The Love Chronicle

1. It was her birthday. He finally gained the courage to talk to her and went outside her house to wish her.

After hesitating for a while, he finally rung the bell,
Someone answered- “Who are you boy, why you sweat, are you well?”
Off he cleaned the drops, the witness of worry from his face-
“I am your girl’s classmate, need to talk”– said he with grace.

2. He was told that she ain’t home. Gone out with some friends to the Donald’s.

With a withering rose that he had kept for years,
Off he went to her to do the thing he most feared.
There she was wearing the maroon sweater, smiling like a little mermaid,
Blowing warm air on her hands covered with gloves her mother had made.

3. He went close. She looked at him and gave a weird smile. He pulled out the Rose, folded in a velvet cloth.

“I’ve been meaning to give something which belongs to you”
“Whose each petal grew when you smiled and when you were sad it lost its hue.”
“But it stayed all along, to express the words he was meant to-
“That this guy who keeps me, is in love with you.”

4. She was silent in surprise, he could hear her heart pounding like a hammer on an anvil. She couldn’t close her eyes; how could she let this moment pass away. She feared it’ll all go away if she closed them.

“I can’t keep sitting on my knees milady”
“It feels quite cold down here”– said he.
She giggled and a tear came out of her eye.
Grabbed him from his arms and gave a peaceful sigh.

5. That hug was something he couldn’t forget. The moment he waited all his life was here. He tried to keep his eyes dry, but the wall of his manhood shattered into pieces with a drop in his eyes.

She looked at him as she had never looked at a man before,
And with her dusky red lips, she kissed where the drop poured.
And there it was on her lips like a drop of dew,
Just like that, she took his heart away he knew.

6. He gave her the withered rose which she hesitated to keep. She told him that he shouldn’t fall for her, for she was someone else’s to keep. “He never let me go off his arms and I am attached to him, I can’t leave. I’ll live with him maybe forever and will die with him too. So, my dear lover, you should give it to someone else who deserves you.”

Just likes that in a jiffy, his world turned into a dungeon of doom,
His heart stopped and he felt his end was near and soon.
His mouth choked, he couldn’t speak a word to her anymore,
He tried to keep his tears inside as they were before.

7. With a heavy heart, he left her there with her mates. For days he won’t speak to anyone, he was in despair. One moment he smiled remembering the kiss and in another he cried as insane. He had to live forever like this alone. She was the one he lived for and will die in her memory if he had to.

To keep his mind off her, he volunteered to join the troops in front,
Keeping his sadness inside and showering bullets was how his rage burnt.
One bright fine day, his eye caught a glimpse of a rose in the woods,
The haunting past came back; cover breached, hit by a bullet in his hoods.

8. That’s how a beautiful soul lost his soul. First at the hands of the one he loved and another for the one he lived. Before he died, he gave a piece a paper to his mate in the bunker and asked it to give to the one who look like no one else in his town.

The loyal friend brought the body home covered with the flag all over,
The site which made everyone cry over the great son and the lover.
He asked- “Was there anyone to whom he gave his heart?
Loved more than anyone else, seeing whom he couldn’t tell love and life apart?”

9. From back exclaimed a guy with a sigh- “She dropped few petals and he used to pick them up, but no one thought that he would ever make a wreath of those only to put it upon his grave. She is still here, she still remember him and she always will. And here she is…”

She came for the funeral, asked with a tear in her eye-

”What were the last words when my beloved friend said goodbye?”

And there in a letter addressed to her quoted he-

“I made this wreath for you, pardon to let it keep with me.”

10. She fell down on her knees and cried over the cold cadaver.

Everyone said- “Why didn’t she accept him, what was wrong with the guy?
He lived in your memory and with that, he finally died.”
She said- “I did love him and in his memory I have passed my near to end days.
But never thought he would perish before me and that too in this way.”

She had a disease which never let her go. And she never lied when she said that she was gonna live with it and die as well. But Alas, she never hoped that her denial will lead to his demise!

