The Mystic India (2010): Jhalmuri on Beach

As the final moments nearing and I tucked myself in rucksack, there’s something missin’ for the final fantasy. The roaring tides crackles on the shore while the wayward breeze rustle through my hair; and suddenly I spotted him with big basket. The Jhalmuri wala. Ah, the delight!

It’s simple, lip smacking, and heavenly salivating refresher. Exaggerating…nah! Ask any Bengali brethren and they would describe the magical taste still lingering at the tip - never to forget. To start:

• Add puffed rice, hard green grams, sprouted beans, roasted peanuts, finely chopped onions, green chilies (as many as you could), cumin powder, aamchoor powder, and red pickle in a large salad bowl.
• Sprinkle mustard oil and salt and toss nicely till all mixed appropriately. 
• For optional choices, add grated coconut and chanachur.

O! don’t forget the hot cup of sweet milky tea and gossips to add-on, Nothing could have made vacation in Puri – a perfect memorabilia – without the jhalmuri. Now lemma munch and listen to the blowing conch shell on the seashore.

The Mystic India (2010): Train Journey After a Long Haul

As the train left the station; the vacation begins. I must admit the Indian Railways has improved over the years and strangely, it was found to be cleaner, punctual, and hygienical. My first destination is to Puri – the Abode to Juggernaut. (Yea, I’m goin’ to pilgrimage.) 

But this blog is not about my journey but written to sing the glory of Indian Vanessa Carlton (aka) – or Indian Railways, the underrate source to travel when you plan through India. With me, the compartment is filled with all wakes of life – age, sex, physical or mental attributes no bar and it makes a good combination.

• Mid-aged motherly figurines showing some serious underbelly cleavages catching up domestic rigors with their extra-loose men under-roos. The women serves the food, cleans the plates but need men to put the ‘bunk beds’ or escort them to toilet. (Gals, you’re not gonna’ have sex there.)
• A poker-face bespectacled ‘Bong communist’ with Fuzzy Muff below his unshapely nostrils lectured his son on every odd moral and societal living. Eh! Over the minute, he keep repeating himself again…and over again…uff! (From experience, I vouch all Bong fathers are Repeatus Everythingus and thankfully, I’m virgin. :P)
• A ruggie from rustic West rawring on his clients over the payment so forcefully they need stitches to seall their arselips. Gawd, will this guy ever stop doin’ it verbally and turn to real action. (It will be a sight to see ;)
• Three men on the adjacent bunk are so freakin’ gizmorgasmic that their moangasm make me nuts.
• A short little family from their 15-day vacation to South was quieter and nostalgic. The man of the family bought every odd thing to eat and the woman munches them in slow motion. The women is too frail and I thought she got no-food ever in life.

I looked through the glassed window, the wheels crushin’ over the iron rails runs through the scruffy flaccid land to the coastal belt; the landscape filled with small hillocks and thick vegetation outstretched. Curvaceous rivers and their sisters have whore it up with their glide while I enjoy sippin’ my hot cup-a-chai. 

O! I must mention about the vendors on-the station, on-board, beside-your-seat: they’re everywhere but re-fabricated unlike the older times when they’re haggling and annoying: in fact, I missed their uncouthness. And, these paper cups are NOT what I expected…could anybody please give me the mud-pots that crackles when you drop them on the rails. (Stop cribbin’ bitch.)

Nevertheless, I got more train journeys to add. Hope to be compensated.

The Mystic India (2010) - Daydreaming the Day Before Vacation Starts

I’m gonna nuts with the constant adrenaline shots; since the morning, with the thought of vacationing. However, the time seems to be too snaily and I got no alternative but daydream till sundown. Ah! (Yea…that’s what I also do the best.)

It’s 13:52 (…A.M.) for self-realization. For past 6-hour, I Googitated to best to feed my membrane with pictures, blogs, and wateva’ I could get. In fact, I walked down the stairs of Varanasi and witnessed holy smoke circling up to sky. (YouTube special effect) Then, dipped in the icy-cold water while the February sun surfs through the glissy Ganges. O! I got a glistening (blush). I’ve counted the spokes of Konark’s famous wheel while it’s half-buried in the suplhury sand.

All this travel and I was hungry as a bungry so walked to the Tunday Kebabi for a lip-smacking platter. (In fact, I prepared a ‘to-eat’ list for every city and memorized the recipes for most.) Now, return to my fort at Mehrangarh too cool-off. Sun is basking in glory but I got enough of tan from beaches. (Of, Goa or Puri?) Forget that… (14: 40 and still A.M. for self-realization)

At sundown I got beach party at Goa with my blue Hawaiian thong. Tomorrow, I got Camel safari to do through the lovelorn Jaisalmer. Rest to update.

