Fish Curry>>Chicken Curry

Ok...a lot of people may not necessarily agree with this,but this was something that dawned on me a few weeks before i was set to go home after almost a year.The only god damn thing i could think of for nearly 4 days was going home and eating fish curry.It was fish curry here,fish curry there,pretty much the only thing i cud think or smell but never taste was fish curry...........A deeper contemplation of this sudden craving for fish curry, showed me that it was more a craving of the heart and soul rather than of the stomach...Somehow subconsciously the whole concept of good steamy spicy fish curry had become synonymous with home,my little place in Kerala.....I missed and loved my home.....Yes,yes I was staying in a tourist paradise,surrounded by some of the finest ppl in the country,,,blah...blah...blah......bottom line is I missed home.....

So now that I am back here,albeit for 15 days, and suddenly feeling compulsed to write, I thought this shd be my first blog after a long time......and yeah,I am changing the name of the blog from "Chicke curry for the hungry Stomach" to "Fish curry for the hungry Soul",(the address has also changed to fish-curries.blogspot), for two reasons........ the needs of the soul are more important than that of the stomach.......but more so coz Fish curry is definitely better than chicken curry.

And yeah.....I solemnly swear upon this plate of spicy red Fish curry that I'll try to write more than once every 4 months

30 days ........

30 days…….30 days he has been wandering in this desert……30 days of heat that pierces in thru your skin..........,29 days of dust storms, and one with a muck storm…..for somehow it rained on one day along with the dust,…..the dust was so fierce that the rain and the dust mixed together to form thick slushy muck that hit your face as you trudged along……u pray for rain and end up having muck thrown at u……’None may question the immortal Ones works’….

…… he couldn’t bear more of this…no, it had to end….he hadn’t eaten anything but a tuberous fruit called solanum for all these days….it grew wildly in the desert………..30 days it had been….and he didn’t know how many more…..Please God, he prayed, take this cup from me …….for it wasn’t just the heat and the dust it was the loneliness…the desolation….. Here he was cast off, alone, left to die…..’He’d never make it’ they had claimed when they threw him here……...they could have just killed him ...but Ha…Their mom’s hadnt been strong enough to bear offspring that could pull the trigger on him.

......, he felt he was going crazy………..The sun seemed to be playing games with his brain ,He kept seeing specters during the day, eerie creatures bearing grim shells around their eyes, ....wafting here and there holding their ancient runes,….runes that contain wisdom the world will never know or have use for….

He felt the specters getting more defined and felt himself go ethereal, maybe he was slipping into their world, maybe he was being given insight to untold truths, then again, maybe he was just going mad……….But the feeling was like a high that he had never had before……..The visions that came to him were clearer than Kubla Khans palace………aye, truly he was going mad….he knew it then,….and he felt himself falling ….felt himself becoming one of them…..a feeling that he had given up on humanity and it on him……but then….

Then he heard it,wafting thru the air,a melody sung by a lark so beautifully that it even made the specters stop their endless wandering. It was sung in a strange tongue…..yet he knew and understand all of it…..…A song that urged fallen warriors to rise up again, a song that told them to believe in their God and stand up and shine…..a song that told them to blaze in glory and power…..

“Blaze Blaze”,the lark cried, and then he knew it ,...he realized his purpose, his meaning in life……..he got up ....and put another step forward into the endless sand that stretched before him,…….all the specters now gone to dwell in the minds of another less fortunate soul in the wilderness….……..he knew he would make it…he trudged on……strong, determined and with the lark's song on his lips,”Blaze Blaze”………,...........................”Waka Waka”

Hello World !

Ok....this is kinda my first time writing a blog...I know....I know.....I just jumped on the bandwagon when it was too full......neways I was too bored to do anything else today....so decided to start a blog......

I am asking forgivness now itself, for ne1 i may offend,insult or kill at some pt of time in the future.......To whomsoever it may concern,think of it this way, when I began this,I didn't want to

Also all references made by me,whether fictional or real, will be completely non coincidental and will have been published without the prior consent of the aforementioned parties or their rights holders.......if you have any issues,whether legal or financial,please contact my attorney who will promptly tell you to live with it....

So here goes.....wish me luck,ask me to break a leg ,say Merde!,or ToiToiToi.....even if you haven't....I am still starting.....