DOORS OF PERCEPTION

Thoughts on fine living and intellectual pursuits from an idle mind who is unfraid to imitate

Name:

born, brought up, taught, trained, entrapped, enlisted, to lead a life of unsatiated intellectual vagrancy

Saturday, March 25, 2006

Chicken Vindaloo
the easy way

Ingredients

Whole cumminseeds, black peppercorns, cardamom seeds, stick cinnamon,
whole black mustard seeds, whole fenugreek seeds,
white wine vinegar
salt, cayenne pepper, light brown sugar,
vegetable oil,
large yellow onions, (peel and cut into half rings)
water
fresh ginger (peeled and fine chop),
garlic cloves (peel and fine chop)
ground coriander seeds, ground turmeric,
boneless chicken breast - fine pieces
tomato ketch-up
potatoes (peel and quarter)

Method

Grind cummin seed, black pepper, cardamom seeds, cinnamon, black mustard seeds, fenugreek seeds together in a spice grinder. combine ground spices with vinegar, salt , cayenne pepper and brown sugar, set aside

Heat oil in a sauce pan at medium heat. fry onions, till dark brown uniformly.
strain onions into a beleder without oil and add 30 ml water and blend till smooth paste. keep the oil separately

add onion paste to the spice paste

blend ginger and garlic to a smooth paste and keep

heat the oil again in a medium sauce pan. add ginger garlic paste and stir till liught brown. add coriander and turmeric and stir. add chicken pieces one by one.

add vindaloo paste tomato ketch-up and potatos to the chicken stir and bring to boil. cover the sauce pan, simmer till potatos are tender.
so simple.
serve with rice

A worldwide survey was conducted by the UN.


The only question asked was:

"Would you please give your honest opinion about solutions to the food shortage in the rest of the world ?"


The survey was a big failure, as

In Africa they didn't know what 'food' meant,
In India they didn't know what 'honest' meant,
In Europe they didn't know what 'shortage' meant,
In China they didn't know what 'opinion' meant,
In the Middle East they didn't know what 'solution' meant,
In South America they didn't know what 'please' meant,
In Australia they didn't know what 'give' meant,
And
in the USA they didn't know what 'the rest of the world' meant!

Tension Relievers, after a long time.........

I was proud to say I could do this.........

This was developed as an age test by an R&D department at Harvard University.
Take your time and see if you can read each line aloud without a mistake.
The average person over 40 years of age can't do it !

01. This is this cat
02. This is is cat
03. This is how cat
04. This is to cat
05. This is keep cat
06. This is an cat
07. This is old cat
08. This is person cat
09. This is busy cat
10. This is for cat
11. This is forty cat
12. This is seconds cat

Now go back and read the third word in each line from the top down
and I bet you can't resist passing it on.

7 ways to catch a lion.

1. Newton's Method:
Let, the lion catch you.
For every action there is equal and opposite reaction. Implies you caught the lion .

2. Einstein Method:
Run in the direction opposite to that of the lion.
Due to higher relative velocity, the lion will also run faster and will get tired soon. Now you can trap it easily.

3. Schrodinger Method:
At any given moment, there is a positive probability that lion to be in the cage. So set the trap, sit down and wait!

4. Inverse Transformation Method:
We place a spherical cage in the forest and enter it. Perform an inverse transformation with respect to lion. Lion is in and we are out.

5. Thermodynamic Procedure:
We construct a semi-permeable membrane which allows every thing to pass it except lions. Then sweep the entire forest with it.

6. Integration Differention Method:
Integrate the forest over the entire area. The lion is somewhere in the result.
So differentiate the result PARTIALLY w.r.t lion to trace out the lion.

7. My Method:
DON'T EVEN TRY.
YOU'LL GET CAUGHT BY THE LION.

Friday, March 24, 2006

FAMILY
Are you aware that if we died tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days. But the family we left behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives.

And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than into our own family,
an unwise investment indeed, don't you think? So what is behind the story?

Do you know what the word FAMILY means?
FAMILY = (F)ATHER (A)ND (M)OTHER (I) (L)OVE (Y)OU

Why ARE Men Happier ?

Men Are Just Happier People-- What do you expect from such simple creatures?
Your last name stays put. The garage is all yours. Wedding plans take care of themselves. Chocolate is just another snack. You can be President. You can never be pregnant. You can wear a white T-shirt to a water park. You can wear NO shirt to a water park. Car mechanics tell you the truth.

