When someone comes over and you are all confused about what dish to prepare for satiating their appetite, least you are not even familiar with the ‘T’ of cooking. “Fret not!” Today I will share the secret recipe of making a perfect dish suitable for any occasion. All you need is ‘short (s)pan’ of attention and a lot of vigor (…no! not vinegar) and you are all set to go on with preparing. The one I will be going to teach is called the ‘roasted heart.’

…so here is how one makes it!!

Firstly, find some or even just one will do, “a freshly made up juicy ‘heart.’ While buying it check for plumpness …those are best, for such a dish. Stay away from all those bloated ones; many of them do stock on such, and will easily fool you into buying them. While out on shopping, expert advice may not be available, so you will have to rely as much on your own instinct. DO NOT get carried away by the words, especially of those trying to sell their stuff.

…ok! You got yourself a nice, cold heart, so let’s move on with our preparation. “Shall we?”

Before resuming do check up on the list of items that will be required. Assuming, that it is already done I will move on with the procedures…

As you cant never be sure where these ‘heart’s’ are cultivated and exported from, make sure they are cleansed with thoroughly. This can be done by holding it directly under the force of clean running water. That will get rid of any dirt or debris previously stuck to its surface.

Done that!! Good…

Now you have one nice, clean but still cold heart. This dish may not taste good if it is not warmed. So as to do that, take a large ‘Cauldron’ …usually that much of a space is seldom required, but that helps to spice it more easily. Fill the vessel with ‘water’ fetched from the tank of hope. It can be easily found everywhere. Put on the flame for the vessel, set to a minimum. Dip the heart in it once and remove it, now drop it …and leave it for sometime.

Till it get’s all warmed up, you can go and enjoy some leisure time. But do remember to keep a check on its progress..

“Times up!”

By now it must have been pretty cooked, so switch of the flame and wait for some more time for the ‘water’ to scale down in its temperature. Take a safe holder to take it out and place it on a dish. The heart must be all warmed, and soft to touch. Do handle it carefully causs it tends to become slippery.

Take a sharp knife and just slightly poke it to make sure it is warmed. If the point of the knife penetrates through it with ease, you have it made perfectly.

Give yourself a pat on the back ...and move on with the things to prepare.

The whole heart tastes better than a sliced one, so leave it that way and get some spices and oils. Pour the whole bottle of oil in the pan and let it burn. Let it boil for sometime. Keep the spices handy, and just when the oil is all of boiling, pour them in the pan.

The ‘whoosh’ sound that is made is so good “….Wonderful!!”

Stir everything inside the pan with a flat spoon, smell the nice aroma that is emitted. When you see everything inside the pan is grasping the color ‘red’ get the heart and introduce it to the pan. “Again” …you will have to stir it, this time vigorously, so as to get the taste onto to the dish. Cover the pan with a lid and watch as it turns from some familiar color to something of brownish in nature. If that is case, you my friend have successfully prepared that special aromatic dish. Only thing left is to serve it. Nothing specific required, just serve it freshly out of the pan, it tastes better that way.

That is all there is to it, hope you enjoyed the preparation and intricacies of that appetizing dish.

The ‘shiny glass’ stood there

Thinking of the drink

Someone will come

And pour some bottles full of kink

No matter what

The table had in mind

Covered with cloth

It sure wasn’t going to bind

The ‘poor’ shiny glass

Had nothing to fuss about

Blended in a room

Occupied by more than few of the tout.

There were waiters

Adored the glass for its shine

Nothing were they allowed

People were there for some fine dine

The usual days;

“Summer chills and winter heat”

‘Passed by’ like nothing

Surely.. “The time must have be in a mood to cheat

Finally it happened..

A slight jerk of excitement

Threw the glass off balance

Shattered it into pieces on the floor of commitment

Replacing the glass

For it was easy

Many were there waiting

To get all dizzy.

“Still! (another) shiny glass stood there……!!!”

Worst you may not have
The best you might not get
But get to think of those and behave
…those things you use and forget.

Crying for the other peoples loss,
Somehow yawning at the self in half.
Stop worrying about the others cause,
Begin a day with a happy mind full of laugh

No one would follow
On the path you took
There is no friend on your list so mellow
“Least...” caring to give a second look

Make someone joyous,
For if he is feeling a little down.
That will be the moment you’ll rejoice
And will savor it forever till the rest of the dawn.

