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ग़ज़ल

Fri, 10 Feb 2012 13:51:29 GMT

दिलों को पिरोने वाला अब वो तागा नहीं मिलता
रिश्तों में नमीं प्यार में सहारा नहीं मिलता

यूँ ही बैठे रहो, चुप रहो, कुछ न कहो
लोग मिल जातें हैं दोस्ती का इशारा नहीं मिलता

रेत बंद हाथों से फिसलती जाती है
वक्त जो टल जाता है दोबारा नहीं मिलता

डूब जाने दो दरियाओं में मुझे ऐ हमदम
अब वो सुकून भरा किनारा नहीं मिलता

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यादें

Thu, 09 Feb 2012 09:54:56 GMT

पुराने पन्नों वाली
वो डायरी
अक्सर ज़िन्दा हो जाती है,
जब खुलती है

मुस्कुराती है,
पहले प्यार की हरारत
खिलखिलाती है
कर के खुछ शरारत

रुलाती भी है
वो एक कविता
एक सूखा ग़ुलाब
कुछ आँसुओं से मिटे शब्द…

कुछ मीठी,
कुछ नमकीन सी यादें
निकल आतीं हैं जब
बिखरे पीले पन्नों से

मैं भूल जाती हूँ
इस उम्र की दोपहर को
और फिर से जी लेती हूँ
कुछ अनमोल पल.

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तलाश

Tue, 07 Feb 2012 09:17:00 GMT

रास्ता तो दिखता है....

कुछ नज़र नहीं आता
बहुत धुंद है, ठंड़ है, कोहरा है यहाँ
रास्ता तो दिखता है
मगर क्या यहीं मुझे चलना है?
आगे बढ़ना है? या ठहर जाना है?
क्या कोई पगडंडी कहीं जुड़ती है?
या कोई राह निकलती है कहीं?

बहुत धुंद है, ठंड़ है, कोहरा है यहाँ
कुछ भी नज़र नहीं आता
मेरी मंज़िल कहाँ है?
है भी या नहीं?
जो मैने देखी थी
क्या वो थी एक मरीचिका?
क्या मेरी लालसा अनंत है?

मेरा गंतव्य है कोई?
या इन धुंद भरी अकेली राहों पर
यूँ ही भटकना है मुझे
मगर…
कब तक?
कहाँ तक?
कुछ भी तो नज़र नहीं आता!

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ऐ नये साल

Sun, 01 Jan 2012 15:47:20 GMT

January 1, 2012: Reflections.

ऐ नये साल बता, तुझ में नयापन क्या है
हर तरफ ख़ल्क ने क्यों शोर मचा रखा है

रौशनी दिन की वही, तारों भरी रात वही
आज हमको नज़र आती है हर बात वही

आसमां बढ़ा है अफसोस, ना बढ़ी है जमीं
एक हिन्दसे का बढ़ना कोई जिद्दत तो नहीं

अगले बरसों की तरह होंगे करीने तेरे
किसे मालूम नहीं बारह महीने तेरे

जनवरी, फरवरी और मार्च में पड़ेगी सर्दी
और अप्रैल, मई, जून में होवेगी गर्मी

तेरे मान-दहार में कुछ खोएगा कुछ पाएगा
अपनी मय्यत बसर करके चला जाएगा

तू नया है तो दिखा सुबह नयी, शाम नई
वरना इन आंखों ने देखे हैं नए साल कई

बेसबब देते हैं क्यों लोग मुबारक बादें
गालिबन भूल गए वक्त की कडवी यादें

तेरी आमद से घटी उमर जहां में सभी की
फैज नयी लिखी है यह नज्म निराले ढब की

– फैज़ अहमद फैज़*

* The book Saare Sukhan Hamare (complete works of Faiz) that I have does not list this ghazal. However, at several independent places on the net I found this ghazal attributed to Faiz Ahmed Faiz. Comments/views on this invited.

