demoninlove

Yaadon ki Baraat Full Video Song

2011-11-30T05:51:00.000-08:00

I remember when I saw this wonderful song a long long time ago,
and though the years have passed - its meanings are as clear and
nostalgia provoking as ever - the song is about the procession
of old memories as they pass through our minds and awaken that
deep nostalgia which never ever leaves us ..

"Candid Camera"

2011-11-18T10:08:00.000-08:00

Elvis Presley - Besame mucho

2011-10-31T05:35:00.000-07:00

This was Mashima's favourite song ... always loved it ...

AND THE REST, GENTLY TO SLEEP LAY-A Poem by me

2011-09-08T20:03:00.000-07:00

AND THE REST, GENTLY TO SLEEP LAY-A Poem by me

My Favorite Things - Julie Andrews

2011-09-02T21:44:00.000-07:00

This is one of the most wonderful songs of the immortal Musical :-
The Sound of Music - and it is a lesson to all of us - always remember
your favourite things and you will never feel sad .....!

6 Degrees Warming - Global Dimming

2011-08-20T12:07:00.000-07:00

6 Degrees Warming - Global Dimming

neil diamond-if you go away

2011-06-18T22:34:00.000-07:00

This is one of my all time favourite songs - and I think that

this version sung by Neil Diamond is the very best of the best.

I am posting this to let my dear wife, Abha, and all my friends

here and those from across the world, that without them life

will have lost its splendour for ever .......

EL PASO

2011-06-04T01:50:00.000-07:00

I heard this song just once when I was a young lad - decades ago

And then I looked for it all these years - could never find it because

I never remembered the singer or the Title of the song. And then

my great singer YouTube friend sang it on his YouTube page!!

It filled me with great wonder that today strangers from across

the world can be friends and touch others hearts - thanks to the

Internet. Hear it on full volume and dance to the song!!

David Icke - It`s Like a Canvas of Consciousness . . .

2011-05-19T11:10:00.000-07:00

And truely life is a canvass of many hues .. this beautiful clip was posted

and shared by my friend Rose who is an extraordinary artist and delves

into the inner psyche within us all ....

Abha's Family Album

2011-05-15T11:26:00.000-07:00

Abha's Family Album

Baar Baar Dekho - Shammi Kapoor & Shakila & Keshto Mukherjee - China Town

2011-05-15T00:26:00.000-07:00

And this little clip of the great song - is still so enchanting - devoid

of all the embellishments of the modern world of high technology

where the real artistic skills of the actor are lost or overshadowed

by highlights or special effects - this song shows every thing as it

actually was ... and I love the song ...

Mary Hopkin - Those Were The Days

2011-05-11T10:25:00.000-07:00

And those days ended - yet we keep the amazing voice and
beautiful lyrics always alive in our hearts and our souls and
so we never let those days ever end while we are alive .. yes
Those were the days my friend and we shall never let them end!
Deepak

Petula Clark ' This Is My Song' in Stereo

2011-05-11T10:20:00.000-07:00

This is the original and best version of the immortal song
"This is my song - a Serenade to you" by Petula Clark which
went to the top of the charts in the late glorious dancing '60s
and it is this version of the song which I like the most .. and of
course this is a Serenade to you from me too ...
Deepak

The Seekers The Carnival Is Over ( With Lyrics)

2011-05-10T11:40:00.000-07:00

Hold Me For A While - Rednex -

2011-05-10T11:27:00.000-07:00

TEHRVI OF RAMESHWARI SHARMA AT VILLAGE ROOP VAAS IN INDIA

2011-04-24T04:44:00.000-07:00

TEHRVI OF RAMESHWARI SHARMA AT VILLAGE ROOP VAAS IN INDIA

Why Indian CEO'S ARE SO MUCH IN DEMAND ..

2011-04-17T01:50:00.001-07:00

http://prashant-therealtruth.blogspot.com/2011/04/another-indian-takes-over-as-ceo-of.html?showComment=1303030147977#c19223607273227117

THE SMILE THAT YOU KEPT FOR ME - a poem by me

2011-04-17T00:07:00.000-07:00

THE SMILE THAT YOU KEPT FOR ME - a poem by me

How to Dance the Waltz : Basic Waltz Step With a Partner

2011-04-02T09:10:00.000-07:00

Pixar: Up - Kevin: An Undiscovered Species featurette (HQ)

2011-03-10T20:39:00.000-08:00

C.I.D. 'Yeh Hai Bombay Meri Jaan'

2011-02-05T22:27:00.000-08:00

Another great song from the old old Movie C.I D. sung by the

Great Comedian Johnny Walker - wonderful song about there

being every thing in Bombay except the "Heart" ....

Jaane kahan mera jigar gaya ji

2011-02-05T22:19:00.000-08:00

This movie was one of the hits of the good old days and it was sung

in the movies Mr $ Mrs 55 when Black and White movies could

really provide all the beauties of shooting great films - the actor is

The great Comedian Johnny Walker and the song says that "Goodness

Knows where my heart has gone, it was here just some time ago" and the

actress sings the repartee "It had been lost in someones charms, and

some one's big big eyes" - Notice her big eyes and the expressions she

makes with them!!!! Unforgettable Music and Tunes ... La la la la...

Deepak

And my poem 'The Tamarind Tree' Came Alive ...

2011-02-02T10:49:00.000-08:00

I received a mail and was asked permission to post my poem on the Blog of a New School - and so it came to be at http://sanctamariaschool.blogspot.com/2011/02/our-tamarind-tree.html?showComment=1296672493842#c5436772732737340317
And this is really thrilling and you can read it there in its rightful place
Deepak

Aaj Jane ki zeed na karo

2011-02-02T08:45:00.000-08:00

'Hindustan' (India) - Patriotic Song (early preview). Music: Abhaey Sing...