The world is your urinal. You never have to drive to another gas station restroom because this one is just too icky. You don't have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt. Same work, more pay. Wrinkles add character. Wedding dress $5000. Tux rental-$100. People never stare at your chest when you're talking to them.

The occasional well-rendered belch is practically expected. New shoes don't cut, blister, or mangle your feet. One mood all the time. Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat. You know stuff about tanks. A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase. You can open all your own jars. You get extra credit for the slightest
act of thoughtfulness. If someone forgets to invite you, he or she can still be your friend.

Your underwear is $8.95 for a three-pack. Three pairs of shoes are more than enough. You almost never have strap problems in public. You are unable to see wrinkles in your clothes. Everything on your face stays its original colour. The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe decades. You only have to shave your face and neck. You can play with toys all your life. Your belly usually hides your big hips. One wallet and one pair of shoes one colour for all seasons. You can wear shorts no matter how your legs look. You can "do" your nails with a pocket knife. You have freedom of choice concerning growing a mustache. You can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives on December 24 in 25 minutes.

No wonder men are happier.

Thursday, March 23, 2006

Driving Miss Crazy in India
An experiential guide to survival (not necessarily of the fittest)

Indian road rules broadly operate within the domain of karma where you do your best, and leave the results to your insurance company. The hints are as follows: Do we drive on the left or right of the road? The answer is "both". Basically you start on the left of the road, unless it is occupied. In that case, go to the right, unless that is also occupied. Then proceed by occupying the next available gap, as in chess. Just trust your instincts, ascertain the direction, and proceed. Adherence to road rules leads to much misery and occasional fatality. Most drivers don't drive, but just aim their vehicles in the generally intended direction.

Don't you get discouraged or underestimate yourself except for a belief in reincarnation; the other drivers are not in any better position. Don't stop at pedestrian crossings just because some fool wants to cross the road. You may do so only if you enjoy being bumped in the back.

Pedestrians have been strictly instructed to cross only when traffic is moving slowly or has come to a dead stop because some minister is in town. Still some idiot may try to wade across, but then, let us not talk ill of the dead.

Blowing your horn is not a sign of protest as in some countries. We horn to express joy, resentment, frustration, romance and bare lust (two brisk blasts),or just mobilize a dozing cow in the middle of the bazaar. Keep informative books in the glove compartment. You may read them during traffic jams, while awaiting the chief minister's motorcade, or waiting for the rainwater to recede when over ground traffic meets underground drainage.

Occasionally you might see what looks like a UFO with blinking colored lights and weird sounds emanating from within. This is an illuminated bus, full of happy pilgrims singing bhajans. These pilgrims go at breakneck speed, seeking contact with the Almighty,often meeting with success.

Auto Rickshaw (Baby Taxi): The result of a collision between a rickshaw and an automobile, this three-wheeled vehicle works on an external combustion engine that runs on a mixture of kerosene oil and creosote. This triangular vehicle carries iron rods, gas cylinders or passengers three times its weight and dimension, at an unspecified fare. After careful geometric calculations, children are folded and packed into these auto rickshaws until some children in the periphery are not in
contact with the vehicle at all. Then their school bags are pushed into the microscopic gaps all round so those minor collisions with other vehicles on the road cause no permanent damage. Of course, the peripheral children are charged half the fare and also learn Newton's laws of motion enroute to school. Auto-rickshaw drivers follow the road rules depicted in the film Ben Hur, and are licensed to irritate.

Mopeds: The moped looks like an oil tin on wheels and makes noise like an electric shaver. It runs 30 miles on a teaspoon of petrol and travels at break-bottom speed. As the sides of the road are too rough for a ride, the moped drivers tend to drive in the middle of the road; they would rather drive under heavier vehicles instead of around them and are often "mopped" off the tarmac.

Leaning Tower of Passes: Most bus passengers are given free passes and during rush hours, there is absolute mayhem. There are passengers hanging off other passengers, who in turn hang off the railings and the overloaded bus leans dangerously, defying laws of gravity but obeying laws of surface tension. As drivers get paid for overload (so many Rupees per kg of passenger), no questions are ever asked. Steer clear of these buses by a width of three passengers.

One-way Street: These boards are put up by traffic people to add jest in their otherwise drab lives. Don't stick to the literal meaning and proceed in one direction. In metaphysical terms, it means that you cannot proceed in two directions at once. So drive as you like, in reverse throughout, if you are the fussy type. Least I sound hypercritical, I must add a positive point also. Rash and fast driving
in residential areas has been prevented by providing a "speed breaker"; two for each house. This mound, incidentally, covers the water and drainage pipes for that residence and is left untarred for easy identification by the corporation authorities, should they want to recover the pipe for year-end accounting.

