Thursday, 16 August 2012

Faith


What does it mean to have faith?
Many say they have faith
Faith in what one asks?
Faith in who one asks?
Faith in the Lord God
How can we have faith in God?
Faith is about believing
Faith is about living
In the manner that harms none
In a manner that cares for each one
Faith is trusting in Him
Faith is being focused on Him
Not just when times are good
But more so when times are bad
Doubts creep in slyly trying to shake you
This is a time to try you
The time to test if your faith is true
To test if you are a bhakt true
The adversities can be physical
Mental, social or financial
The peace and stability of faith is hard won
Brought on by faith in that One
This is a spiritual way of life
Rather than a religious life
The faith must be unshakable
To make you stable
Balanced in life
In pain and strife
Balanced in joy and wealth
In happiness and health
I have Faith




Rising from the Ashes


Despair is dark
Like a black mark
That will not go away
And hold total sway
If left unchecked
It will deepen till checked
It is an effort to think
But if I want to go towards the light’s brink
I must take those steps
A slow struggle to move up those steps
After all it is what I want
More than anything I can ever want
To see the light after despair
Makes it a victory over despair
Slowly I build my tattered self
Takes time to repair the self
Is this the strength I have lacked?
Spirituality rarely backed?
Becoming stronger is all in the mind
Spirituality finally strengthens the mind
Making me grow more patient
With others and self, more patient
 Accept what cannot be changed
Instead of fighting for all to be changed
Build my faith in that which is bigger than all
Try to be kind to one and all
Forgive those who hurt me
Forgive those who neglect me
That does not kill us, makes us stronger
But who says what is stronger?
I feel stronger mentally and spiritually
Though not recovered physically
Live every day as if it is the last
 Take the pleasures and make them last
Beautiful flowers swaying in the breeze
Butterflies dancing in the breeze
Rustling of the leaves in the breeze
Clean washing fluttering in the breeze
The birds chirping multitude of songs
My heart dances to the songs
The black despair held at bay for another day
But it’s my victory for another day
Keeping the darkness that can never be far away
For pain has a way for finding a way
Still am thankful for the strength I have gained
Strength of soul that I have gained


Wednesday, 8 August 2012

Tender Feelings



The trembling of a dew drop on a petal
The glistening of a metal
The smile on a baby’s face
The love’s tender gaze
Baby birds nesting in the leaves
Among uncurling new leaves
The pale green leaf unfurling gently
Touching the soft skin gently
Mothers holding their babies to breast
Hugging them to their chest
Love and tenderness are clear to see
Evoking emotion in all who see


Wednesday, 1 August 2012

A Dark Anatomy by Robin Blake


This is the first book I am reading by Robin Blake. It is set in 1740s England and of course is a murder mystery. A local gentlewoman has been found dead with her throat cut. The body is found in the woods by the workers of the estate who go searching for her, when her horse comes back riderless. The coroner who is the main character of the story is called in, as this is an unexplained death.
This is a story that is intriguing in many ways. The murder and the attempt to find the truth is one puzzle. When trying to uncover what happened the author gives a fairly good account of what the state of policing and of forensics was. The policing was practically non-existent and as for understanding of the human body and its complexities was in its infancy. The human nature and simplistic outlook of the people is well portrayed. The coroner is a very meticulous man and works hard to discover the truth with the help of his friend who is a doctor and usually performs the post-mortem. He sets about getting his jury together to hold the inquest when the body disappears from the ice house where it had been placed till the doctor could view it.
Granted the woman was not well-liked and there were none who mourned her death. The husband is the prime suspect but has an iron clad alibi. He does not want an inquest or a post-mortem and wishes the coroner would treat it as an accident. How can this be if the throat had been cut from ear to ear? Surely the husband has something to hide, especially since it was known that the marriage was unhappy one and he had been trying to get a divorce from his rich Jamaican wife. He surely needed the money as he was working on a building project. The architect who manages the project also appears to have something to hide. The workers in the estate have little information that can help in finding the truth.  
Who would benefit from her death and subsequently from taking away the body? Was this the work of the murderer? In order to hide the truth that might be revealed if the post-mortem was carried out? Was it the body snatchers who were stealing dead bodies and selling them to anatomists for dissection? Was there any truth is the rumours that the lady was a werewolf? There is such mixture of beliefs and myths and what in the present day may sound totally ridiculous was a firm belief of many in those times.
This is a very descriptive novel with details of the times and also out of the need to detect crime. After all there are no fancy gadgets to use but only the human mind and thinking. It is however a different flavour to the other murder mysteries that I have read which were set in different times. The discussion and thinking relate to philosophy, medicine, law, truth, anatomy, religion and so on. Many subjects dealt with to give a good mystery and a small lesson in history. Well worth a read. I shall look for other books by this author.

Doodhpak (rice pudding)


This is one of my favourite Indian sweet of all time. The ingredients are not many and the preparation is simple. However, it does take time and patience. I usually make enough for it to last a few days so that I can have my fill and a good recompense of the time spent stirring the milk. It is the perfect sweet to eat with or after a meal or even on its own. 

Ingredients

4 pints of full cream milk (2 litres – the semi skimmed will not work as creaminess is the essence of the dish)
Sugar (adjust the amount your preference)
Almonds, pistachios and cashew nuts (a small handful of each)
Raisins (a small handful)
8 – 10 pods of cardamom
Rice – a small handful of nice fragrant basmati rice

Preparation

Gather all the ingredients and roughly chop the nuts as well as wash the raisins. Put the milk in a pan on the heat. Add sugar, nuts and raisins to the milk. Break open the cardamom pods and crush the seeds and add into the milk. Wash the rice and have it ready. Once the milk comes to boil add the rice into it. Now turn the heat down to medium and allow the milk to continue boiling gently. 

It would be prudent to keep an eye and stir the milk often so that it does not boil over or start sticking to the bottom of the pan. The dish is ready once the rice gets cooked. However, you can boil it to get the consistency you want. I prefer it fairly thick and leave the milk to cook till it reduces to half the original amount. Take it off the heat and cool for a while in the pan. Then stir the milk to break up any layer of cream that forms on top. This, now can be placed in the fridge to chill.

Here are some other recipes of the same dish -
 
You can leave the rice out altogether and you would get rabdi. This is fairly thickened milk with the nuts and raisins and tastes wonderful too. This rabdi can also then be frozen and had as ice cream or kulfi. There is a slight variation also when you can add fine vermicelli instead of rice. However the vermicelli has to be slightly browned in a small amount of ghee before adding the milk and nuts and letting it cook till the vermicelli is cooked and the milk thickened to right consistency. 

Here are some recipes for seviyan (vermicelli pudding) -