2011-01-23T14:55:00.000-08:00

[Lyrics] Shirley Bassey - Love Story (Where Do I Begin?)

2011-01-14T17:10:00.000-08:00

Yes, I Am Imperfect Blog! - KarenEng

2011-01-10T08:27:00.000-08:00

Alabama Song (Whiskey Bar) - The Doors (KarenEng Cover!) Singing Live!

2010-12-30T18:37:00.000-08:00

Boots Are Made For Walking - Nancy Sinatra (KarenEng Cover!) Singing Liv...

2010-12-27T09:57:00.000-08:00

thoda hai thode ki jarurat hai

2010-12-05T04:36:00.000-08:00

Dusty in Memphis - The Windmills of Your Mind(audio only)

2010-12-01T22:33:00.000-08:00

Carly Simon "Scarborough Fair"

2010-11-02T02:41:00.000-07:00

Danny Boy Ireland

2010-10-15T08:53:00.000-07:00

Bertie Higgins - Casablanca

2010-07-17T12:24:00.000-07:00

And I am on the way back to my blogging

2010-07-16T20:06:00.000-07:00

माय kingdom - पेंटिंग बी दीपक मनों

2008-05-19T12:48:00.000-07:00

माय पेंटिंग ऑफ़ थे एअगल ओंन थे मौन्तैं सुर्वेयिंग इट्स kingdom

End of an Era - An Eulogy dedicated to Mrs Promilla Ghose my Great Aunt - Entry for January 08, 2008

2008-01-08T06:24:00.000-08:00

End of an Era - An Eulogy dedicated to Mrs Promilla Ghose my Great aunt

Jan 8, '08 6:15 AM
for everyone

THE PHOTOGRAPH IS OF PROMILLA GHOSE WITH HER MOST WONDERFUL HUSBAND ARTHUR GHOSE BEFORE HE LEFT HER TO AWAIT HER COMING IN ANOTHER WORLD

On 3rd Dec 1916 was born my mothers elder sister - one of the great and exceedingly talented people of her time. She was an MA BT in the nascent field of Geography at a time when one could count such qualified people on the fingers of one hand. She had a passion for literature and learning beyond her years and times. She would write beautiful verses in Shakespearean English one moment and recite entire passages from Milton or Tennyson the next. She had a beautiful handwriting and it was amazing to see her write English text perhaps like a calligrapher. Turn to the next page of her diary and one would see beautifully lettered URDU text in which she may have written the accounts of the daily expenses. Ask and she would recite a beautiful verse in Persian and were the adventurous inclined to ask her about the wind or the mountains or rocks or minerals or the great Ocean currents and the effect of the Albido of the earths atmosphere on them - he would have to return satiated to the brim with the most amazingly focussed and yet simply taught lesson on these things that any one on earth could ever have delivered with such tremendous erudition.

She had a lecturarship in Geography in a college at Ferozpur in north India in 1947, while her entire family was living in the cities of Quetta in Baluchistan and Lahore (both now in Pakistan). When it was announced that the subcontinent was to be partationed into India and Pakistan, this intreped lady rushed across the riot torn burning countries by truck and on bicycles to her home and (by virtue of her indominatable spirit and will and the care and concern for others which has always remained the hallmark of her life), she brought the entire family to India and along with her mother and her wonderful husband Arthur, they brought up all the youngers including the children adopted by my grandmother after the Quetta earthquake in 1929, with care and inspired them all to successfully make their place in this world with honour and honesty unfounded.

On the 1st of January 2008, she was called to a better world by the will of God, perhaps because it was the will of God who would have wished her to be at his side because she was in spirit a true Altruist and her memory will always be imprinted in words of Gold in the hearts and minds of all who knew her - of which there are uncountable thousands - she worked in the St Thomas School at Dehradun for 33 years and spent the last period of over a decade as its Principal inspiring each and every student to live up to the motto of the school - "To Greater Heights"

This post is a heartfelt prayer to the Good Lord to keep her soul in blissfull sleep till all those she loved, and all who loved her, are united with her once again ....

Eternally remembered by Pinky, Deepak and Vikram her ever loving children and family and friends

I have posted this on my Multiply site too :- http://deepakdemoninlove।multiply।com/journal/item/73/End_of_an_Era_-_An_Eulogy_

dedicated_to_Mrs_Promilla_Ghose_my_Great_aunt

An Indian and an American Recipe - Compare if you can

2007-05-11T03:12:00.000-07:00

I got these two recipes from the Yahoo recipe site. If you have the patience - try them out and decide the winner for yourself.
A. Title: CRICKET'S SPAM QUICHE
Categories: Meats, Eggs
Yield: 4 servings
1 c Coarsely chopped mushrooms
5 T Butter/margarine
1 c Finely crushed stone wheat
-crackers
1/4 c Green onions, sliced
1/4 c Brown onions, chopped
3/4 c Monterey Jack cheese
3/4 c Medium Sharp Cheddar cheese,
-grated
3/4 c Mozzarella cheese, grated
1 c Ricotta cheese
4 ea Eggs
1/4 t Cayenne pepper
1/4 t Paprika
1/4 c Milk
1 ea Cooked artichoke
1/4 c Green bell pepper, chopped
1/4 c Red bell pepper, chopped
1 cn Spam, shredded

1. Saute mushrooms in 3 Tbs butter until limp.
2. Stir in the crushed crackers, then turn into well greased 10-inch round
quiche pan.
3. Press mushroom mixture evenly over bottom of dish and up the sides.
4. Melt remaining butter, add onions, saute and add shredded Spam. Layer
shredded cheeses and Spam in dish.
5. In blender, whirl the eggs, ricotta, milk and cayenne until smooth.
6. Pour Into crust and sprinkle with paprika. Place sauteed red and
green bell peppers on top. Bake in oven at 375 for 40 to 45 mins.
7. Garnish with cooked artichoke.

