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Jottings of a July

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July is a pretty significant month that way. It’s that part of the pie when my world gets its share of the sky, quite literally. Clouds go in for a scheduled breakdown and pour their hearts out on a crore of a city, with really no care for whether they are huddled in shanties holding buckets or lounging in high-rise apartments with a glass of bubbly. It’s an operasque performance and everyone has to tune in.

The seventh incongruous month has also been ill-fated in the recent past. Not only has it been soaked with water but the blood and tears of many that have been targets of terror. But eventually life takes over and trudges ahead in a million different instances until another chaotic evening of July brings people together in death.

Then again, under a heavy bough of July is when my parents got married and the appearance of a little Miss Shola became just a matter of time; albeit a good eight years later.

This July was busy in an ordinary sort of way; busy enough to keep me away from this space and ordinary enough to not inspire me to write. Nevertheless it had its moments that left behind a thought, a memory, a jotting for posterity.


For the moments that tested and went away sulking:

Again and Again

Again and again, however we know the landscape of love
and the little churchyard there, with its sorrowing names
and the frighteningly silent abyss into which the others
fall: again and again the two of us walk out together
under the ancient trees, lie down again and again
among the flowers, face to face with the sky.

~ Rainer Maria Rilke (1875-1926) was a Bohemian-Austrian poet


For the moment I fell in love with yellow!


For the moments when my inner eyes blinked open momentarily and then shut just as quickly:

Muqaddar Mera

Har Ghadi Khud Se Ulajhna Hai Muqaddar Mera
Main Hi Kashti Hoon Mujhi Mein Hai Samander Mera

Kis Se Puchun Ki Kahan Gum Hoon Kai Barson Se
Har Jagah Dhoondhta Firta Hai Mujhe Ghar Mera

Ek Se Ho Gaye Mausamo Ke Chehre Saare
Meri Aankhon Se Kahi Kho Gaya Manzar Mera

Muddatein Beet Gayi Khwab Suhana Dekhe
Jaagta Rehta Hai Har Neend Mein Bistar Mera

Aaina Dekh Ke Nikla Tha Main Ghar Ke Baahar
Aaj Tak Haath Mein Mehfooz Hai Pathar Mera

~ Nida Fazli is an Indian Urdu poet


For the many moments spent in the kitchen:

Palak Paneer

Wash one bundle of palak thoroughly. Transfer into cooker and sprinkle a pinch of baking soda (so that it retains its green-ness). Pressure cook until whistle and then remove from flame. Puree one tomato and leave it in the mixer. To it add cooked palak, one green chilly and a pod of garlic and mix again for just 10 seconds (enough to make the entire thing smooth). Heat 1 tsp of oil and put 1/2 tsp of turmeric powder. Put the palak mixture in it along with 1 tsp wheat flour (again for smooth-ness), and salt to taste. Keep mixing for 2-3 mins. Heat 5 tsps of oil/ghee and put 1-2 tsps of red chilly powder in it. Put this tadka in the palak and mix again until the oil/ghee is fully incorporated. Lastly, cut up about 150 g of paneer and add to the palak (can shallow fry paneer before adding).

Potato cheese croquettes

Grate 3 cubes of cheddar/mozzarella cheese and keep aside. Boil 3 large potatoes, peel, and mash along with 3-4 slices of softened bread. Add 1 tbsp of coriander leaves, 2 tsps of pepper, salt and 1 cube of grated cheese in the potatoes and mix again until homogenous (can also beat up and add one egg). Next roll the potato mixture into balls (about 10-12), flatten, put 1 tsp of cheese in the center and fold up again into a log like structure. Roll up the balls in semolina (rawa) or bread crumbs and fry. The cheese should ooze out when you bite into them.


For the moment I heard this and thanked God for everything:


Written by Miss Shola

July 31, 2011 at 2:01 pm

Posted in Chow, Poetry, Ramblings, Shots