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Faiz – Na gavaon navak-e-neemkash

Wed, 21 Dec 2011 04:08:59 GMT

This ghazal of Faiz Ahmed Faiz is beyond translation but I am attempting it nevertheless. The poem is a statement of politics and struggle of his times.

न गवाओं नावके-नीमकश, दिले रेज़ा रेज़ा गवाँ दिया
जो बचे हैं संग समेट लो, तने दाग़ दाग़ लुटा दिया

मेरे चारगर को नवेद हो सफे दुशमनों को खबर करो
जो वो कर्ज़ रखते थे जान पर वो हिसाब आज चका दिया

करो कज़ ज़बीं पे सरे कफन मेरे कातिलों को गुमां न हो
कि गुरूरे इश्क का बाँकपन पसे मर्ग हमने भुला दिया

उधर एक हर्फ की कुश्तनी यहाँ लाख उज्र था गुफ्तनी
जो कहा तो सुनके उड़ा दिया जो लिखा तो पढ़ के मिटा दिया

जो रुके तो कोहे गराँ थे हम जो चले तो जाँ से गुज़र गये
रहे यार हमने कदम कदम तुझे याद ग़ार बना दिया

-फैज़ अहमद फैज़

Do not waste your (half drawn) arrows, my broken heart is already lost
Save the left over stones, my body is already wounded and wasted

Give the good news to my healer, let the rows of my enemy know
He whose soul was indebted, has settled all his debt today

Keep the shroud on my head today, my murders should not have any misgivings
that I forgot the pride of being in love on my way to death (or after death)

They had just one word, and I had lakhs to explain as excuses (of my deeds)
When I told (you) did not pay attention, when I wrote, (you) read and erased them

When I stopped, I was a like a mountain, when I walked, I walked past life itself
Every step of the path I tread I have made a memorial of my beloved.

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मरीचिका

Fri, 16 Dec 2011 06:45:36 GMT

मरीचिका

हर तूफान के बाद

लहलहने लगती है सुहाने सपनों सी

बुलाने लगती है पास, और पास अपने

पाँव निर्थरक ही बढ़ उठते हैं उस ओर

पर वह परे हटती जाती है

और खो जाती है

रेत के एक और अंधड में

फिर कभी किसी तूफान के बाद

आस दिलाने के लिये

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Still I Rise

Tue, 22 Nov 2011 09:54:42 GMT

This is a poem by Maya Angelou that I *had* to record on my blog. Rarely does one gets to read expressions like these.

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.

I rise
I rise
I rise.

—Maya Angelou

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मिथ्या

Thu, 11 Aug 2011 14:40:10 GMT

घुंघरू के मध्यम बोलों ने
कुछ कहा फुसफुसाकर
गुनगुनाकर फिर होठों ने
हौले हौले माहौल बनाया
और तुम्हारी आँखों की गहराइयों में
मैने अपने आप को
डूबते, उतराते, मदमाते पाया

जाने कब हुयी सुबह
सूर्य किरण ने घटाओं से झांक कर देखा
घुंघरू के बोलों का तीव्रतर हो थम जाना
होठों पर छिडे तरानों का कंठ ही में घुल जाना
आँखों की विशाल गहराई का
पलकों के भीतर छुप जाना
और टूटना एक स्वपन का

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या मुझे अफसरे शाहा न बनाया होता – ज़फर

Sun, 24 Jul 2011 06:47:41 GMT

Bahadur Shah Zafar, the last Mughal king was also a poet. Though his literary standing was not as high as as his Ustad (Mohd. Ibhrahim Zauk) or his contemporaries Ghalib and Momin; his writings are much respected and appreciated. Zafar was a king (though in British raaj his kingdom did not extend beyond the red fort) and a freedom fighter.

This ghazal is one of his finest works specially when you read it in context to India’s freedom struggle and a helpless (and impotent when it came to doing anything for his country and men) king’s sentiments.