B. TITLE- New Delhi Spiced Chicken
Recipe By : Jo Anne Merrill
Serving Size : 4 Preparation Time :0:40 Categories : Ethnic Poultry Amount Measure Ingredient -- Preparation Method -------- ------------ ------- 1 teaspoon ground turmeric
1 teaspoon curry powder
1 teaspoon coriander
1/2 teaspoon ground ginger
1/8 teaspoon chili powder -- * pure
black pepper -- to taste
3 tablespoons Pure butterfat -- or margarine
4 boneless skinless chicken breast halves -- cubed
2 onions -- chopped fine
2 tomatoes -- chopped
2 green bell peppers -- chopped fine
1 celery stalks -- chopped fine
3 parsley sprigs -- minced
2 garlic cloves -- minced
1/3 cup seedless raisins
1 tablespoon dry sherry
1 1/2 teaspoons lemon juice
* Pure chili contains only chili powder. There are no other spices in it.Strengths vary from mild to fiery hot. If you cannot find pure chili for this recipe, try regular chili.

1. Heat two tablespoons butter or margarine in a large skillet. Placefirst six ingredients (all the spices) in skillet and brown for 1 minute over high heat.
2. Have the chicken breasts boned, skinned and cut into bite-sized cubes. Place chicken in skillet with browned spices; stir to coat well, then brown 1 minute longer or until chicken has turned white on the inside (cut a piece to check). Remove from pan and set aside.
3. Add remaining butter to pan and saute onions over high heat until limp.
4.Add remaining ingredients, including browned chicken, and cook over medium heat until celery is tender but still slightly crisp. Vegetables will give off some juiciness as they cook.
Serve over brown rice. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Serving Ideas : Serve with brown rice and cucumbers in yogurt dressing.

EASTER

2007-04-10T13:41:00.000-07:00

By DEEPAK MENON - A POEM
Recorded History tells of 20 pieces of Silver
And records a last supper just the day before
When the man from Galillee spoke of a betrayer
Who would not keep betrayal in abeyance any more!
.
So it came about and a troop came to a garden
And carried away the man who rode on a mule
To be judged by whom we may call a Roman Warden
Who was a proxy sent, the promised land to rule
.
Judgement was swift as is always wont to be
When humans sense their glory false is in danger
And with two petty thieves our hero was instantly
Sentenced to to be crucified like a criminal stranger
.
Knowing it was the Zenith of the plan of the Lord
He carried a cross himself up the fateful hill
A crown of thorns, cresting his bloody brow so broad
With even a cup of water offered on the way, spil’d
.
By brutal overseers of the tyrannical rulers of the land
Who lashed the valiant preacher of the ultimate grace
And forbade any from the crowds, from lending him a hand
All the way to the terrible fateful dreaded place
.
Where was finally planted the cross they had carried
And with nails driven through their feet and hands
They were crucified, and the tyrants never tarried
And swept away to desecrate other people’s lands
.
And on that Good Friday the heavens opened their doors
Shedding rain like the tears of the angels of the Lord
Carrying the preachers blood across the plains and moors
To mingle with and change water to the nectar of the lord.
.
And the diseases afflicting the exploited masses of the Earth
Were washed away; Lepers became whole again
But there was only sadness over the land, without any mirth
As the heavens continued to pour the Lords tears like rain
.
“Good Friday” passed and gave way to another day
And the lifeless remains of the Immaculate Conception
Carried into a cave and thrown inside and inert they lay
A boulder blocking the entrance marking the trepidation
.
Of the keepers of the flag of injustice and tyrannical rule
Who feared that the sight of the body itself could be
A trigger for the masses to rise against the unholy rule
Yes, the cowardly tyrants - feared even what they could not see!
.
But came the Lord's day of rest, and he reached out with love
Rising from the floor, moving the boulder with a gesture
He emerged from the cave and set to flight the whitest dove
Carrying his message of love glittering with ethereal lusture
.
To the corners of the world and the Disciples outside in wait
Rose as one with amazed wonder in their incredulous look
As they watched him ascend to Heavens Golden Gate
Leaving his message of truth and love in his immortal book
.
A testament of love for the peoples of the Earth
A vision to cherish, when awake or in slumber they lay
For the millennia to follow, since the Christ took birth
And for His return the millions do pray, on Easter Day

THE EMPTY HALLS AGAIN FULL OF LOVE - a poem by me

2007-04-01T05:33:00.000-07:00

She explores the halls of her inner being
Full of the vestiges of could have been dreams
Now the halls are deserted and no one is seen
Agoraphobic panic fills he,r as she silently screams
.
.Screams against the emptiness, now filling her soul
crying for golden memories, of her past to come alive
To once again show her the gates of her golden goal
Where once, the beautiful garden of love did thrive..
.
But the sands of time were scattered by a howling wind
A long time ago, when brightly shining was love's light
and the ardour of love was slowly eroded and thinned
Till came a darkness, to empty the halls like a blight.
.
Many empty years passed, in battling that inner yearning
for a glory slowly fading, into the dim and dark past.
Till, from far away, came a little light brightly burning
and into the darkness, a glimmer of kindling love cast.
.
The shadows faded, and the sky again surely lightened
Fear receded into the darkness again, giving rising hope
Of another Paradise, with expectations more heightened
and life was no longer a sorrow needing tears to cope..
.
Because from the far away horizon, came a reveling crowd
Of strangers, with friendship and affection in their heart
And the songs of friendship reverberated clear and loud
Singing, that from her internet friends she would never part!!.
.
Composed by Deepak Menon (demoninlove) specially for a
a kind gentle and loving internet friend, directly on her blog
on 25th Feb 2007 as a comment response to an entry on her
blog which seemed to reflect some despondancy in her .....

