lady's finger anyways..cos it is no way near the softness of a lady's finger...at least not my lady's finger...

Well...cooking okra can be a bit of challenge...though you can make curry with it or you can make a good side dish with okra...and if you are considering a side dish...these are some tips you can use...

1. Make sure you buy the okra's which have a very fragile tip...try to break it and if it does then it will make cooking all the more easier...because it means it is tender...
2. Cut the okra into nice small pieces and before you cook...microwave it for about 1 and 1/2 mins and then it would make it all the more soft...it would also reduce the cooking time considerably.
3. And finally if you find that it is slimy while cooking add 1 finely chopped tomato and it would take the slime away...dont ask me how..but just be advised that it works really well.

Now,some call it the Egg plant...

And the others call it Aubergine....

But no matter what they call...it all means the same...it means...Brinjal...

And you can also chop the Brinjals and soften it up by putting it in the microwave for 2 Mins...and Voila...it again reduces the cooking time for the brinjals drastically...

And finally...if you looooove Bitter Gourd..(jus like me) then you can cook a nice side dish for your dhal curry or curd rice or even rasam....

And again to reduce the time it takes for you to cook Bitter Gourd...chop it finely and microwave it for 3 Minutes...

Hmmm,now that I have given you some simple tips...go and start Cookin...

My Elusive 365 - Part 3

130. Munchkins 131. Honey Bunny 132. Sunbeam 134. Baby Bug

More such names welcome...

Why God Gives Us These Special Children...

God gives us these children because these are God's Special Angels...Those Gentle Angels-the special ones...the angels that God held so close to his heart...with so much of love...

So if He has given such an angel to you...It is because God has been looking for someone who could give as much love and care as he does...

He has been looking for a safe pair of hands all this while...and now he had given this angel to you for safe keeping...

So it is God who has chosen you and also these angels have chosen you..to be their mother and father...Because it knows all too well that only you can love and care as much as God does...

Because this Angel knows that you can protect it from all the others...protect it from all harm with your loving arms around it...

Just look into those beautiful eyes...and see what it tells you now...Just see how it asks you for your love...your care...your tender touch...

For your attention...for your unchanging love...

For you to hold it high up above...in the air...and tell the world how much you love her...

For you to sleep by its side...For you to keep her from the trials and the turmoils of the world when it sleeps by your side...

For you to keep her protected from the people who have no love...

This angel has chosen you Because it knows that you will treat it gentler than the petals of a rose...

This angel knows...that you love her...though you tell the world that you dont...Your heart cries with her when she cries out in hunger...You yearn for her love as much as this angel yearns for yours...Dont let the time go by....Hold her when you still can...

Hold her close when she is still around..Cos you dont know how much you will miss her when she's gone...So dont shed a tear...Dont hate her...She is just a bundle of love...So just go back to your darling angel...Wrap her in your arms..Give it a great big hug...

And say I Love You...

SILENT SCREAMS...

How would you feel -
If you were put in a claustrophobic little room,tied upside down by your belly and filled with water till you cant breathe no more...It is dark inside-no where to run,no where to go.

And then it happens. Somewhere from the darkness,something comes up.It first touches you to see if you are still alive,still breathing,still kicking about.

And then it does something a bit more.It works its way to your muscle- And starts tearing you apart...limb from limb,sinew from sinew...while you still are breathing,kicking and screaming- Screaming for help.

But...
No One is going to rescue you. The sharp knife leaves nothing to chance.

It tears you...it claws you...it rips you open...And it still does not stop...And before you know...it goes straight to your head- it churns and then it crushes..till you can scream no more....

You were there all the time...shouting out loud...for somebody to hear you...shouting out for somebody to help you...you screamed your lungs out....
But there was not a single soul to hear you scream...Your Silent Screams...

Mother let me live...
Dont let me down today...
Mother let me live...
I want to live today...
Mother you will see...
When you look at me...
that when you hold me in your arms...
You'll fall in love with me...