या मुझे अफसरे शाहा न बनाया होता
या मेरा ताज गदाया न बनाया होता

खाकसारी के लिए गरचे बनाया था मुझे
काश संगे-दरे-जाना न बनाया होता

नशा-ए-इश्क का गर ज़र्फ दिया था मुझको
उम्र का तंग न पैमाना बनाया होता

रोज़ मामूरा-ए-दुनिया में खराबी है ‘जफर’
ऐसी बस्ती से तो वीराना बनाया होता

अफसरे शाहा – शहंशाह
गदाया – भीख में मिला हुआ
खाकसारी – नम्रता, politeness
संगे-दरे-जाना – महबूब के दरवाज़े का पत्थर
ज़र्फ – योग्यता
तंग -छोटा, पैमाना – नाप actual meaning of paimana is wine goblet
मामूरा – शहर

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My love

Tue, 19 Jul 2011 13:03:09 GMT

Tarique writing to his then girlfriend

Your carefree
laughter
and the joy
that adorns your face
takes away
the darkest of
my fears

The smile
that begins
as a sparkle
in your eyes
reaches your tender lips
makes me feel warm
all over
and so loved

Thank you, my love
for loving me
the way you do
I can not even
begin to imagine
my life without you.

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जीवन समिधा

Thu, 14 Jul 2011 06:58:37 GMT

आज फिर तुम्हें देखकर खयाल आया
कि हमारे बीच ये कैसा नाता है
जिसे तोड़ना मुनासिब नहीं
इस लंबे सफर में
मेरे हमकदम -
हम ज़रूर कुछ देर रुक जातें है
किसी मकाम पर
मगर फिर निकल पड़ते हैं
अगले पड़ाव को …
इक दूसरे के सहारे बिना
हम क्या करेंगे
मेरे हमसफर, मेरे हमइनाँ
जब किसी दिन किसी एक की
जीवन समिधा चुक जायेगी ?

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Tadoba Andhari Tiger Reserve

Thu, 19 May 2011 13:56:19 GMT

Tigress approaching waterhole.

This was one vacation I was really looking forward to specially after the fiasco of plans to spend a weekend in Pench. 17 years of togetherness, friends and jungle – nothing beats the combination and we did have whale of a time. NH7 was a pleasure to drive and I averaged 60km and covered 180 km distance in 3 hours. That meant driving at 140km/hr for some distance but then the roads were clear and smooth and Innova lends itself wonderfully to highway driving.

We were at the park in peak summer and the heat was unbearable (mid day temperature was about 44° C) and there was very little water available -so most of the wild action was at concentrated around the water holes.

A tigress came to the water hole with four of her cubs to quench her thirst and cool herself down while down the same road another water saucer, made by the forest department saw a barking deer patiently waiting his turn to drink water while the bigger grazer, a Sambhar deer quenched his thirst.

In smaller puddles birds frolicked in territorial displays and fought with each other while the butterflies that were mud puddling became meals of the fly catchers. We saw one handsome orange headed thrush in an extremely bad mood shooing another one of his own species till a white-browed fan-tail fly catcher got better of him and claimed the place as his own territory.

Hierarchy : Barking deer waiting for his turn.

Not far away was another family of tigers, two adults, a male and a female with two cubs frolicking in mud and playing tag on the bund of a small water body.

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वही ताजमहल

Wed, 30 Mar 2011 12:11:02 GMT

मेरा भी ताजमहल

अाहट हुयी
हौले-हौले कदमों की
दिल की हर तह में उतरती चली गयी
एक नशा सा छा गया
वास्तविकता से स्वपन की दूरी
कम हो चली
लगा, हर पल चाँदनी से सुसज्जित है
चमकते, दमकते ये पल
मेरी स्वपननगरी ने अाज फिर
एक नये ताजमहल का निर्माण किया
श्वेत, शुद्ध, पाकीज़ा
मेरा अपना महल -ताजमहल

