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A Lazy’s guide to cooking Khichdi | Diary of a Weekend Traveller
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Diary of a Weekend Traveller. A Lazy’s guide to cooking Khichdi. March 31, 2009 — Kalyan Banerjee. Add me as a friend on at. I am no cooking pundit. I can’t cook well. In fact, while in a kitchen, I feel like a child lost in a Kumbh Mela. So, why this post then? Than microwaved ready-to-eat one. Here is a quick way to prepare Khichdi. You can treat this as a Lazy person’s guide to cooking Khichdi sans all the usual troubles. Try this IF AND ONLY IF. You’re out of country AND. Rice – 1 fistfull. 8211; 2 (...
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August | 2012 | Yatra - A Journey through Life
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Yatra – A Journey through Life. A collection of souvenirs in a journey through life…. August 7, 2012. Let’s touch the waves. Posted by srijithunni under Stories. I almost got delayed. You remember Nandan? He is leaving in a week and they were planning a team outing. . Mukundan nodded. He remembered Nandan telling him, of wanting to shift to Bangalore. Not surprising. He had talked to me about leaving. Oh! I guess it skipped my mind . He asked with an hesitant air. No! Is it the knowledge about a loved on...
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April | 2012 | Yatra - A Journey through Life
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Yatra – A Journey through Life. A collection of souvenirs in a journey through life…. April 30, 2012. Posted by srijithunni under Poems. My mind stirred, to the smell of dead leaves. Awaiting death on a bed, as one heaves. I called my friends to come and share. To shock my soul and cast me thread bare. Talk to me, O’ my poetess friend, Of life. Or stories of victory, desolation or strife. Or calm my nerves with praises of nature. Of a beautiful death that shall befit my stature. Where from is music born,...
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November | 2010 | Yatra - A Journey through Life
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Yatra – A Journey through Life. A collection of souvenirs in a journey through life…. November 20, 2010. High on a bus. Posted by srijithunni under Poems. What to tell of ,the magic of alcohol. Or is it the debacle of society. Of what do I cry, along shall I fall,. In the madness, do I feel pity? Rushed the bus, tickets flying around. Not a gap to breathe, too loud yet quiet. Yet there rose an unseen voice, booming sound. 8220;Roads are bad, he cheated us, right? Scoffing at the rulers, others gaze.
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November | 2011 | Yatra - A Journey through Life
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Yatra – A Journey through Life. A collection of souvenirs in a journey through life…. November 1, 2011. Posted by srijithunni under Poems. Why am I tired? As the world revolves and fights. Why do I simply sigh? Why do I not seek my rights? All oppressors have fallen they say. The greed of the wealthy on the streets. For what is right, as menfolk fight. O Why do I keep my angst at bay. Seven Billion and counting we are. What shall become of my plight. For tired I am, there are mouths to feed. All things s...
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Yatra – A Journey through Life. A collection of souvenirs in a journey through life…. November 20, 2010. High on a bus. Posted by srijithunni under Poems. What to tell of ,the magic of alcohol. Or is it the debacle of society. Of what do I cry, along shall I fall,. In the madness, do I feel pity? Rushed the bus, tickets flying around. Not a gap to breathe, too loud yet quiet. Yet there rose an unseen voice, booming sound. 8220;Roads are bad, he cheated us, right? Scoffing at the rulers, others gaze.
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June | 2012 | Yatra - A Journey through Life
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Yatra – A Journey through Life. A collection of souvenirs in a journey through life…. June 6, 2012. Posted by srijithunni under Stories. Sagar had turned 12. His sister gifted him a book and a small plant. His mother cooked his favourite potato curry. His father left early to office. Then, one day he had a dream. A dream that he was floating and falling at the same time. He could not make up his mind. Was he floating or falling? And then they heard the sound of the pipes and the hoofs of the bullock from...
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February | 2012 | Yatra - A Journey through Life
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Yatra – A Journey through Life. A collection of souvenirs in a journey through life…. February 24, 2012. Posted by srijithunni under Blogroll. To my mind always one of the greatest Marvels of his creations shall be the simple neighbour hood crow. The same crow that awakened and irritated our senses with a deafening cawing noise. While all the beautiful birds around cooed and sang and strutted their gentle feathers, the crow remained the vilified. The path so far. Let’s touch the waves. About C,C and C#.
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June | 2011 | Yatra - A Journey through Life
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Yatra – A Journey through Life. A collection of souvenirs in a journey through life…. June 26, 2011. Posted by srijithunni under Blogroll. Like most other facebook and twitter citizens, or should I say ‘twittizens’? What does it tell about our education system? Have we suddenly become all cream and no milk? Why are these voices rising suddenly right now? In a sense it is because in a society where every rupee saved goes into repayment of EMI and loans, a new car and other amenities for the middle class, ...
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January | 2012 | Yatra - A Journey through Life
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Yatra – A Journey through Life. A collection of souvenirs in a journey through life…. January 9, 2012. Posted by srijithunni under Poems. At vedagiri, atop the hillock. I wait and wait, where are thou? The wind sweeps the sand from the rock. Upon which I perch, will you join though? The trees whisper, that I wait in vain. The priests smile a sad old smile. Gone are the days, of soulful rain. When all hearts were pure, by a long mile. Far ahead I see the sea, glowing bright. The path so far. A Taste for G...