Still it will not be the life of the sage,
Somehow only the moments will get the count
So remember to enjoy every second of your wage
And don’t let the tension mount.

Time is flowing, the pace is fast.
I am standing still, not wanting it to last
When I want the most of it
It just slows down
How can I run along on my feet?
It makes me look like a clown.

Looking at the clock;
…It is half past eight.
Had some more sleep on that nice comfy dock,
Woke up with a thud: “Oh my god; I am already late.”

Took the jar filled with H2O,
Splashed it all over my face,
Burned some of the toast too,
Just forgot to tie my lace.

Run, run catch up with time
The clock is ticking
Meetings are arranged to earn big dime
But I am stuck here in a jam, Screaming and kicking.

Constantly watching the thing tied to the wrist,
Hoping for it to stop!
That damn thing had to break in the middle of this mist,
“Surely” the boss is going to hammer me a big nice drop.

Still I don’t know why time is important
‘Without it,’ “life would have been better
“Sorry.!!” got to go, I have to submit this ‘already late patent,
And for the last’ time’ my love is waiting, near a club called ‘hater?!?!?’

Words are few; but I’ll tell.
Nothing is new; for this merchant to sell.
Dreams are my passion; “they seem obvious.”
Distributing some of my mansion; for among those who threads ever so cautious.
A million things are for me; within the space of this earth.
Please have them from me; just sit next to my berth.
I get influenced by the ‘Ford. That you keep.
“But still”...I have my ‘Royce, within which I don’t sleep.
Things are things; they don’t matter.
Get the slings; let’s remove this clutter.
‘Hunger for more;’ is only sometimes good.
The cause of the sore; let just say “it is not the food.”

A stranger decided to be, a friend for me.

I didn’t know her, neither did she,

So ’.Stranger’ is the word that came to me.

She knew me better, so did I?

How wonderful it is to meet a stranger’ so sly

Our tastes were same, so were our food.

That must be why …we together were so good.

 The stranger didn’t lie, I didn’t complain.

She had a story mine was so plain.

We wondered how we never meet.

…never decided to greet.

All this while we were strangers,

 The strangers to be…!!! 

We laugh and we cry,

 But we always share the moments of joy

One cannot see the other in the dark shade of light

“I’ll be honest” we sometime had our fights.

 This is what brings us closer, closer to our hearts.

We are individuals with tastes different apart.

I care for the stranger, she cares for me too

We never understand the things that we should do.

Comfort of each other we never knew,

The feeling of loneliness is far from new.

I call her stranger, so does she.

That is why,  we are’ strangers’ to be.

Like a soothing curve and an unending nerve,
You had me on the edge of the constant verve.
With a cryptic sauce or of little loss,
That must have been the deed of the cause.
No hand enough to calm the beast,
Everything is in sight, to say the least.”
Chaos grooving with the sound of thunder,
‘Take it’… something is in blunder.
Having said things ‘over and over’
“People!” do run for cover.
Vein disrupting at the sight of churn
Setting the house to fire, that never was to be burn.
“Hating, loathing, kicking, screaming.”
And the laughter of joy came back beaming.

I roamed these streets, for days and into nights.
With an empty soul tied to the back of the chest and without the bright lights.
Every face inside every corner,
Glowed with shades that much darker.
A streak of light seemed to shine somewhere.
Are those the paths “we somehow to be beware?”

Craving for darkness in a neon glow,
Sometime it is better to get with the flow.
The wind is blowing, making me calm.
But I am holding myself, so I just give a damn.

Every time the head lines are held so desperately high,
Within which the news passes you by.
False things, false attitude
True things are begging for mercy of the gratitude.

Move on’ at speed of sight,
Had that been possible if this place wasn’t so tight?
No one has the time to look around,
Only reason being our head is buried inside of the ground.
The sky became bloated, not because it rained.
It was the suffering that somehow got drained.

“To your left, idiot!” came a loud scream.

“Whaaat? …where?”

“To yourrr left, b*#$#$%@!”

Boom! “Oh! Shit”

Welcome to the world that is dreaded and soaked with as much blood as the fury and rage that it draws. This is ‘Gaming tournaments’ at its best and above are the typical abuses that can be commonly heard and felt. If you are wondering if those word are for the opponents think again, the words galore is just for the teammates. So just imagine what’s in store for the enemy…!