What would happen if Moses, Jesus Christ, Prophet Muhammad, Gautama Buddha, Confucius, Lord Rama meet at one place?

Disclaimer– Don’t get offended, it’s just for little fun. If you are a kind of person who is way too religiously sentimental then please don’t read further.

 

Moses(looking at the television)- Did he win this time?

Jesus– Oh for my sake not yet. Don’t jinx it Mosy! They haven’t reached to that category yet.

Moses- Okay bro… calm down, don’t swear on yourself for Moses’s sake. Hey Muhammad, what do you think? Will he win this time?

Muhammad- Inshallah jarur… he deserves to win. Although I believe the last one by him wasn’t that bad you know…he should’ve won that time. I really loved that movie.

Gautam Buddha- Come on Muhammad, we all know what you loved in that movie you son of a god. For three days you just sat and meditated to overcome that.

Confucius- Well well well, look, they are announcing the winner.

And the award for the best actor goes to- The Bear from the movie The Revenant

Lord Ram- Oh what the Narak. Where’s Brahma? Where on Prithvi is he? What kind of world has he created? Can’t he make one of these humans to give and Oscar to that poor fella?

(Enters Thor)

Thor- Seriously? I mean seriously? That’s how you support your friend guys? After all that lightning and firework, you rooting for him and not me?

The game behind my name!

Originally answered in Quora by Amit Amola for the question- How did your parents decide on your name?

My parents named my brother Sumit, which eventually became Summit and that’s a cool name…right?Now when I was born, just as Indian parents usually do…they named me Amit which rhymes with Sumit. Simple right? But here’s a twist.

When my brother was in 4th or something, my father thought that Sumit is quite simple and common. By that time he got to know through some newspaper that Rahul Dravid’s son’s name is Summit. He was quite intrigued by that name, so that’s how my brother got his name.

Now it was my turn. And that’s how my father describes it-

Trying hard for days by searching in Dictionary, he came across the word **OMIT. **He thought that it’s a nice and new word and is in fact similar to Amit. Not being much literate in English and maybe didn’t understanding the meaning, he changed my name into Omit. Yes…for 9 freaking years my name was Omit.

Then around board exams of High School when I was being registered in the Official Documents, then my brother pointed out that the word Omit has some weird meaning. Before this time when someone use to ask, I happily used to tell the definition written in the dictionary, since I didn’t know English that well myself and the second reason I believe was that my dictionary had a picture of Octopus beside the word Omit which was my name, so I used to find my name cool. See I can even show that page too… I still have that dictionary-

So anyway, in High School I got my present name again.

So that’s the story behind my name. Pretty weird right! And here’s me and my big bro(that’s a Holi pic)-

The one we call as extras- Linseed and Coriander Chutney

I am gonna tell here how to make chutney of linseed and coriander leaves. And it tastes amazing. You can use it in many dishes and with simple chapati as well. It’s even famously eaten with chapati of Kodda(again, it’s something that we call in Garhwali… idk it’s other name… well maybe you might see it in my Dinning With The Poet section.) So let’s see how to make our Chutney.

Step 1:
Make a paste like stuff of garlic. You can omit this step if you don’t like to use it.

Step 2:
In a pan heat up some linseed and heat them up till they turn little brownish is color.

Step 3:
Now put the seeds in a Mixie(well that’s what we all call a Mixer Grinder in short actually) with very small amount of water and make a paste like stuff. After that add some coriander leaves into it and mix them again. Keep adding little water in between so that it mixes easily and form like a paste in the end.

Step 4:
Can you see this little yellow fella? Yeah now we need to add Mr Lemon in our paste. It gives the sour taste that our chutney needs to have. We cut the lemon and use just the quarter of it. Well you can use more or less depending on your need.

Step 5:
Now add little bit red chilly powder and salt as per your taste. Just remember that though you may not like that much spice in a dish, even I don’t but well a chutney without such flavors is kinda useless.

And now mix it well and wallaah… your Chutney is ready. You can taste it and see what’s the ingredient that’s bit less or more and add it as per requirement.