कदमों की अाहट न जाने कैसे
इतने पास अा गयी अचानक
स्वर तीव्र हो गये,
अाहट, अाहट न रही
एक धमाका बन गयी
ख्वाब मेरे टूट गये
वास्तविकता के ताने बाने
रेशमी ज़ंजीर बन गये
छा गयी फिर काले बादलों की िसयाही
मेरे स्वपन निर्मित ताजमहल पर
दरक गया ताजमहल,
टूट गया मेरा ताजमहल

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Kalidas Festival 2011

Thu, 17 Mar 2011 12:56:32 GMT

Tarique Parasailing

After many years Tarique and I attended Kalidas Festival this year and not just for our love of music. For the first time, Arayan Wachan (literally translates to watching the jungles) and Parasailing were organized as a part of the festival at Ramtek on 28th February (about 40kms from Nagpur) by Amol Khante of CAC Allrounder. Tarique and I couldn’t have been happier. Three things we love, music, adventure and jungles and an opportunity to explore them together all gave us the push we needed to drop all work on two weekends and become adrenalin junkies.

Bird Watching and Jungle watching was enjoyable in itself but what came as a huge bonus was discovering a Grey headed fish eagle at Mogarkasa. Perhaps a juvenile in search of a new territory (the GHFE was seen again at the same spot 2 weeks later).

Grey Headed Fishing Eagle

As if the high of spotting birds was not enough, we decided to push ourselves further and decided to parasail. And what fun it was. After almost 20 years both of us got a chance to go up in the sky and the thrill was unbeatable. Promising ourselves more of it, we returned home.

The week was hectic and we worked long and hard hours and missed all the musical evenings of Kalidas Festival till it was Sunday again. On Sunday, 7th March, thanks to Sameer Naphde of Nirzar we got the chance to attend what was the pinnacle of Kalidas festival – An evening with Padmashree Smt. Shubha Mudgal. She presented Koshish- a musical crossover, her new venture of mixing Jazz with Indian Classical music which was a treat to watch and listen to. Shubhaji sang all her popular numbers but for me the biggest attractions were the two unreleased songs she sang (one written by Alok Shrivastav, titled “O-re bawari” and the other by Gulzar Saheb titled “Shabnam”)

Her effortless singing and mesmerizing voice sent shivers down my spine. I and Tarique held hands as she sang this romantic nazm by Gulzar. Set on Jazz; she took poetry to a level so high that only music could reach it. She made poetry look more beautiful than itself, her singing brought poetry to life, and her music and Gulzar saheb’s poetry became soul mates.

Shubha ji's photo by Nitin Joshi

कल की रात गिरी थी शबनम
हौले हौले कलियों के बंद होठों पर
बरसी थी शबनम
फूलों के रुखसारों से रुखसार मिला कर
नीली रात की चुनरी के साये में, शबनम
परियों के अफसानों के पर खोल रही थी
दिल की मध्यम मध्यम हलचल में जैसे
दो रूहें तैर रहीं थीं
जैसे अपने नाज़ुक पंखों पर
आकाश को तोड़ रही हों
कल की रात बड़ी उजली थी
कल की रात उजले थे सपने
कल की रात तेरे संग गुज़री

My prized possession

I was lucky to meet Subhaji before the concert and so awestruck was I that I could not even tell her that I have been her fan for a long long time and have all her albums (all but one -”Ali more angana” It’s under litigation I learnt) But she was gracious and kind enough to sign two album covers for me.

Subhaji’s awesome Koshish team included Dr. Aneesh Pradhan, Mr. Sudheer Nayak, Mr. Pratap Rath, and the Jazz musicians Mr. Joaquim Dias, Mr.Benoni Soans, Mr. Berry D’Silva and our own Nitin Joshi. It was lovely to meet Nitin after a long time.

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43 years back.

Wed, 02 Mar 2011 11:51:26 GMT

43 years back, today.

It’s been 43 years, am closer to 45 than I am to 40. I have even started ticking things off my bucket list, but I don’t feel 43 kyonki….. abhee to main jawan hoon….

