DP Daily Prompt: You,the Sandwich Post by Ranu

Garam Masala-spice

Garam Masala-spice (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

If the restaurant were to name something after me,what can it be? I am thinking,it has to be something the customers would like to eat.I got it ,it will be Ranu’s bhoona gosht. It is a meat dish. The following is the recipe:

Ingredients:

2 pounds of blade roast—sliced into one inch pieces

5 small onions–chopped

4 cloves of garlic– chopped

one inch piece of ginger–chopped and blend into paste

1 table spoon– curry powder

half tsp. cayenne powder

1 tsp. coriander powder

half tsp. cumin powder

quarter tsp. cinnamon powder

1 tsp. garam masala  powder

half tsp. paprika powder

3 tblsp.  olive oil or canola oil

salt to taste

Method:

1.Wash the meat thoroughly,remove excess fat.

2. heat the oil in a sauce pan.

3. put the onion,ginger and garlic,fry it until the onion is transparent.

4. put all the spices and fry it for a minute,do not let it burn.

5. It should be cooked in medium heat.

6. put the meat and stir it . Cook it for five minutes.

7. Transfer the meat into an oven proof pot.

8. preheat the oven at 350 degrees.

9. place the meat in the oven,leave it to cook for an hour.You should check it every twenty minutes, do not let it burn.The finished meat dish will be dry.This is why it’s called ‘Bhoona Gosht’.

You can serve it with rice or chapati( something like tortilla)

If you follow it according to the instructions given it will be a very tasty dish. Your friends,provided they like spicy food will ask for the recipe. Keep it a secret,what do you think?

Taj Mahal song in Bengali Translation and post by Ranu

song: Taj Mahal

Music and Lyrics  : Dilip Sarkar

Singer; Mrinal Chakrabarty

On the edge of the river Jumna

lies hundreds of dreams,

the mystery of the white stones

of mortals and immortals.

the pain of separation

and sick at heart.

Taj Mahal,Taj Mahal,

You are a picture

drawn with the paint brush

of a poet.

You have spread your wings

towards the path of heaven.

Today Mumtaz is not here,

Shah Jahan is not here.

Still love casts its ,

soft green shadow.

Taj Mahal,Taj Mahal,

you are an immortal

part of history.

You are standing firm

depicting the memory of

pain and love!

DP Daily Prompt: The Stat Connection post by Ranu

I have checked the stats page.I have noticed  there are three posts  listed frequently.One is a poem by Tagore,second is a recipe,and the third is a book review.

Tagore’s poem,’The rain is falling drip,drop,the river is overflowing,it is a very popular poem. During the monsoon season in Bengal,when everyone, especially the children are stuck in the house.This is one poem which is also a song is recited and sung by all.This helps them to come alive and happy. The weather doesn’t bother anyone.They are together, which doesn’t happen,when everyone is busy with their work. The poem brings back nostalgic memories of years gone by.

Keema Paratha is a recipe,there are a few steps to follow, if one is interested to make them. The pictures help,it gives an idea  what the finished product looks like.It is popular because they want to make them. The ingredients alone tells it is a tasty treat.

And The Mountains Echoed  a novel written by Khaled Hosseini.He is a great story writer. It is mostly about the people of Afghanistan. Their customs,what the wars are doing to the ordinary citizens’ daily life. Afghanistan happens to be in the news quite often.This would be one of the reasons people might like to read the book.The review helps to know what the story is about.

DP Daily Prompt: Party Animals Post by Ranu

I am not much of a party lover.I go to ones where I have no choice. Last year I went to one I did not enjoy.Everyone in that house were screaming at the top of their lungs. They were all adults.No they were sitting beside each other. Why were they so loud? I do not know. Maybe they thought it was the only occasion  they  could show how happy they were.

So from my description,I hope it is obvious I hated being there. When I came home,I  promised not to go to one  of those parties any more. I had a splitting headache. I felt I was probably deaf from all that noise. The energy I had, diminished in few minutes.It was a terrible experience.

Tagore song “Ami Pauth Bhola Ek pothik Eshechhi” translaion and post by Ranu

Latina: Jasminum sambac 'Arabian Nights' It is...