Act Fast...For The Time Is Running Out...For Our LOST GENERATION!!!

This is something that Sir Cliff Richard said

When Sir Cliff Richard went to Bangladesh he was visiting one of the most run down village hospital ever…

He was standing and watching a nurse attend to a man who was dying…

She asked him…
“Sir…Do you know how to administer an injection…?”
Sir Cliff Answered on the negative for which the nurse replied…” then why are you standing here and wasting your time…Go back to your country and do what you are good at doing…and don’t forget to spread the word around…about the dead and the dying”

A very plain and an outright answer…but it shook Sir Cliff…In all his life,he has never heard anyone speak to him like that before…



He later went on a trip to Calcutta to meet Mother Teresa…She was in her usual best…attending to the worm infested wound of a leper…not once flinching to see who was standing beside her…for her…no celebrity is great…for her…no human is great…

She then took her own time to have a friendly chat with Sir Cliff…And she spoke at length on what each of us could do…

And when Cliff Richard was on his way back home to England…he told this to a reporter who was travelling with him on the plane…

“I hate to think.. and shudder at the thought that every time I refuse to take food on the plane…for the sole reason that it did not suit my standard…there is a child dying of starvation…in a country over which I am flying right now…” A meal that would have meant a whole world of a difference to an entire family…

I hate to say this but I share the same sentiments of Sir Cliff Richard.

Last year…at the Live 8 concert…as I was watching it all unfold in front of my eyes…Sir Bob Geldoff…brought the whole world to a silent moment of reflection…He asked each of us to raise our right hands….A million hands went up…all over the world… and we were asked to snap our fingers…for every 3 seconds a child was dying of starvation in Africa….

And what are we going to do about it…what are we doing to save the next generation…

What are you doing to help the cause…

We have it all and yet we complain…but some where out there…there is a little one…a child…a poor hungry soul…looking out for someone to give it JUST ONE MORSEL OF BREAD…just one morsel…and just one drop of water…just one second of mirth…

All they want is just one moment of our time…
Just one moment...of our precious time…
Just one moment of our infinite lives…

Do We Have The Time…

To Make A Change?
To Make A Difference…?
To Make Someone Live?

Do We Have Just Moment…to say we care Before It Is Too Late?


Think About It!!!

Life...




It is always so difficult to describe what life is...I would say...it is a struggle every day...A fight to live...A fight to survive...

Some may accept this as a fact...and many deny...But then...at the end of the day...it is clear...and it is there for all to see...

I know a man who talks to me when quite often.I meet him over a cup of coffee...he is a treasure trove of knowledge.

This is what he told me...Life is a struggle...it is a constant fight...of the good and the bad...and even the ugly...

Sometimes the good win...and many times the bad prevail. But we must never let it rule our senses.

How true.

Now here is something I would say about myself.
I am soft and mushy on the outside...and all scarred on the inside...many times...i found that I was beaten with a stick when I should have been led by a carrot.

Everyday was a struggle. A struggle against the odds. A struggle against something unknown. A struggle to know what the tomorrow would be like.

But I would not and never will let it defeat me. I would not let it rule me. I would not let it take control of my senses and my emotions. I take a step further...every time i fall. I would then smile...I would then laugh. I would not let life demoralise me. Most of all...I keep the faith.

How many times have you let your ownself down...How many times have you let others tread upon you...How many times have you let others jeer you and comment about you. How many times have you let yourself take the beating...when you could have stood up to defend your ownself...

How many times did you believe in your own strengths when you could have let the Supreme Power take control of the situation.

Dont give up people...dont give up my friend.
If you want to live...then learn to fight...
If you want to live...beat the odds.
If you want to survive...then stand up tall and give a broad smile...
If you want to survive...laugh through your tears....
If you want to live...then learn to love

And most of all...Kneel down and let Him take control...