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तुम अपनी करनी कर गुज़रो

Mon, 21 Feb 2011 16:28:11 GMT

Very few poets move me as much as Faiz Ahmed Faiz does. His poetry pierces my heart, bleeds it and then heals it and inspires it. What can I say more.. I keep searching for words to describe my emotions, my feelings and then all I have to do is open a book and read Faiz Ahmed Faiz.

अब क्यूँ उस दिन का जिक्र करो
जब दिल टुकड़े हो जायेगा
और सारे ग़म मिट जायेंगे
जो कुछ पाया खो जायेगा
जो मिल न सका वो पायेंगे
ये दिन तो वही पहला दिन है
जो पहला दिन था चाहत का
हम जिसकी तमन्ना करते रहे
और जिससे हरदम डरते रहे
ये दिन तो कितनी बार आया
सौ बार बसे और उजड़ गये
सौ बार लुटे और भर पाया

अब क्यूँ उस दिन का जिक्र करो
जब दिल टुकडे हो जायेगा
और सारे ग़म मिट जायेंगे
तुम ख़ौफ़ो-ख़तर से दरगुज़रो
जो होना है सो होना है
गर हंसना है तो हंसना है
गर रोना है तो रोना है
तुम अपनी करनी कर गुज़रो
जो होगा देखा जायेगा

–फ़ैज़ अहमद फ़ैज़

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मेरा नया बचपन

Mon, 10 Jan 2011 16:17:07 GMT

This one is for Maneesh, my oldest friend who is right now 5000 Kms. away from his family and daughters, and is missing them.

Posting this on my blog instead of sending it to him on email (as he had asked me to) because I love this poem as much as he does, and because we shared a part of our childhood from nursery to class III. I would eat the hot dal and rice from his tiffin which his mom would bring every afternoon and then fight with him during the rest of the break because he would pay more attention to our other classmate, Aparna.

बार-बार आती है मुझको मधुर याद बचपन तेरी।
गया ले गया तू जीवन की सबसे मस्त खुशी मेरी॥

चिंता-रहित खेलना-खाना वह फिरना निर्भय स्वच्छंद।
कैसे भूला जा सकता है बचपन का अतुलित आनंद?

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Gorukana

Thu, 30 Dec 2010 14:09:17 GMT

View from the cottage

We are resolved into the supreme air,
we are made one with what we touch and see,
with our heart’s blood each crimson sun is fair;
with our young lives each spring impassioned tree
flames into green, the wildest beasts that range
the moor our kinsmen are, all life is one, and all is change.

– Oscar Wilde

I could not have put into words more appropriately than this what I felt when we reached Gorukana on the winter morning after saying goodbye to FOSS.IN/2010. **Gorukana (pronounced goru-kana; meaning a web) is a community based tourism initiative which involves running a wildlife resort unlike any other. Nestled in the beautiful web of trees in the forest of BR Hills, south of Bangalore, karnataka; this picturesque forest refuge was conceived by Kalyan Varma and is very lovingly tended to by Shilpa Sequeira. Gorukana is run and managed by the local tribesmen, Soligas and the money raised through this initiative goes back to their own community.

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And in the end..

Mon, 13 Dec 2010 18:09:41 GMT

ITCom 2000 -the gang!

We depart for Bangalore tomorrow to attend FOSS.IN and as I was finishing to pack a wave of sadness overcame me. This is the last time I will be packing to go for FOSS.IN, an event which, since past 10 years has been a part of our annual trip to Bangalore – a pilgrimage of sorts.

It all began in the year 2000, I along with Tarique and my three year old (who was just as excited as we were) became a part of what later came to be known as FOSS.IN. A conference which has been more than a conference not just to us but for several others I know. It is here that I made some very good friends, laughed and danced, agreed and argued and learned more about FOSS.

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Fairytail

Thu, 09 Dec 2010 13:42:40 GMT

Beautiful, white, pristine.

How lovely, thought Alladin when she cast a longing glance at him. Could she be mine?

And then he noticed the tail, but it was too late, she was already turning black.