It's a choice not to say those hurtful worsa

2007-03-07T12:28:00.000-08:00

Love is a strange mix of things. It has to be put before all else. It can't be
allowed to get run down and neglected. At the beginning of love... things
are often easy. Maintaining it , however, is a conscious choice. It's a choice
as to whether you take the time , thought , energy, and consideration to
make love continue as it was in the beginning. It's a choice not to walk away
when the ugly side of commitment appears. It's a choice not to say those hurtful
words that YOU CAN'T TAKE BACK.
So , again, what is love? I suppose there are many stages of love, but to get
to the lasting kind takes alot of hard work, dedication, and
commitment . The lasting kind requires you to work as hard
at the relationship as you would to getting a promotion or a raise.
The lasting kind requires a reciprocal agreement to put the othe
r persons needs before your own. The lasting kind takes the most work,.
but is also the most beautiful and fulfilling.
Author unknown.
And after reading that on Kathy’s friend Sophia’s Blog I thought that I would post some proverbs I had written on my blog on the subject of Lovers who are generally incurably afflicted with the Love thing …
LOVERS
14.1 Lovers see only with their hearts. Blind to
everything else, they cannot avoid the pitfalls
inevitably scattered along the path of life.
.
14.2 The love of a lover is akin to the worship
of a worshipper. Both are oblivious to
the flaws and pits in the façades of their
respective idols - which are all too apparent
to the non lover or the non worshipper.
One who can see the flaws is neither a lover
nor a worshipper.
.
14.3 The power of love can make or destroy worlds.
The history of our mother earth would be
drab indeed, if it were not so lavishly
bejeweled with sparkling episodes of the antics
of lovers.
. . . .Deepak Menon

Check out my Slide Show!

2007-02-18T10:05:00.001-08:00

I finally have a guest book - and it is for you all - so welcome and add yourself - your friend Deepak

2007-02-18T09:28:00.001-08:00

SONNET NO 7 by me Entry for January 02, 2007

2007-01-01T10:39:00.001-08:00

: Many rungs has the ladder which I ascend
Lost in clouds is the peak where lies my goal

Will not some Angel its wings to me lend?

For I dare not tarry lest Earthward I roll !!

And that Heaven for whose glory I do aspire

That land of the Nectar of Immortality

May prove to be a fable of some great liar

A graveyard of souls lost in morality

Yet the call of the faraway bells, which chime

A melody that moves faint chords deep within

Fills me with an irresistible longing for a time

Lost in the past – yet somewhere still existing

And so in the searching the meaning of life lies
Waiting to be found before the light of day - dies
............................................By Deepak Menon

A Quatrain by Omar Khayyam Entry for December 31, 2006

2006-12-30T13:53:00.000-08:00

Ah Love! could thou and I with Him conspire
To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire,
....Would not we shatter it to bits and then
Re-mold it nearer to the Heart's Desire!

...........Translation by Edward Fitzgerald in his

...........Rubiyat of Omar Khayyam

Christmas!! Written By My Incredible 90 Year Old Aunt - Entry for December 17, 2006

2006-12-17T02:37:00.000-08:00

Christmas!!
By
Promilla Ghose
Not only today, but each day He is born anew
To help us reach our life’s measured goal;
To touch our fevered pulse and secret might imbue
For those who killed His body, could not kill His soul.
Each year He comes, not in a manger laid
On wisps of hay strewn about the place,
Or lies in the arms of a humble lowly maid
With God’s glory shining in her face.
No wise men bring their gifts of frankincense and myrrh
Nor shepherds sing their early hymns of praise,
Proud Herod sleeps, and does not move nor stir
His tryst with death is kept, cold is his gaze.
Each year He comes the Prince of Peace
And walks along Life’s road with you and me,
He lays His hands on anguished brows to cease
The turmoil of a seething world that be.
Not in lonely byways, but on broad paths of life,
In hospitals and schools, in lepers’ living graves
He puts forth His hand of solace in the strife
And cheers the falling warrior who his life’s battle braves,
He lives in human hearts when kindly words are spoken
Or cheering words of comfort that are said,
He lifts and helps a bruised life that’s broken
For only the Living can resurrect the dead.

Every one knows that you're right - just a point to ponder over

2006-12-12T00:01:00.000-08:00

Don't steamroll anyone who happens to disagree
with you.
You're right, but you don't need to advertise it with
quite so much gusto.

UNKNOWN - A poem by me

2006-11-26T12:41:00.000-08:00

UNKNOWN

He picked up the child in tender arms

The child that had been lying on the road

While thousands of people scuttled by

Not caring, not daring to add to their load

He ran doggedly as fast as he could

To the government hospital - Oh so far!

For he knew that it would do no good

Since his empty pockets would them bar

From the Doctors whose clinics lined the way

With nursing attendants in spotless white

Keeping at bay the poor, who dared to stray

Near their exhalted palaces by day or night

Flashes of red and green and white whizzed by

Each driven by eyes hastily averted

Ears invisibly muffed against his unuttered cry

For help, as his own dying heart blurted

Its fading beat into the thin cold air

Then into the hospital he somehow staggered

Helping hands lifted the child fair

He collapsed on the floor, pale and haggard

Weeks passed, a body for cremation was taken

From the icy morgue where it had been shown

To numberless people, who their heads had shaken

A neat label was pinned on it - UNKNOWN

. . . . . Deepak Menon

A top secret joke I heard from someone ...