Night driving on Indian roads can be an exhilarating experience for those with the mental make up of Genghis Khan. In a way, it is like playing Russian roulette, because you do not know who amongst the drivers is loaded. What looks like premature dawn on the horizon turns out to be a truck attempting a speed record. On encountering it, just pull partly into the field adjoining the road until the phenomenon passes.

Our roads do not have shoulders, but occasional boulders. Do not blink your lights expecting reciprocation. The only dim thing in the truck is the driver, and with the peg of illicit arrack (alcohol) he has had at the last stop, his total cerebral functions add up to little more than a naught. Truck drivers are the James Bonds of India, and are licensed to kill. Often you may encounter a single powerful beam of light about six feet above the ground. This is not a super motorbike, but a truck
approaching you with a single light on, usually the left one. It could be the right one, but never get too close to investigate. You may prove your point.

This hilarious article was written by a Dutchman who spent two years in Bangalore, India, as a visiting expert. A little long article but worth reading it!!! I borrowed this from RaRa (ithink.rediffiland.com)

Sunday, March 19, 2006

Competition Today
An American (some stories refer to a UK )magazine held a competition, inviting its readers to submit new scientific theories on ANY subject. Below are the winners:

5th place (Subject: Probability Theory)
If an infinite number of rednecks riding in an infinite number of pickup trucks fire an infinite number of shotgun ounds at an infinite number of highway signs, they will eventually write the complete works of Shakespeare in Braille.

4th place (Subject: Bio-Mechanics)
Why Yawning Is Contagious: You yawn to equalize the pressure on your eardrums. This pressure change outside your head unbalances other people's ear pressures, so they then yawn to even it out.

3rd place (Subject: Symbolic Logic)
The Chinese are technologically underdeveloped because each of their alphabetical characters represents a whole word or phrase, rather than a single letter. Thus they cannot use acronyms to communicate technical ideas at a faster rate.

2nd place (Subject: Newtonian Mechanics)
Deforestation may cause earthquakes, tidal waves, or even the total destruction of our planet. Just as a figure-skater's rate of spin increases when the arms are brought in close to the body, the cutting down of tall trees may cause the Earth to spin dangerously fast on its axis, with disastrous results.

The winners answer is truly inspired......

Winner (Subject: Perpetual Motion)
When a cat is dropped, it always lands on its feet, and when toast is dropped, it always lands buttered side down. Therefore, if a slice of toast is strapped to a cat's back, buttered side up, and the animal is then dropped, the two opposing forces will cause it to hover, spinning inches above the ground. If enough toast-laden felines were used, they could form the basis of a high-speed monorail system.

Don’t drive with your wife

A man who was driving a car with his wife was stopped by a police officer. The following exchange took place.
The man says, "What's the problem, officer?"
Officer: "You were going at least 75 speed in a 55 zone."
Man: "No sir, I was going 65 km."
Wife: "Oh, Harry. You were doing 80." (The man gave his wife a dirty look.)
Officer: "I'm also going to give you a ticket for your broken taillight."
Man: "Broken taillight? I didn't know about a broken taillight!"
Wife: "Oh Harry, you've known about that taillight for weeks." (The man gave his wife another dirty look.)
Officer: "I'm also going to give you a citation for not wearing your seat belt."
Man: "Oh, I just took it off when you were walking up to the car."
Wife: "Oh Harry, you never wear your seat belt." The man turned to his wife and yelled, "SHUT YOUR MOUTH!"
The officer turned to the woman and asked, "Ma'am, does your husband talk to you this way all the time?"
The wife said, "No, only when he's drunk."

Why Worry?

There are only two things in life to worry about: Whether you are well or whether you are sick. If you are well then there is nothing to worry about. But if you are sick, there are only two things to worry about: Whether you are going to get well or whether you are going to die. If you get well, then there is nothing to worry about. But if you die, there are only two things to worry about: Whether you are going to go to heaven or whether you are going to go to hell. If you go to heaven, then you have nothing to worry about. But if you go to hell, you'll be so busy shaking hands with all your friends, that you won't have time to worry! So, Why Worry? Be Happy!

Friday, March 17, 2006

F A M I L Y

I ran into a stranger as he passed by,
"Oh excuse me please" was my reply.

He said, "Please excuse me too;
I wasn't watching for you."