Gaming as a sport draws a huge crowd of every species imaginable on this planet. There are the geeks, who always move with their pack i.e. in a group comprising of no more than six people, wearing the same colored (..Black) T-shirts with hugely printed “Geek” on their nonexistent chests. For reasons known to them they always carry their own hardware a.k.a the ‘weapons’ that is of choice ...of course! But don’t let their bespectacled look fool you; they are the ‘real masters of the game’, literally.

Then there are those, you know the big hulks that are found littered everywhere with big bodies that can put even a baby elephant to shame and a brain that they somehow decided to keep on the dusty shelf’s; that are rarely used. Attitude seems to be dripping from them as much as the drool they are unintentionally oozing. These giants are more of a loner which does works to their advantage. They spend freaking too much hours with their favorite game making them as much competitive as the species aforementioned. Ask them about the game they decided to compete in, you might probably get nothing more than a “huummm” like sound and yes some drool too.

Gaming tournaments also comprise of the usual crowd of people that are a mix of varied degree. From casual gamers to more of a spectator, you’ll find everybody here. The reasons they even made it to the tournament can vary from person to person. Some of them come to get the taste of what-its-like to be a gamer, so they can try their hands at the professional league. Then there are the others that visit for the love or hype of the games and even to check out ‘hot girls’. “Yeah, like you are ever getting to see one there. (…eyes rolling!!)

Huge speakers thundering at the highest decibel of human hearing tolerance add to that some pretty big cut-outs of the characters from the game pestered all around and you have one hell of a place for gaming rage. This is the usual setup of a decent gaming tournament, which is mostly held at places that are huge, area wise. For making everyone comfortable there are large enough chairs strategically placed in a number of rows facing the front of a huge projected screen. What is the use of screen you ask...Well that is for viewing the fierce battle that takes place inside the gaming arena. “But…???” Yes the ‘gaming arenas’ are separate sitting places or battle ground equipped with the entire arsenal* for the battles to draw blood. Actually a place differentiated from the main area comprising of a number of PCs for the gaming purpose.

Gaming is as ‘virtual’ as anything can get, but it the real people who play the games. That is why when two or even ten of them face each other, the competition is as fierce as in any other (real) game. Finding sweat in these places is much rare but tempers and anguish fly like the sparks from a metal cast against the other. Friends turn to foe and back again, it is those moments that make of all the difference. Cursing, abusing, screaming and bad words all come as standard part of the packaged deal. So, be it for the opponent or the one who is the part of the team it really doesn’t matter. Winning can seem to be the ‘everything’ here and for that the players can take to any length possible.

This can be a cool enough place for gaming aficionados. Where else do any gamer gets to see so many (real!) people! So if you are thinking of visiting any of the gaming tournaments don’t forget to bring some cotton buds for the ears and some tissues for you know what…?

“If you’ll excuse me, I need to go and finish that stupid lurking behind the door - “bang!”

If you are well dress, She thinks you are a playboy
If you are not, She thinks you are a beggar
If you kiss her, You are not a gentleman
If you don't you're not a man
If you praise her, She thinks you are a liar
If you don't, you are good for nothing
If you visit her often, She thinks you are boring
If you don't, She accuses you of double crossing
If you visit another, She accuses you of being hell
If she is visited by another, "Oh! It's natural, we are girls"
If you are a minute late, she complains, " It's hard to wait."
If you come on time, for hours she makes you wait
If you propose love within a brief time, you are a fresh guy
If you propose love later, She wonders why?
If you are jealous, She says it is bad
If you are not, she doubts your love, and is not glad
If you attempt romance, She thinks you don't respect her
If you don't, She thinks you don't like her
If you listen, She wants you to talk
If you talk, She wants you to listen.
'Oh!! Women!!'
So simple, Yet so complex
So weak, Yet so powerful
So confusing, Yet so desirable.



{ This poem is by 'Mr Prasen H Shende' }

* Use it if you like, but always credit this poem to its original author.