2006-11-02T10:51:00.000-08:00

TOP SECRET

You've all heard of the Air Force's ultra-high-security, super-secret base in @@@@@, known simply as "Area 51?"

Well, late one afternoon, the Air Force folks out at Area 51 were very surprised to see a Cessna landing at their "secret" base. They immediately impounded the aircraft and hauled the pilot into an interrogation room.

The pilot's story was that he took off from ******, got lost, and spotted the Base just as he was about to run out of fuel. The Air Force started a full FBI background check on the pilot and held him overnight during the investigation.

By the next day, they were finally convinced that the pilot really was lost and wasn't a spy. They gassed up his airplane, gave him a terrifying "you-did-not-see-a-base" briefing, complete with threats of spending the rest of his life in prison, told him ***** was that-a-way on such-and-such a heading, and sent him on his way.

The next day, to the total disbelief of the Air Force, the same Cessna showed up again. Once again, the MP's surrounded the plane...only this time there were two people in the plane.

The same pilot jumped out and said, "Do anything you want to me, but my wife is in the plane and you have to tell her where I was last night!"

Mustapha the Boxman

2006-10-09T11:39:00.000-07:00

His father used to come to our house with the
wonderful home baked Cakes in the mud ovens
he made. The cakes were a rich brown and filled
with raisens and nuts and were so divine that no
one ever can forget them. His father used to carry
the cakes with home baked biscuits called Naan Khatais
and other flat homebaked biscuits in a small tin box
which he used to carry on his head all over the house.
He was known as the "Boxman" and then many years ago
he died. His son Mustapha took over the box and today
looking almost exactly like his father - he carries the box
on his head from place to place always on foot which seems
like an incongruity in this age of fast cars and faster bikes
whizzing past the solitary boxman - a living relic of the age
of wonders now long past.
Mustapha always comes to our house like his father before
him and takes orders for the cakes with a small advance
a month or two before Easter and Christmas as well as the
new year and Diwali and Rakhee and Id and all the other
big festivals of this great multicultural country - India.
A few days ago he came to our house and like always we
bought a cake - this time it exceeded every expectation -
perhaps the best he has ever made and I am still regretting
that I did not buy some more .....
These are the photos I and Abha took with him with his
cakes and his box......What Nostalgia - being with this simple
man - still brimming with smiles and humour despite his
most arduous life ....

Mozzarella Cheese Recipe - Try it out and send me a sample Ha Ha

2006-10-02T23:13:00.000-07:00

Recipe for making homemade mozzarella cheese.
Makes about 4 8oz balls
I N G R E D I E N T S
2 gallons milk, pasteurized and cooled to 90F
7 tablespoons cultured buttermilk
6 tablespoons yogurt
Rennet to coagulate 2 gallons milk (1/2 Hansenstablet) dissolved in about
1/2 cup Cold water.
I N S T R U C T I O N S
Mozzarella is one of several kinds of "plastic-curd" cheeses, originating in
Italy. In making them the curds are kneaded, which expels whey and produces
plasticity. Because of their dense texture they keep well in warm climates and
are ideal for smoking. Provolone is an aged version of a plastic-curd cheese.
Mozzarella is one of the most versatile cheeses to make at home,
since it tastes wonderful freshly made, freezes well, and can be used like an
aged cheese incooking, melting readily when heated.
Start this cheese in the evening.
Maintain the milk at 90^F in a double boiler.
Mix the buttermilk and yogurt separately with a little of the milk to remove
lumps, then blend into the rest of the milk.
Add the rennet solution and mix thoroughly.
Let sit until the curd sets and breaks clearly when tested with a finger a
bout 20 to 30 minutes.
Cut the curd into 1/2 inch cubes as evenly as possible.
Maintain at 90^F for 15 minutes, stirring with a clean hand.
The curds are fragile because they have not been cooked, so stir very gently,
just enough to keep them from matting together.
Gently pour the curds into a cloth lined colander.
When the whey has drained, the curd should be in one solid piece.
Rinse in cold water, then soak in a pan of cold water for 15 minutes.
If it is a big batch, cut the curd into several blocks, 4 or 5 inches square.
Drain off most of the water, then refrigerate the curds, or keep in
a cool, 40^F place.
Leave them in a colander or other container that allows drainage.
(Commercially, mozzarella curds are shipped to delicatessens
at this stage, where the cheese is finished.)
The next day, warm the cheese to room temperature so it will ripen, or
become more acidic.
After an hour or so, test the cheese for acidity as follows :-
Cut off a small piece of cheese and cut it into three 1/2 inch cubes.
Heat several cups of water in a sauce pan to 165^F.
Put in the cubes and stir for 5 minutes.
Remove the cubes and mold them together like modeling clay.
Reheat the lump of cheese in the water for a minute, then remove and
work or mold it together a little more.
After repeating several times, try to pull the curd apart.
If it breaks or tears, and clouds the water, it is under-ripe.
Wait an hour or so and test again.
When it pulls into a long rope and can be molded together again, it is
ready.
It will have a glossy surface and* will cloud the water only slightly.
The whole cheese is treated somewhat like the test sample to finish it.
Cut it into small cubes and put them in a pan.
Heat water to 170^F and pour enough over them, to cover the curds
by about 2 inches. Keep a thermometer in the pan and let the
temperature drop to 135^F.
Press the cubes together, and then knead the cheese, by stretching
and pulling it, as if working modelling clay. It should become
"plastic" and stretch into long strands.
When it does, shape into half pound balls, or make a thick rope, fold
it in half, and twist several times to make a decorative oblong cheese.
Mozzarella can be dipped in hot water to make a glossy surface,
or wrapped in cheese cloth to protect it.
To keep the cheese very fresh tasting for up to a week, keep it
in a bowl of water in the refrigerator, and change the water every day.
To salt mozzarella for longer keeping, or to prepare it for smoking,
soak it in brine for 4 or 5 hours (See Brined Cheese) The whey from
mozzarella is perfect for making ricotta because it does not have a chance
to develop much acidity.
Smoked Mozzarella: Mozzarella and other firm cheeses can be
cold smoked for flavor. Salting and smoking both help preserve the cheese
by drying it, and discouraging bacteria and insects. Set the cheese on a rack
in the smoker, or wrap in cheesecloth and hang it. Keep the temperature
below 90^F to prevent sweating off butterfat or melting.
Smoke at 60 to 85^F for 4 to 15 hours.
Brined Cheese: Press the cheese for 5 or 6 hours, or overnight, without
salting it. Make enough brine to cover the cheese by about an inch, using
4.1/2 Tablespoons of plain salt for every quart of water needed. Soak the
cheese from 12 to 24 hours. A small cheese requires less time than a large
one. Turn the cheese once or twice to ensure that the brine penetrates
all sides. Drain for about an hour on a cloth covered rack. Cover and
refrigerate. Keeps for a week or more, longer than most fresh cheeses.
. This recipe was Posted on GEnie Food & Wine RT Aug 22, 1992 by
COOKIE.LADY [MUMSIE] and the recipe is available at http://www.gourmetsleuth.com/mozzarellar...
Have a great time trying it out and don't forget me ....