We were very polite, this stranger and I.
We went on our way and we said goodbye.

But at home a different story is told,
How we treat our loved ones, young and old.

Later that day, cooking the evening meal,
My son stood beside me very still.

When I turned, I nearly knocked him down.
"Move out of the way," I said with a frown.

He walked away, his little heart broken.
I didn't realize how harshly I'd spoken.

While I lay awake in bed,
God's still small voice came to me and said,

"While dealing with a stranger,
common courtesy you use,
but the family you love, you seem to abuse.

Go and look on the kitchen floor,
You'll find some flowers there by the door.

Those are the flowers he brought for you.
He picked them himself: pink, yellow and blue.

He stood very quietly not to spoil the surprise,
you never saw the tears that filled his little eyes."

By this time, I felt very small,
And now my tears began to fall.

I quietly went and knelt by his bed;
"Wake up, little one, wake up," I said.

"Are these the flowers you picked for me?"
He smiled, "I found 'em, out by the tree.

I picked 'em because they're pretty like you.
I knew you'd like 'em, especially the blue."

I said, "Son, I'm very sorry for the way I acted today;
I shouldn't have yelled at you that way."
He said, "Oh, Mom, that's okay.
I love you anyway."

I said, "Son, I love you too,
and I do like the flowers, especially the blue."

Thursday, March 16, 2006

Ties that bind
In a man’s wardrobe, it’s the tie that brings it all together

The necktie is such a curious thing. No item of men’s apparel draws more attention or causes more consternation than this whimsical strip of colored fabric that fills the space between the lapels of your suit jacket. Some consider it a choking symbol of subjugation, a noose to be yanked off at the earliest moment in a gesture of freedom. For others, it is a sign of superiority and power that underlines the importance of a businessman’s work. A bowtie, on the other hand, instantly identifies its bearer as an intellectual with a playful wit—and arrogant enough to consider himself as such. Unless you have a nose ring, there’s no more visible statement about what kinda guy you are — bold or bashful, adventurous or conservative, confident or, umm, overcompensating.

That’s a lot for a piece of clothing 57 inches long to convey. No wonder there are moments in every man’s life when he finds himself standing in front of a mirror dwelling on a tie: How to knot it? How to match it with a shirt and suit? Will it make the right impression? Inevitably, he will pose that loaded, age-old question, “How’s my tie?”

Well, if it’s a Robert Talbott Seven Fold, then it’s a luxurious, silken treasure. Hand-crafted in a tailoring studio nestled among pine trees and rolling hills on the edge of California’s Monterey Peninsula, the Seven Fold is a throwback to an era when tie makers didn’t replace silk with linings of wool, canvas or polyester to cut costs. Billed as “the finest tie human hands can produce,” it’s named for the way the single piece of fabric is exactingly folded in on itself seven times, creating a 100% silk garment that drapes fluidly, hangs straight and is both malleable and durable. Only 40 ties of any single pattern are ever produced, and on the underside of every Seven Fold’s tail is a small, cream-colored box with a handwritten edition number. “In a world where everyone is wearing ties,” says David Doherty, the Toronto-area sales rep for Robert Talbott, “it has a distinct number to it.”
And a distinct price: $300. But if it’s worth wearing, it’s worth wearing well. The tie offers a unique opportunity for a man to make a defining statement. While every wardrobe item—suit, shirt, socks, shoes, accessories—should complement the others in overall look and style, the tie is where all his noblest intentions should coalesce. “It’s not the tie itself, but the overall image of what the tie can do,” says Carl Carter, a sales associate at Vassi, a tony Bay Street boutique. It’s the linchpin of an outfit. The right tie makes it all work, concurs Bob Dunham, merchandise manager at Harry Rosen’s flagship store in Toronto. “The wrong tie can kill it,” he adds. “It can be a great, great tie—it’s just in the wrong place.” If clothes make the man, the tie makes the clothes.