Alladin captured by Tarique

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Lovers

Wed, 08 Dec 2010 13:48:00 GMT

All night he made love to her soft petals and as the dawn broke, she opened herself and turned towards the radiant Sun.

The Sun, he ignored the ardent adoring gaze of Sunflower and completely consumed the Dew in his warm embrace.

Thanks, Tarique, for the creative push and the picture.

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दूजी पाती

Thu, 25 Nov 2010 13:38:03 GMT

December 1990.

During the ISABS workshop on the first day, participants were asked to introduce themselves. This was my introduction. It still is.

पंथी एकाकी सूने जीवन की

मैं यूँ पथ पर चलते चलते

ढूडूँ खुद को हर ओर छोर

हर नहर ड़गर आँगन अंबर

पतझड के एक झंकोरे में

पाती मेरी उड़ उड़ जाती

फिर गिर पड़ कर मैं

उठ जाती औ फिर हौले से

आँचल के छोटे कोने से

कोर नयन की सहलाती

फिर ठहर सहर के कोने पर

लिखती दूजी पाती स्वाति

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अक्सर

Tue, 23 Nov 2010 15:41:50 GMT

From the diary of 1986

सर्दियों के घने कुहाँसे में अक्सर

धुंदला सा एक चेहरा उभरता है

उस चेहरे को एक बार फिर

करीब से देखने को जी करता है

और इसी कोशिश में अक्सर

खिड़कियों के काँच जख्म दे जातें हैं

रूह सहम सी जाती है

और वह धुंदलाता चेहरा

परछाईं बन अंधकार में

फिर गुम हो जाता है

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साये

Mon, 22 Nov 2010 13:12:45 GMT

From the pages of my very old diary. I wrote this one 23 years back, in 1988.

उजड़े मकानों के साये में,

उसी राह के मोड़ पर

वह अचानक टकराना

नज़रें मिलाना

परिचय की कौंध का पल को उभरना

और लुप्त हो जाना

अनपहचाने चेहरों का लिबास ओढ़े

आहिस्ता से गुज़र जाना

फिर किसी विध्वंसक ज्वालामुखी का फ़ूटना

मन के किसी कोने में, उस गर्म उबलते लावे में

अतीत का पिधलना, उबलना और पथरा जाना

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Turri : A Milk and dry fruit drink.

Wed, 18 Aug 2010 08:46:33 GMT

After I got married, during the month of Ramadan, we made this extremely delicious milk dish to be had at Sehri (before beginning the fast), made from milk and dry fruits. Here’s how it is made. I do not know if this drink is known by any other name in other parts of world, it is called “Turri” in India.

You will need

Dryfruits:

Cashewnuts 4-5
Almonds 4
Walnut -1 broken into small peices
Dry dates (छुहारा) – 6-7
Poppy seeds (खसखस) 1/2 tsp
Pistachios 4-5
Dried figs (अंजीर) 2-3
Musk melon seeds -1/2 tsp

Milk 1/2 liter
Ghee 2tbsp
Sugar -to taste
Cardmom 2
Cinnamon 1/2 inch stick

Soak all the dryfruits in water for 5-6 hours.

Remove dryfruits from water and make a fine paste by adding some milk. (the paste has to be extremely fine).

Heat ghee in a pan, add whole cardamoms and cinnamon stick, and fry it for a few seconds.

Add the dry fruit paste to the pan, followed by milk and let it boil and simmer for 10 mins or till the dryfruits paste cooks.

Add sugar, some cardamom powder and consume hot.

Tips:

You can add/remove dry fruits as per your liking, but remember not to use Rasins (किशमिश) in this preperation

This extremely nutritious drink can be stored in refrigerator for 2 days. Heat in microwave before serving it though.

References:

http://www.anothersubcontinent.com/forums/lofiversion/index.php?t7893.html

http://72.249.57.55/wps/wcm/connect/dawn-content-library/dawn/in-paper-magazine/magazine/simply-breakfast

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