MAKE THE WILLOWS WEEP - a poem by me

2006-09-18T02:24:00.001-07:00

. And what is that strange bird flying so fast
Staying ahead of us all from first to last?
Leading the multitudes to some obscure goal
And does the goal lie in the future – or in the past?
For most, the dark hidden future is the goal
Towards which they direct their chariots roll
But you, for whom the bird stopped long ere
Still long for the bells of the past to toll
But was the past for which you do aspire,
The lofty summit of your temple’s spire?
. As you do claim in your poem to the world
Or will the bird, prove you too - a liar!
For did you not drift away with the bird
For did you not ignore the cries you heard
. Of your eternal love of a moment ago
And why then did you return afterward
To this silent garden of the Eternal Sleep
Where the dust underfoot is the Eternal Keep
. Of one who remained clutching to the heart
The Memories which make the Willows weep
.................................................Deepak Menon

I WONDER IF YOU EVER HEARD - A poem by me

2006-09-18T02:10:00.000-07:00

I wonder if you ever heard
The songs I sang for you
I wonder if you ever saw
The flowers I plucked for you
.
For you were always so far away
Even when by my side you sat
Thinking of the approaching storm
While I rambled of this and that
.
I wonder why you never saw
The house I built for you
To shield you from the clouds you saw
With bloody droplets of love true
.
Why then have you returned to see
This decrepit wreck sitting here
This shadow of what once was me
Why do you now shed a tear?
. .................................Deepak Menon 1998

IF EVER, OVER MY GRAVE, YOU GRIEVE - Poem by Deepak Menon

2006-09-14T10:48:00.000-07:00

A moment ago your eyes personified life's joys,
...............great and small
Your face smiled at the world.
Your face still smiles, but like the smile painted on a doll
As absently, you brush aside a curl,
.
Of your carelessly ribboned locks of wavy lustrous hair
Falling in a cascade around your face.
And I see that the fire of love in your eyes, is no longer there
Vanished without a trace.
.
I know that, for some time you will continue to profess love
While you gently retreat,
From my life, knowing that, I have already suffered enough
While worshipping your feet.
.
I wonder if you will ever think about me in later years,
When another, you gently leave;
I wonder if your lovely eyes will well with reluctant tears,
If ever, over my grave, you grieve.
. . . . ........................ Deepak Menon

STOP - RED LIGHT - FOLLOW THE RULES OF THE ROAD

2006-09-11T22:53:00.000-07:00

TRAFFIC SIGNALS IN THE DISCIPLINED
INDIA OF TODAY ARE FOLLOWED BY
EVERY INDIAN REGARDLESS OF CASTE,
CREED,RELIGION,RACE,NATIONALITY
OR SPECIES !!!!!!

I got this from someone on the net and
wanted to share it immediately ....

THE SMILE THAT YOU KEPT FOR ME

2006-09-05T11:43:00.000-07:00

. . .By Deepak Menon
There was once a smile as sweet as honey
Yet it was wild as the sea
A smile that could set bells a ringing
The smile that you kept for me
.
An enigmatic smile it was at times
A smile at times lonely
A smile that brought cheer to my life
The smile that you kept for me
.
It was a smile that caused hearts to flutter
With envy and jealousy
When people saw it was not for them
The smile that you kept for me
.
A smile that brought out the best in me
Like courage and bravery
A smile that spurred me to greater heights
The smile that you kept for me
.
But time took its toll and it faded at last
As was never meant to be
And strained is that once beautiful smile
The smile that you keep for me

Great people say and write great things ... So learn them if you can ..