Oh Baby...How Do I Tell You...
How Much I Love You!!!

As I sit and think of you…the wind whispers your name as the world stands still…
There has been no one who has touched my heart so much
No diamonds…
No treasure….
No pearls…
Can hold my fancy.

No name…no fortune…
No amount of wealth can bring a smile on my face.

But One moment of my life with her…
It can never equal the joy she brings me…

As I sit on the shores to see the breaking waves…
I look out across the sea…across the waves…
And I feel your love as it is carried across the waves
And as my love for you over flows…
My heart is filled with Joy.

The tears of longing ease their way down my face…falling to the ground
My love for her….takes the wings of silver…
As I send it over the oceans and the valleys and the mountains..

And as I lay low…and Kiss her…
I can her, in all her beauty and splendour…
As I kissed her On that beautiful December Evening On the shores beyond the Casuarinas….



I have never seen someone so beautiful..
More beautiful than the Tulips…
Yet more simple than the color that fills the evening sky…

So serene…like the wind that caresses the face on a cold spring morning
And yet so loving like a Robin...holding its children across its breast…

So kind and so soft as the petals of roses…
She rules my senses…
She rules my thoughts..

Sometimes I feel…
If I have enough love to shower upon her...
Sometimes I wonder
If I can fill her heart with mirth…
Sometimes I wish…
I knew how to love her more and more…

I love her now and forever…
I love her eternally…
I love her with all my heart…
I love her and I always will from the day I say I Do to the day I Die

Sometimes I wish
I had known her from the day I was born…

But she is my angel…and this is I Know…
When she asks me what I am thinking right now…
There is only one answer I would tell her so…
Oh my butter cup…I Can Never Stop Loving You…

This Is What I Call A Comeback!!!




Well...I would not be doing any justice to my dear Schumi if I do not let you guys know how happy I am now...

Well...the weekend could not get any better...

Hmmmm...I really did not want to comment on weekend race...because how ever hard I tried to think that Schumi would win...he would fail...miserably...

But then...Imola...what can i say about the race track...it is the only track that is made for Ferrari conditions...but then...Alonso the reigning champion was so keen to retain his title that he never let Schumi and Ferrai take the Podium this season...And Renault at the top of the Constructor's Table...Ferrari had to do something miraculous...and I almost gave up all hopes of supporting ferrari...and Schumi...

Besides...with the rumour bubbles breaking the surface about Schumi quitting at the end of the season I was in no mood to watch the Race...

But the Qualifier was a real cracker with Schumi making the fastest lap ever...I was thrilled...but then my old fears haunted me...It happened at the start of the season but Schumi never hit position 1 and so I was waiting with anticipation on Race day...

Race day proved to be a real hit even though the Sting of Imola race track was removed with a tight curve made blunt by a chicane,there were some real close calls and some action....

Ide flipping Webber's car...it's been ages since I saw a F1 car turned upside down...and the safety cars had to be called in...and Montoyo's Crew(read lolli-pop man) messing with his refuelling...which cost him his podium...but he did some good to get some championship points finishing the race in a miraculous 4th place...

But then to top it all...no matter how ever hard the Renault Race Director tried to get Ferrari by the 2 stop strategy,failed miserably this time with my man Schumi taking the chequered flag....much to the thrill of me and million other Ferrari Fanatics...

Congratulations Schumi...You Still Are the Champion!!!

My Steamin' Cooker!!!

Hey there people...how are you doing every one...

I dont know why I did not think of this earlier but then here are some cooking tips for everyone...to all those not so gifted women...(am I being sexist here...but then,I also know that not all women know how to cook...lol) and to all those poor guys like me...who are stuck in some stupid country other than India...well I will be posting some tips for cooking and kitchen tips..that you can use...

Well...now that we know what's coming...let me start with some authentic Chennai Sambhar...(dhal curry if you are from North India).

I already posted a recipie for Mullagutawny soup earlier...but now...am gonna give some tips on a regular basis...