Latina: Jasminum sambac ‘Arabian Nights’ It is an evergreen vine or shrub, available in India. Common name: Arabian Jasmine ‘Arabian Nights’, Hindi: Bela, Telugu: Malli, Tamil: Kodi mulli, Manipuri: Jati pushpa, Bengali: Bel. Family: Oleaceae (Jasmine family). This photgrpah has been taken at Dhulagarh, Howrah. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I am a lost traveler

visiting you.

I am evening’s jasmine dear

and morning’s Arabian jasmine

do you know me?

I know you young traveler

your colorful clothing flies in the forests.

In the month of phalgun,

you are an impatient fire,

In the night of the month of chaitra,

you are aloof.

We are floating towards you

Who is calling this homeless

crazy person,

in a humming tune,

when I roam around in the forest?

I the mango bud called you.

I dreamed of you before I saw you,

I loved you without knowing you.

When the day is done,

and I am finished playing in the heated sand,

ready to go on the road,

who will take the fallen flowers in the chariot?

I the creeper will take it.

When the dry leaves scatter,

at the sound of music,

who will be left?

I will  stay and be sad,

O the indifferent traveler,

the beautiful spring ,

will erase the pain of separation.

I the crazy traveler will laugh.

I am a lost traveler,

visiting you.

DP Daily Prompt: There’s No Place Like Home Post by Ranu

The phrase  ”There’s No Place Like Home’,is one I truly believe in. To me it doesn’t have to be something extraordinary,but a small comfortable place will suffice. A home where I have my things,where I can do as I please,I can entertain,my friends and family is something I cannot give up.

A life of a nomad does not interest me. I do  not think if I get the chance to travel from place to place,I’ll opt for it. I love the security of my home.I know the people in my neighborhood. I give importance to these things. Nomadic life is not for me.

DP Daily Prompt: Fly On The Wall Post by Ranu

English: Rabindranath Tagore ,Tamilndu,India

English: Rabindranath Tagore ,Tamilndu,India (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

If I could be a fly on the wall,I would choose the year 1941,in Kolkata,India.  This was the year when Tagore was on his death bed. He was unable to write the words of his poem.He was too weak. His mind was thinking of poetry.He called one of his attendants and dictated the poems that were coming to him.

I would like to see how the poet was able to think of poetry in his death bed.Also the person who wrote it down.It is believed the poet checked the words.He wanted it to be perfect. I would love to be there.This is part of history where I’d be able to witness,the poet’s last days.

tagore song tumi je shurer agun you have touched the fire of music by Tagore translated and post by ranu

You have touched the fire of music

in my heart.

This fire is spread everywhere.

It is dancing between those

dead tree branches.

Who is it pointing  to in the sky.

In the dark  the stars are watching

with surprise.

From where is the crazy

wind blowing?

At midnight a flower

blossomed

O it is a gold waterlily.

Who knows how much

power the fire has!

DP Daily Prompt: Flip Flop

For the past few years my country of origin is having some serious issues.The main cause is the governing party. Although it seems to outsiders it is a democratic country,sadly it is not. People are put to death without any reason.The educated are leaving. There is general strike whenever the party in power thinks it will be beneficial to them.Crime is increasing in leaps and bounds. The citizens are not safe in their own homes. How can a country survive  when there is so much lawlessness.

This is the time  I feel we no longer can be loyal to this party in power. In the olden days,when the corruption reached its peak, the people were blessed with a saviour. It seems to me it’s not possible any more.

Tagore Song Sung by Lopamudra translated and posted by Ranu posted by Ranu

In Bengali the word shoi means a female friend. This word is repeated several times in the song.

The poet tells his female friend,like her he also wants to talk about his inner feeling.

He says O my friend I wish to talk about my inner feeling like you.

Sitting with your feet spread out in the corner,

you talk to each other’s ear,

sometimes you cry,sometimes laugh.

I sit and watch you!

O friend O my friend,

like you I wish to express my feeling.

O friend you have your inner feeling,

where is mine?

What am I going to say about her,

which happiness or which sorrow,

I don’t have words,I have nothing to say,

still I feel the desire to talk ceaselessly.

O friend I am surprised to think,

you have so much to talk about.

I sit alone in the evening,

with eyes full of tears,

if someone asks the reason for my tears,

I stay quiet.

O friend,O my friend,

like you I wish to express my feelings!