2006-08-29T09:56:00.000-07:00

SOME GREAT QUOTES BY GREAT MEN

1. Nothing is particularly hard if you divide it into small jobs.

Henry Ford
.
2.I haven't failed, I've found 10,000 ways that don't work.
Thomas Edison
.
3. Always continue to climb. It is possible for you to do whatever you choose, if you first get to know who you are and are willing to work with a power that is greater than ourselves to do it.
Oprah Winfrey
.
4. Ideas must work through the brains and arms of good and brave men, or they are no better than dreams.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
.
5. If I were a medical man, I should prescribe a holiday to any patient who considered his work important.
Bertrand Russell
.
6. No rules for success will work if you don't.
Unknown
.
7. Problems are only opportunities in work clothes.
Henry Kaiser
.
8. The best kind of pride is that which compels a person to do his or her best even when no one is looking.
Unknown
.
9. The only place where success comes before work is in the dictionary.
Vidal Sassoon
.
10. Without ambition one starts nothing. Without work one finishes nothing. The prize will not be sent to you. You have to win it.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
.
11. When love and skill work together, expect a masterpiece.
John Ruskin
.
12. Warning to all Personnel: Firings will continue until morale improves.
Anonymous
.
13. Opportunity is missed by most people because it is dressed in overalls and looks like work.
Thomas Edison
.
14. Every man's work, whether it be literature, or music or pictures or architecture or anything else, is always a portrait of himself.
Samuel Butler
.
15. One plays for the sake of work and works for the sake of leisure.
Aristotle
.
16. The work praises the man.
Irish proverb
.
17. Work your way up or rust your way out.
H Holton
.
I hope you liked this selection but always remember that though a lot of the quotes are about WORK - I never liked that silly thing Work because it is without a doubt the most boring task to do ...
.
Here is one I have just thought up :-
18. "Give 'em a smile and they'll take a mile"
Deepak Menon
29 Aug 2006 on my daughters birthday!

A TIME TO CLING TO ...A Poem by me

2006-08-26T00:30:00.000-07:00

A TIME TO CLING TO ...
And a time to cling to and never let go
A time of which we have nothing to show
A time when in profound joy we lie low
A time of love, which we never out grow
.
A time of love welling up in joyous souls
A time to grapple inspiration to our souls
A time when love light over our world rolls
Our object of love becomes our single goal
.
Remember my friends very many perspectives
Colour this Earth where puny mankind lives
And here is where the glory of love lives
Ruling our destinies and Golden dreams gives
.
So be not ruled by the mind's sense and reason
Do not change your colors with every season
Never against your love commit any treason
Golden is the color of Eternal Love’s Season
Deepak Menon
25 Aug 2006

It took a long time coming .. Appreciation from my precious son

2006-08-13T00:00:00.000-07:00

And today my son Sam brought a glow of love all over me with this letter he sent :-
.
Dearest Pop,
I was reading Tamam Shudh again. And it is indeed the best poetry I've ever read. You ROCK!!! :-D...Lots of love and kisses,
Sam
.
So what more can one want in this world?
.
And the cover of the book I am placing below

A quatrain by someone and another by me

2006-08-12T10:38:00.000-07:00

The quatrain by someone I read in an old old book was :-
.
You to the Mosque with howling Hymn and Prayer
And I to the Tavern do repair
Each to find Allah in his diverse ways
I find him here - do you find him there?
.
And here is a quatrain I wrote :-
.
58.A traveler approaching the Tavern cried
" Open the doors and let me come inside,
to restore my faith for a little while
Before back into the heartless world -I ride".
.
Deepak Menon - From My book of Quatrains - Tamamshudh

Literature is the Mirror of our Times - A poem by Deepak Menon

2006-08-12T05:15:00.000-07:00

Literature is the mirror of the times they say
Reflecting the colours of the present day
The joys and the sorrows of the world they say
Sentiments which rise when the people pray.
.
So the world today when today described
In words that its true sentiments cried
Must be the flavour of the times imbibed
In the general psyche of men world wide
.
The flavour of sweeping pride and hate
Attacking in strength providence's gate
With rabble rousers taunting to inflate
Fear in people against their earlier mate
.
The flavour of the sentiments of the vulture
Listening with each breath for the overture
Of discontent with visions of the dark future
In religion or wealth which is losing lusture
.
And the flavour of the lurking jackal
Who lurks in the shadows watching all
Who stray even a little from justices hall
To give his pack destructions clarion call
.
And descend on the peaceful remains of earth
Hoardes who were born to a gentle hearth
Misled by scavenging beings soon after birth
To evolve into destroyers of laughter and mirth
.
And rob this gentle earth of its gown of love
Causing to fly away with peace the gentle dove
Closing the escape window to the One above
Hate, Jealousy, Anger, Deceit replacing LOVE
.
So what shall this Literateur write about?
Shall he ramble and incoherently shout?
Like a senseless bully become an enraged lout?
Or shall he live and silently against injustice shout ?
.
God made us to live within the borders of our lord
Love and Kindness to spread across the board
To protect and save without expectaion of reward
To sing messages of love like an an immortal bard
.
But somewhere along the way humanity has strayed
And by some malignant dark force been waylaid
And the visits to old friends are now akin to a raid
With loot lining the thorn bed for friends now made
.
Perhaps love shall still rise from the earth like a sphinx
Perhaps it shall still enter the minds of one who thinks
And repair the chain of brotherhood’s broken links
And smoothen out the creases and break the jinx
.
So that the people of the world can once again smile
And love and hope and laughing the entire while
Embrace their brothers and sisters across every mile
With open love rise from darkness without guile......
.
. Deepak Menon - 12 Aug 06

'Tis an idle fancy! - A poem by Deepak Menon

2006-07-12T04:39:00.000-07:00

I love HER? How can you say that?
I tell you it is not true!
You insist! Even when it isn't a fact?
Oh! How can I convince you?
.
I do not believe a word you say!
And even if I did, so what?
So what if throughout the day
My brow is feverish and hot?
.
So what if from my deepest slumber
I start and then to her call out?
So what if efforts to erase her memory
Have by time - been put to rout?
.
So what if I only think of her
And talk and dream and live her name?
So what if my eyes are often filmed
With tears of sorrow, lingering shame
.
That I could not my conscience still
And keep my tryst with destiny's call?
So what if her image my heart does fill
So what if she holds my heart in thrall?
.
'Tis nonsense, once more I tell you
You are mistaken though you know me well
Even though away with my soul she flew
'Tis an idle fancy, - can't you tell?