What makes a great tie? Certainly color, pattern and texture all play important roles. Regardless of whether you’re eyeing a woven tie (in which colored silk threads are interlaced in a patterned fabric) or printed tie (in which the raw silk undergoes a series of ink screens), the resulting color should be intense and rich. “You can just see the difference,” says Carter. “With less expensive ties, you’re going to get a matte finish, and the colored dye lot isn’t going to have the same texture.”
The fabric that goes into Seven Folds (which are almost exclusively printed because woven fabric uses too much silk to be neatly folded) go through up to 25 different silk screens at Italian mills—as much as an Hermès scarf. Some raw silk fabrics are woven with a jacquard pattern for an additional underlying texture, and then overprinted. Each screen applies a separate color gradation—the more, the better.
The Seven Fold was really the genius of Lydia Grayson, who became an employee of Robert and Audrey Talbott soon after the company’s inception in 1950. An expert tailor, Grayson later came out of a seven-year retirement in 1986 to revive the seven-fold method of neckwear tailoring, which she last used in the 1930s. Today, her apprentices make ties exactly the same way.
They begin with more than a yard and a half of silk for each tie—more than three times what is used in their regular lines. The tie begins life as two pieces cut from a bolt of printed silk, all at a 45-degree bias. (This innovation, introduced in 1924 by New York tailor Jesse Langsdorf, allows the fabric to stretch naturally and hang without twisting.) The two pieces are stitched together—the only step in the process that relies on a machine—and the fabric is lightly pressed, then folded into the shape of a tie. The tipping (the underside at each end) does not feature the common silk or satin lining, but its hems are finished by hand, as is the back seam, which is sewn with a single silk thread known as the lifeline. This slip-stitch is given six inches of slack to prevent it from snapping under the strain of daily wear—without it, the tie would not hold its shape.
It’s not as flawless as a machine-made, designer tie, but those small imperfections—in the stitching, for instance—are indicative of the care and craftsmanship that has gone into its creation. “When you can see it’s crafted, as opposed to coming off a cookie-cutter assembly line,” says Doherty, “there’s a romance in that.” And exclusivity. Once you select fabric from a thick swatch book, you can custom order your tie to your specifications: a little bit longer, or maybe wider at the neck for larger knot. The result is a tie that’s just as you want it—the most distinct expression of yourself.
Of course, it’s a three- or four-week wait before you receive it. If your sartorial needs are urgent, there are many finely crafted ties that can also make a sharp impression. David Vosko, merchandise manager for Harry Rosen stores, recommends designer ties by Zegna (about $155) and Luciano Barbera ($175). Vassi features hand-cut ties by Borrelli (also a famous Italian shirt maker) for $185, as well as Swiss-made, hand-stitched van Laacks, for $225. This fall, Vassi will also carry a $295 Tino Cosma tie that has threads of 24-karat gold woven into it.
A fine tie should strike the delicate balance of being distinctive yet versatile, appropriate for different situations and many shirt-and-suit combinations. These items must all work together, in balance and contrast, to make a bold statement about the man. This fall, the trend is toward boldly patterned ties with strong, wide stripes, or even paisleys, matched with robust checked and striped shirts. It’s a long way from the tone-on-tone look popularized by Regis Philbin two years ago, much to Dunham’s pleasure. “With the monochromatic stuff, there really was no focus,” he disdains. “But here, your eye moves from the tie to the shirt—there’s movement when you look at it.”
It comes down to one thing: sex appeal. “At the end of the day, the test of a tie is a woman coming up to you and saying, ‘Nice tie,’” says Vosko. “Men dress to look good and feel good about themselves—it’s an ego thing.” Doherty agrees. “I want to make my statement, and my statement is here,” he declares, pointing to his own, orange-and-white striped Seven Fold, No. 2 of 42. “This is my shield.”

Here's something interesting.

Remember Nostradamus and his predictions.Recall that the great man had predicted that the 21st century would be ruled by someone/something linked to the number 666.It was thought that 666 was the number of the devil. Well, you'd be amazed to know that 666 in Hebrew is written as WWW !!!

Yes, the internet!!! Call it as a twist of interpretation or what you may.... but its still, quite remarkable!!!

Sunday, March 12, 2006


Some street names can be funny.

"In Toronto we have a street named Clinton and another named Gore, and they actually intersect. The funny thing is that they probably received their names back in the 19th century!" - Jerzy Jarmasz, Toronto, Canada

Well I have been thinking, they would never intersect again.

Friday, March 03, 2006

SHRIMP or is it PRAWNS?

NO !! IT'S

Chicken Adobo

ingredients

Chicken, onion, garlic, soya sauce (black), pepper (black), parsley (non-italian), vinegar, ajino moto

method

crush garlic , crush pepper, chop onions, cut chicken into pieces,
heat a pan and
add crushed pepper , crushed garlic,
add vinegar, soya sauce (one cup each per chicken )
Add two spoons ajino moto
Add chicken pieces, boil for marination
take out the chicken pieces and deep fry in hot oil carefully
serve with cut onion sprinkled with lime, add crisp fried parsley as garnish

njoi