Saturday, December 18, 2010

முன்னமவனுடைய நாமம் கேட்டாள்,
மூர்த்தியவனிருக்கும் வண்ணம் கேட்டாள்,
பின்னே அவனுடைய ஆரூர் கேட்டாள்,
பேர்த்தும் அவனுக்கே பிச்சியானாள்,
அன்னையுமத்தனையுமன்றே நீத்தாள்,
தன்னை மறந்தாள் தன் நாமம் கெட்டாள்,
தலைபட்டாள் நங்கை தலைவன் தாளே.
- அப்பர்

Thursday, December 2, 2010

The groundnut escapade

What do you do when you realize its your perima's birthday, you wish to gift her a sweet and all you can think of are the two boxes of peanut butter that you finished off with your friend?

  1. Pick a handful* of groundnuts.
  2. Roast them with a dash of ghee and dry neem flowers. By now your mom will think you have gone crazy.
  3. Salt it.
  4. Grind the mixture up.
  5. Let a 'not-very-concentrated' sugar syrup happen on the 'other' burner.
  6. Knead wheat flour into dough with water and a few drops of ghee.
  7. Adding to your mom's suspicion regarding your madness, no salt to the dough.
  8. Let her help you make little rotis due to time crunch.
  9. Cut them into half and make little cones like you'd do for samosas.
  10. Perfect guess, i can see the madness seeping into you. Fill them with the nut+neem stuff and seal.
  11. Deep fry these kuttis in heated oil.
  12. Here goes the first one into the sugar syrup and you are officially set for the asylum!
  13. All others jump into the syrup in a line
After it is tasted, you can relish their smiles.
This is what it might look like.

Not very photogenic. Tastes interesting nevertheless.

*All measurements are left to your imagination.

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Children of Our Age

We are children of our age,
it's a political age.

All day long, all through the night,
all affairs--yours, ours, theirs--
are political affairs.

Whether you like it or not,
your genes have a political past,
your skin, a political cast,
your eyes, a political slant.

Whatever you say reverberates,
whatever you don't say speaks for itself.
So either way you're talking politics.

Even when you take to the woods,
you're taking political steps
on political grounds.

Apolitical poems are also political,
and above us shines a moon
no longer purely lunar.
To be or not to be, that is the question.
And though it troubles the digestion
it's a question, as always, of politics.

To acquire a political meaning
you don't even have to be human.
Raw material will do,
or protein feed, or crude oil,

or a conference table whose shape
was quarreled over for months;
Should we arbitrate life and death
at a round table or a square one?

Meanwhile, people perished,
animals died,
houses burned,
and the fields ran wild
just as in times immemorial
and less political.
-Wislawa Szymborska
(Translated by
Stanislaw Baranczak and Clare Cavanagh)

Friday, November 19, 2010

Though I go to you
ceaselessly along the dream paths,
the sum of those trysts
is less than a single glimpse
granted in the waking wood.
-Ono no Komachi in 'Kokin Wakashu'.

Thursday, April 1, 2010

நடைபாதை மரங்கள்
தோழமை கேட்டன
நிலவிலும் பிரியாது
நிழல் மட்டுமே

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

இந்த சூரியனும் உதிக்கும்
மழை சுரப்புடன்
கானல் நீராய்

Wednesday, March 24, 2010


The fourth time i saw him,
he gave out another ring,
and i, a stare.
Both shocked,
Investing hearty hatred
in the moment.
He liked cooking
human lungs -
tobacco seasoned,
with stuffed paper rolls' ember.
I am a vegetarian