How long it has been? ever so lonely ever so numb. No feelings, whatsoever. The space of four walls of my home was all I knew. A TV to fill my mind, books to feed my mind and parents to chew on it. Emotions were there but no one thought me how to express them. I think they are learned not thought, but I was too numb to know that back then. Socializing was as rare as the 'rain in the deserts.' No I was not captivated; merely showed how not-to-be-a-part of this world. Even though I was free (..that's what was told to me!) 'The world was a bad place and it will infect you if you even try to poke your nose through the window.' So, silence and me were like brothers, no ..like friends. I think Friendship is more deeper than brotherhood.
Everyone thought of me as to be shy, cynical, weird, arrogant just because my 'only' friend was with me all the time. Some even thought I was mute. (which I am not..thank you!) I screamed, talked, laughed(hysterically!), sang and even empathized but was never been audible to anyone. On any given time if I had to... forced to.. speak up, it seemed an unending task of mammoth proportions. As though it was something on which my life was clinging on to,and it would snap the moment I even try to blurt a word from my mouth.
Minutes, hours, days and even years flew by, it was just the same. My mind was struggling to get loose, it was threatening to quite, the struggle was intense and something had to be done; and fast!
"Break the barriers, bend the rules" as easy as that. But that was revolt and I wasn't ready for that. So small step to the center stage; no back doors, they won't work for me. The foremost thing I had to do was kill my 'only' friend, which I did without even giving an afterthought. I had to do it...so I did. Everyone was surprised, astonished by the deed.
Emotions ran like wild animals, I didn't knew how to control them, I was learning. From that moment on the world seemed a very different place. It was altogether transformed from the one I imagined it to be, somehow very roomy yet close to constrained. The denizens of the world seemed cheery, lovable, rebellious yet very different from the ones I had been shown through the space of the window. I kind of liked it, loving it was far from question.
After these many years I truly cherished the taste of the warm rain, felt the true heat of the sun, got swept away by the waves from the sea. And this is just the beginning to the center stage of the world. But even now, every now and then: the ghost of my 'only' friend still shows up besides me......

Losers, losers, losers............... they are everywhere. No point! whichever way I turned they were there. It seemed this world, which I live in consisted nothing but them. It was filled obscenely with them, pathetic, ignorant ......and still many more! I wanted to run away (..screaming i.e) from them but found, I couldn't. The more I drifted the more they seem to gather, like the dirt on a moving car. Once they get in your system its pretty hard to get rid of them. I had to do something, ...anything.
All this running came to a sudden stop as I was knocked cold. Don't ask where and how, cuss that even I don't know. Day's passed and I was still lying there, with darkness all around. I was helpless, couldn't think, could 't move, I was becoming pathetic. Then one day something happened, in miracles i don't believe, but it was no lesser. Somebody awakened me from my ever-becoming dark world. The touch was soothing, gentle yet harsh. I was awake, couldn't open my eye's to its fullest but that bleaking darkness was gone, at least forever. I tried to look around, trying hard to look for familiar faces, found none whom i can relate to. I think i made it, at last I was away from them

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Gleaming in the dark was this little thing, not quite sure what it was but with perfect rhythm it danced around in a very strange pattern. The space seemed neutral against it's motion. With a realm of intensity it struck, 'the pattern of time' as if to do it more harm than good but with no luck! The order of it's motion was such, no law of physics hold witness to it.
At first it was lonely, sitting there all by itself. You might not even notice it, but the moment you eye it ....it starts to glow, as though it was watching you all this time just wanted you to know it. You find it interesting, so you might think of raising your hand to touch it. Hesitation was the last thing that boarded your mind so it was obviously late. That soft glow... that sense becomes too much and it jumps of the highest block just to end its fatal fall. There it is, all soft and mushy like a little baby's hand against yours. It's great but lasts no longer than a billionth of a second, and suddenly out of back of the dark, more of this now friendly but still strange thing thing starts to appear. They all are somewhat like this thing, watching you with the same strange aura.
By now you are content with this little thing, but your inner self that keeps you alive without your even knowing it speaks out of no where like it does so many times before, telling you want all of them. Mistake is a lesser a word here because what follows is far more demeaning, the voice should have been mute.
From one, these things are by now 'many'. Like the rush of blood they all leap on you from behind the dark. You are aware, but still choose to sit there, to feel these little things on you. Too late ..............what have been "mushy and soft" are now in all kinds of weird shapes and sizes, crawling, leeching and feeling you. You want them...... you know. But they are hurting you at the same time making you feel like heaven. In heaven they don't hurt you....