Lyrics of the Red River Valley - Singer and writer unknown

2006-07-09T05:33:00.001-07:00

For long I thought about the lyrics of the song
The days spent in looking for it became long
Then out of the blue came the beautiful three
Who knew the words and sent them to me!
AND THOUGH THE WRITER OF THE SONG
IS LOST IN THE MIST OF TIME ...
THE SONG REMAINS IMMORTAL FOR ALL TIME
.
Here are the words :-
.
Red River Valley
CHORUS
From this valley they say you are going
We will miss your bright eyes and sweet smile
For they say you are taking the sunshine
That has brightened our pathways awhile
.
Come and sit by my side, if you love me
Do not hasten to bid me adieu
Just remember the Red River Valley
And the cowboy who loved you so true
.
I've been thinking a long time, my darling
Of the sweet words you never would say
Now, alas, must my fond hopes all vanish
For they say you are gong away
.
Do you think of the valley you're leaving
Or how lonely and how dreary it will be
D'you think of the hearts you are breaking
And the pain you are causing to me
.
They will bury me where you have wandered
Near the hills where the daffodils grow
When you're gone from the Red River Valley
For I can't live without you I know
.
CHORUS
From this valley they say you are going
We will miss your bright eyes and sweet smile
For they say you are taking the sunshine
That has brightened our pathways awhile

SONNET NO 3 by Deepak Menon

2006-07-09T05:33:00.000-07:00

A dryad of the Forest on a wooded mountain's crest
Flicking in and out of the shadows of autumn leaves
A magic fleeting glimpse of dappled dreams blest
By the hand of the Creator for whom eternity grieves
. Was the love I yearned through troubled times and good
. Was the sound of a voice long gone into yesterday's bed
. Was the being of a golden smile carved in hardened wood
. For which again and anon my dispirited heart bled
Till ensanguined it became as the pale horse of death
And the wine turned vintage and dried into grey ash
While the vessel crumbling did scream out the threat
To eject the dying spirit in one great blinding flash
. 'Twas then that like rain from the sky - thy falling tears
. On my upturned face - gave life for the coming years.

Reflections on Jealousy by Deepak Menon

2006-06-28T03:27:00.000-07:00

11. JEALOUSY
.

11.1 Beware of jealousy. It will reduce the strongest mind to
imbecelity. It will reduce the strongest body to a bag of bones.
And it will burn out all emotions forever.

.
11.2 The jealous are like the clouds passing on overhead. One
is never sure when one or the other will pour.
.
11.3 Behold the great Oracle. He can tell you every thing that
will happen in the future - except the actions of one afflicted
with jealousy.
.

The Glorious Love Flag - A poem by Deepak Menon

2006-06-14T06:18:00.000-07:00

Treasures of life lie scattered along the way

Ahead is the fiery dragon we must slay
To cross the bridge across the abyss so deep
To reach the paradise where we are to sleep

No sword do we have in our hands to weild
The dragon is strong and will never yeild
And if we stop and pause a while to think
Time will see that our armour has a chink

And the insidious mist of foraging time
Will enter with its sweet enticing wine
And lost in reviewing our life page by page
We shall fall victim to ravaging age

What shall we do? The cry erupts in pain
From our parched lips turned upwards for rain
Then falls on them a tiny little drop
Of sweet nectar of love from Gods own crop

And the sword is sheathed with a bright smile
Lightened strides swiftly cover the last mile
The beacon of love lights up the dark world
The glorious love flag above is unfurled

And the dragons fire of hate dies out
And he stands aside – we joyously shout
Hurray! As we enter the promised land
To embrace for ever our long lost band

The people who had left our little world
Or into the raging storms of life hurled
By time, which then only stops at the gate
Of Eternity where we meet our mate

Then there is no other journey to start
There we shall again never have to part
From the ones who were the songs of our life
To oblivion shall be banished all strife

By Deepak Menon - 14th June 2006 on this blog

An utterly butterly divine creation of nature - photographed by me!!

2006-06-13T11:35:00.000-07:00

Wonder of wonders - the very first butterfly

I saw in my garden this year and the lazy and

noisy me managed not only to get the camera

before it flew away - but also managed to reach

it noiselessly and photograph. I wonder if some

one will give me the pat on the back I richly

deserve for this stupendous acheivement!!

A Distant Shore - A poem by Deepak Menon

2006-05-27T05:16:00.000-07:00

A Distant Shore
.
Strange, through this crowd of anguished souls
My chariot with some hidden purpose rolls
Carrying me helplessly to some distant shore
But will I reach it before my bell tolls?
.
And having reached that dim distant shore
Will I find that I have been there before?
And will I hear that same song in the breeze
That was sung by thee in the days of yore?
.
And will that great love folklore of the past
Awaken to its destiny at long long last?
And will thy spirit assume the form I knew
Before it too was into the cauldron cast?
.
And shall then the cauldron spill out its content?
And shall then serenades, the still air rent?
Summoning the lost loves, of yester-years
And shall then return those, who yesterday went?
.
And will they have the meaning of life learned?
And will they cherish what once they spurned?
And will there be songs singing in their hearts?
Or will their souls too, into stone have turned?
.
Deepak Menon
Copyright ©2004 Deepak Menon