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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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The Pen From My Dad Which Fell In The Grass.

In my school, on one side the grass was green and the ground other side had no grass. We used to play games like Kabbadi and Kho-Kho (Indian games) and court marks were drawn over it with a white chalk.

Our school had a big ground and the classrooms encompassed the ground on all sides.

On the other side where the grass grew at a minimum level and was greener, the assembly used to take place over there and according to class and section we would stand in the assembly line.

There was verandah outside the classrooms and tall blade grass grew near the inner side of the outer verandah wall.

Sparrows, pigeons and other birds used to come and perch on the grass blades and while having tiffin on the verandah, bits of our tiffins such as breads, biscuits would fall in the grass and the sparrows would eat those bits.

They would locate those food particles inside the grass blades and find them out.

I would observe them with great interest, as they seemed more important to me than food. The little amount of food they would pick in their beaks and furr they would fly off, was most interesting to watch.

Grass would always interest me.  The tall blades of grass have a tapering top, but the sides are sharp.

Just notice how unique and beautiful nature is. In a small thing like grass, you can see the nature’s truth. A blade of grass being without any stem or strong support, is so strong that it requires quite a heavy energy to pull it up from the soil. The heave of the pull often pulls a man towards the grass. It is magnificent example of Newton’s laws of energy. Every action has an equal and opposite reaction.

All of us have seen cows munching grass for longer periods of time, but we do not know how the cows do it as they do not have top teeth. Anyhow nature’s wonder is unparalleled/

However, the story continues. Once after my art class got over, my art sir showed me a paint brush and asked me whether it was mine. I couldn’t recognize it, so I said-“no, it is not mine” and before the next art class I found out that it was missing from my pencil box.

But at that same time, I lost my fountain pen. I couldn’t find it, I searched for it everywhere.

 I was very sad that I had lost my fountain pen. I had got many good marks with it.

Days passed and I kept missing my pen more and more. I couldn’t recover my painting brush as sir might had thrown it away. When I asked him about it, he looked at me with a frown.

Well, one day, beside that place where the tall grass grew, a debate competition was held between nine grade students with all their sections taking part in it.

For the last conclusion and for the judgement the teachers called me. After my judgement, the teachers would give their judgement.

The subject was about the famous novelist and great poet Rabindranath Tagore who did not want to go to school for his education. He didn’t like school, so he was home tutored by many teachers and this was arranged by his father. He honed his talent by learning at home  and later on went to become a renowned poet and became famous with noble prize.He was the pioneer of Bengali literature.

The whole debate was about the topic whether school education was necessary or not for a person to shine in this world.

When the debate was going on, participants were giving their debate speech on the verandah platform, four sparrows had a flight over our heads (including the participants and the teacher’s) and they landed on the grass. Our attention went to them for few seconds and we continued with the debate.

But when they had landed I had seen something shining in the grass. After the competition was over, I went over to that place and looked at that shining thing, thinking that what it could be? Can you believe my surprise and happiness when I saw, it was my green fountain pen which I had lost! It was my father’s gift for me when I was in bed with typhoid.

Green was lost in green. I had nearly danced like a man who had got water after years for searching for it.

To my great delight, the conclusive part of the debate given by me was appreciated by the teachers but our section didn’t win. The girl from C- section won the prize. The happiness of getting back the green pen was enormous, the fact that I will be writing with it again and with God’s grace scoring a lot of marks of in all the subjects. It was like acting     in a movie where they show that at the end a beautiful miracle takes place.

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Italy was formed on…………..

Italy the beautiful country,

Is a country of rich heritage,

Of Gondolas,

Of fashion,

Was formed on 17 March 1861, but then it was a Kingdom.

On 2 June 1946 it became a republic.

N.B.- Today is Lord Meher Baba’s birthday. He is the Lord Of the Universe. His name was Merwasn Sheriar Irani.
He was born on 25 February 1894.

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Find It Out- When was Italy formed?

The world famous country Italy is known for many things especially love and its Mediterranean food.

It’s a beautiful country too.

Has a vast and rich culture and heritage.

But do you know that when was Italy formed?

Find it out.

In my next post I would give the answer.

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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!

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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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