The Mystic India (2010) - Wish Lists Request

Sunday, 7th February 2010

I can’t wait to hate eat but…now live that. And, what a gesture to do. RSVP to Luncheon while I stand as amazing Mumford. Benign lip lickers smile back and hand over a list (in fact, a rolled out meter long paper) for wishes ‘to buy’. Oh, come on!

That’s make me irritatred. Some interesting and innovative wish lists:

• Offerenterings. Whaat? You folks wanna me Carry’ em around the country for months to deliver doorstep. I suggest, try it online – reliable and delivered afresh. 
• Meters of Picasso chikankaris. Man…why don’t you make your wives a bra breaker; am sure you gonna reap more outta there. 
• Pairs of Johpuri shoerikens. Did anybody said’ ya ‘barefoot’ and ‘bareback’ both are self-stimulating. Try practicing. 
• Here’s an interesting read. ‘Marijuana’ from the fellow hippies I bump during my stay at Varanasi and Jaisalmer. Whaat? Sounds like vacationing at Marijuana County. And, what do ‘that’ mean…”hippies I bump’ (burp!).
• Gadgetry from Palika’s – that’s second-most favorite topping the chart. A word of caution. Nobody knows what you buy from Palika – the recipient will weigh it as ‘expensive’. (In fact, everybody fantasize of having the entire Palika feeds at hundred bucks or less.) 
• Dollops of Ganges water. Ah! Holiness…peace.

Would you guys be happy if I return empty-handed but stress relieved.

The Mystic India (2010) - Preparation Blues

Thursday, 4th Febraury 2010

Spend day droolin’ with Google Maps, a basic web mapping application and pin-up my routes. In fact, I been mapturbating on Google Earth and other Google Map since the morning and finally finished the first four lags of the journey route.

At first, it got all hotchpotches with my proclaimed mapscorificness till I deleted it and create a new one. (OK! I did that 7-times) but succeed. Now, I am posted on public domain…wondering how does that make any change to the world. Catch me at (http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?ie=UTF&msa=0&msid=108519497880101037863.00047eae7c888a16333d0) and puhleez don’t drop the poo.

Now, let’s go offline and check out for things to get done:

• I got Laundry fucked. It happens all the time. So, time to laundrying before I’m all set.
• My refrigerator is out of stock and desperately need a refill but I got Hamletian syndrome: “To be or not to be.”
• My travel bag has shrinked and can’t accommodate the best of clothing. (Hmph!) Dude, leave that sac at home, we need to be travellin' light. But what ‘bout my cosmetics
• Failed to calculate. Tried to estimate a few but Indian rickshaws, hotels, and auto-drivers don’t put their fare charts. How inconvenient.
• Where's the stash? The ATM machine smirks at me mockingly and throw an empty slip with smile. Salaries pending, invoices pending, bills pending…in fact, every both the debtors and creditors are struck with suspended animation and I’m waiting.

Hell’ya! How do I party now? (Jus’ throw a glue and be relaxed.)

The Mystic India - 2010 (Prelude)

Wednesday, 3rd February 2010

First thing first, a month-long or more holidays is much awaited. Time to get pampered and no pets, no parents, no office loads or Sunday blues…I’m goin’ on a vacation till I’m filled and ask no more. February 16! “…a good day to take a trip, especially to the shore. Jupiter can bring you a gift or a financial bonus especially if you have personal planets or the ascendant at 2 to 8 degrees of Pisces.”

Oh! I ain’t a believer to astrology unless it’s a favorable predictionment as I could see here posted in one of the gimmicked website here. Anyways, it serves my purpose so, roll-on. In fact, after much hookus for a ‘incredible holiday” I settled down with something that ‘instinctive holiday’ for my happy feet. And, thus the journal enfolds.

Hmm…let’s check it out dude, here's what we'll do:

• Couple of train journeys…bliss! In fact, the common thread that holds my month-long waywardness is ‘The Great Indian Railways’. Zimbly…loves the ever-punching mobile geckos, over-shaped mid 40s and yea! (not to forget) all tramp-stamped Paris Hilton lookalikes.
• Pilgrimage. OK, even a pilgreen need some penance for being sex-fed for 33-long years. But honestly, I find pilgrimages are the best places for photoholics like me. Interestingly, my travel plan (unknowingly) is a big mess of color from various parts.
• Sun-and-Sand. And, no beer included.
• Family reunions. Though not much excited about that but forcibly and yea! A way to compensate for my four-year elusive stay from folks back home.
• Tastamalicious Sojourns. (Read that carefully and don’t misinterpret…there’s nothing bout’ ass here.)

Now, what I need. Let me check and keep informed.