Ingredients:

Thoor Dhal or Thuvaram Parupu : 1/4 Cup
Onions : 1/2
Tomatoes : 2 Numbers
Chilli powder
Turmeric Powder
Cheeragam or Jeera
Curry Leaves
Corriander Powder
Tamarind : 100 Gms or 1 Tablespoon of Tamarind Paste
Drumstick or Murungakkai
Garlic : 2 or 3 Pods
Mustard
Green Chilli : 2 Numbers
Sunflower Oil : 2 Tablespoons
Salt
Asafotida

And most important of all...you need a cooker and a heat source...

Now...it is so simple to do it so try it out right away...

Wash the Thuvaram Parupu or Thoor Dhal and put it in the cooker...Pour at least One and Half Cups of Water.

Now...add some small onions...or diced big Onion and cut Tomatoes to the Thoor Dhal. Then add some Murungakkai and a Pinch of Turmeric Powder and Cheeragam and pods of Garlic and 2 Green Chillies slit in Half.

Now...let the whole mixture cook in the cooker of course for 10 Minutes...

Now...with the whole thing ready...take a Kadai and add 2 Tablespoons of Sunflower oil...let it heat up...Now add a teaspoon of Mustard and let it all explode...Now add some diced onions and Curry leaves....

When the onion is golden brown...add the mixture from the cooker...
And add the other condiments...Some Chilli Powder and Corriander Powder.

Also pour some water if you want it to be of a thinner consistency.

Now..when the sambhar starts to boil...add the Tamarind Paste and let it boil...Add Salt and also a pinch of Asafotida to taste.

Your very own Sambhar is ready... Bon Apetite...

Important Tips...

1. To enhance the taste you can use Coconut Oil instead of Sunflower Oil
2. Depending on your taste...you may add other finely cut vegetables like carrot and beans or cauliflower.
3. Always wear a vest or an apron while adding mustard to the hot oil...You dont want hot oil spills on your tummy...do you?
4. And if you have a heat or a fire sensor in your kitchen..make sure all the windows are open because it can get hot or fumy.

* That is the picture of my good old prestiege pressure cooker steaming away...with all the good ol' ingredients inside...

My Butter Cup...

Right Now..

I wish i could go back to the time I was with her...on the beach...
She was so beautiful...so pretty...she was feeling so free...
She seemed one with nature...
She seemed one with the wind...
She seemed one with the waves...

I still remember the moment she drew a very big heart...
On the sands on the shore...
On the sands of time...
On the walls of my heart...

I saw her clothes flutter in the wind...
I saw her laugh...
I saw the smile on her face...
It looked so bright...
And so radiant than the sun...

I Hugged her...I hugged her so tight...
A hug which was meant to say I LOVE YOU...
A hug which was meant to say I would be there for her...

It was an eternal hug...
And eternal embrace...
She was so warm...she held on to me so tight...
As I kissed her...
And as my lips touched hers...I could feel her heart beat in mine...
I knew then...that she is The One...
I knew then...that very moment that she is the one I would live my life with

She's the one I would share my life with...
She's the one I would live and die for...
She left her scent on my body...
So that when I am tired and weary...her fragrance would refresh me...
She spoke with her eyes...
She spoke with her heart...
She spoke to my soul...
She was the Queen of the Moment...
And now..she is the Queen of my heart...

I Miss her Now...but I Know that when I come back running into her arms...
She is gonna embrace me and never let me go...
And I would embrace her...and never let her go...
And I would breathe for her...
My heart would beat for her...
My blood would flow for her..

And I would hold her head on my shoulder...forever...
Till the evening is Nigh...And I would still keep loving her...
Till I see her on the other side of the Bridge...
Till the time we would enter the pearly gates together...Hand in hand
The day when I would not know where my fingers end and hers begin...
Oh my darling baby...My butter cup...

I Love You.