In the first One Day International match between India and Australia. India won by 6 wickets.
Australia batted first and scored 236/7 runs.
India scored 240/4 runs.
Congrats to team India.
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Tag: Cricket
The Cube Of Sugar.
The cube of sugar tastes so sweet.
It’s in its blood to be sweet.
We put three cubes of it in our teas,
Which makes it delicious to drink,
Often we do so when our mornings begin and before our evenings end.
It’s beneficial to have a whole bowl full of it at your nest,
As you know what is very best for your taste,
For whenever your tea or milk tastes bland,
You can put a few cubes of it in the tea and be happy,
Your day will be made when you have the fun of watching a sugar cube dissolve in a cup of tea.
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Clotted Cream aka “Malai” @ Rs.25
I remember three years ago, I was hungry. It was three in midnight.Mummy was nudging me. I woke up and saw that in her hand was a plate in which Ma had brought for me bread layered with clotted cream and sugar. Clotted cream is known as “Malai” in Bengali and Hindi.It is top layer of cream which forms when milk is boiled.
At that time my father was in Nigeria.
Then something bad started happening. Everyday somebody would steal milk packets from our house front before we could open the door. The milkman would place the milk packets in a bag hung with a hook to our door and despite our constant reminders he would not ring the bell when he placed those milk packets in the bag. So somebody very cunningly, conveniently would steal our packets of milk and few days later we had to stop buying milk from the milk seller, as he wouldn’t owe up to the fact that his boys were faltering in their duties. We started buying tetra packs of milks.
But the milk in the tetra packs doesn’t give malai.
We definitely miss that milk and malai.
Now while we were walking upon an uncommon street (it is not very well known). My mother saw someone having tea in a small glass. That person was standing near the front steps of an store. The store wasn’t attractive but unique.
We went to that shop and ordered for two teas. We asked them-“What else do you sell?”
The shopowner replied- “Milk and malai.”
We were very surprised. We had never seen a shop where someone sold malai.
One kadai is always on the stove and the milk is continuously boiling.
The shop sells malai @ Rs.25/50 gm and Rs. 50/100 gm. People come all the way to drink milk and tea over there.
We were so surprised that we ordered for the malai. We were very happy that we can have malai again and maybe with God’s grace all our troubles would vanish once and for all.
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Headache.
I had headache and it was tremendous. I told Ma-“Lets go outside and have some coffee.” We got dressed and went outside to have some coffee.
While entering the mall, the gush of cool wind from the air conditioner gave me a lot of relief. Fizzy air passed by.
As we entered the coffee shop, two ladies crossed us and a cool smell was floating in the air. It was a smell of a good/pleasant perfume. I felt relief and was cheered up.
Ma was continuously asking me –“Are you now feeling well?”
I replied-“I am feeling good Ma. Much better.”
We bought two coffees. But a bit of heavy headache kept on coming back.
Still, I was not feeling much well, so Ma bought me fried nuts. By having those nuts and by munching the fried nuts I got well.
We bought a few things.
At last we came to the perfume shop, Ma asked the salesman to show me and her the samples of the perfume.
The salesman sprayed the first perfume on the smelling stick and gave it to us.
I smelled it. Ma asked me-“Is this that one?” I said –“No.”
The salesman showed us few more samples, all were smelling the same. They all smelled horrible. Enough for the salesman to bring out the can of coffee beans. He asked me to smell the coffee to give relief to my nostrils which were inflamed with strong and horrific smells of various branded perfumes. He even apologised to us saying-“Sorry, but we have to keep with the latest demands of the markets.”
A question aroused in my mind.”Are people nuts?” Buying perfumes which don’t give smell which is worthy being labelled a perfume?
Now please tell me, which perfume should I choose?
While coming out of the mall, the gush of air from the air conditioner gave me a lot of cool and good relief.
Phew! And Hew!
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Pondering Over a Thought.
Thoughts are a factory in their own. They manufacture, they produce and they ship and deliver the goods on their own whim and fantasies. They can skip and dance and twirl around our mind with flexibility of a rubber string and twist and turn like loop s in our DNA. Pondering over thoughts is a very lull business which brings only slumber. Those who don’t have any work and can’t mind their own business, are the ones who prosper in it. So much is there to learn, write, read and understand, but the mysteries of the mind are so deep, that they are more interesting than any other scientific discovery and invention.
Mind is like a blank machine. If you pour thoughts of anything like money, love, health, prosperity, doomedness in your mind, then you are sure to be worth of a dime to a nickel with the time spent behind your marvellous and wonderful thoughts. Many people don’t need to earn money, as their life is set with thoughts and in their factory of thoughts, they can manufacture such glorious thought products and ride the horses which run such a machine. It is the process of selection and connection. Money is an easy and automatic flow to them. It is based on the action of choosing, which is processed based on the needs,deeds and the lust of the mankind.
Thoughts worth pondering, are discarded into the metallic dustbin, while those which are to be discarded are kept in the lockers with high voltage safety. The level of precaution and safety with which a mother takes care of her small baby, is the level in which a thought ponderer stores his or her thought. Like a dessert chef, they keep on turning and churning, the whole glunk of thoughts. Sometimes fumes come out of it, sometimes, good dishes, sometimes plain nonsense. Be it day or night, they keep on doing their business minding no one and nobody. Truthfully, it is a damn good business, worthy of each and every penny. The only downside is it doesn’t pay any real dough. Only brings downfall and leads to unevenness mentally and physically.
Pondering over most of the thoughts is a very risky business. Be it good or bad, being in the self is what matters the most.
Phew! What a Thought!
N.B.- Today is Meher Baba’s birthday. His name is Merwan Sheriar Irani. He was born on 25th February 1894. He is the Lord of the Universe.
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Before You Travel. 