Of Fish Curry and Green Leafy Vegetables
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“Fish”, tall and thin, as tall and thin as you can get them, walked out of the busy M place really proudly, nestled in a green basket amidst a small dainty chick and assorted powders. She was not exactly what you would call a head whirler, but was tall and thin and fair and did manage to get a few heads turned in her direction. So it was that “Wild Pumkin”, strumming that elusive tune on the wooden rack where he sat, set eyes upon her. It was not quite the “Love at First sight” thingie, in fact not even second or very many to come or so they said. They vehemently declared for many years to come that it was not love at all, but we all knew then as we know now what it was. So as Fish ramped out making her own style statement as she went, he continued his drumming unaware that a certain Missus was haggling for a better price for the drum-strummer.
It was so freezing cold, but she sitting in the arid zone on top felt it more than him. At least he had the comfort and warmth of the fellows of the Green school, who were at present talking about M S Swaminathan and what the Green revolution would do to them. They looked disdainfully upwards at the arid zone from where the chattering of teeth could be heard only too clearly. A few of the Green scholars were mildly attracted to Fish, but did everything to make the others believe the contrary, fearful of the others’ wrath. Only Wild Pumpkin, while declaring over and over again that it was just vegetarian considerations that he was showing her, gave her the one warm plastic cover that he had with him. This, those horrible humans called chivalry.
Missus, the absent minded person that she was forgot all about the Green scholars and the fish and it was several fish years later that she realized it and while uttering “Oh Fishie fish” discarded volumes of plastic sheet.
Sweet sunshine, at last! All the Green scholars were huddled together in an all too important meeting on the green meadows. It was talk about the Genetic Modification that was the buzz word going on amongst the Humans, which they had over heard from the cold zone. While they were still warming up to their discussion, here were sprawled on the grass Wild pumpkin and Look Ho Look, who was next to him but our very own Fish. They were warming up to each other, him showing(off)some drumming and her joining along adding some lyrics.
So it was that they were creating music of their own, while the greens and the non-greens fought along mindlessly. This was how they met day after day, that summer and many more summers to come, the pretext being music, but we all know only too well how they were slowly but surely falling head over heals in love with each other.
Four long years went by and they decided to start an eatery, where one cooks to music, where the spices are blended with music and it would be really divine, not divine music but a whole divine out of the earth feel to it. Fish donned an apron that Wild Pumpkin had got her and he was wearing a smart tie that Fish had tailored herself and to wild cheers from the greens and the non-greens they cut the ribbon to start off their eatery. For this special day, they had procured all the vegetables and fish from the M place. It was sure to be a smashing hit, with Fish making a special Pumpkin dish; Pumpkin cleaning some fish which would soon become cutlets. The aroma from their cookery room was breath taking and a small crowd gathered around them to watch them work their magic through spices, masala and beautiful music emanating from their throats, each taking off where the other left. At times, they joined together and the chorus was too breathtakingly beautiful. They had this way of looking into each others eyes, and those moments when the eye contact was made their eyes had a glitter and spoke volumes which no amount of talking could. All this while, their fingers were working their way through the dishes at hand. Fish finished the garnishing and it was all ready to be savored and all around the beets with their pouted pink lips and red hot carrots, suave and sexy joined in unison to make slurping noises.
Wild pumpkin walked up to the kitchen sink, picked a bunch of red spinach, washed them clean, bundled them together and went down on his torso, and asked Fish, “Will you, Will you, sing to my tunes, give new meaning to cuisine with me, unite with me, become mine and simply mine”. He did not have to wait for an answer he already knew all these years and took a bite of the pumpkin dish that fish had created with her own sweet hands. The calm, quiet radish, watched the proceedings too moved to speak, while the onions joined in the momentous occasion amidst their teary eyes, only this time they were Tears of Joy, Tears from Heaven. As they raised a toast to the new found life of Fish and Wild Pumpkin, all the greens, and non-greens went click click click on this new device called “The Camera” for what were Kodak Moments.
The union of Fish Curry and Wild Pumpkin was attended with much joy and merriment and a new recipe went down in history for years to come. Truly A La Carte! They all chorused.
“Fish”, tall and thin, as tall and thin as you can get them, walked out of the busy M place really proudly, nestled in a green basket amidst a small dainty chick and assorted powders. She was not exactly what you would call a head whirler, but was tall and thin and fair and did manage to get a few heads turned in her direction. So it was that “Wild Pumkin”, strumming that elusive tune on the wooden rack where he sat, set eyes upon her. It was not quite the “Love at First sight” thingie, in fact not even second or very many to come or so they said. They vehemently declared for many years to come that it was not love at all, but we all knew then as we know now what it was. So as Fish ramped out making her own style statement as she went, he continued his drumming unaware that a certain Missus was haggling for a better price for the drum-strummer.
It was so freezing cold, but she sitting in the arid zone on top felt it more than him. At least he had the comfort and warmth of the fellows of the Green school, who were at present talking about M S Swaminathan and what the Green revolution would do to them. They looked disdainfully upwards at the arid zone from where the chattering of teeth could be heard only too clearly. A few of the Green scholars were mildly attracted to Fish, but did everything to make the others believe the contrary, fearful of the others’ wrath. Only Wild Pumpkin, while declaring over and over again that it was just vegetarian considerations that he was showing her, gave her the one warm plastic cover that he had with him. This, those horrible humans called chivalry.
Missus, the absent minded person that she was forgot all about the Green scholars and the fish and it was several fish years later that she realized it and while uttering “Oh Fishie fish” discarded volumes of plastic sheet.
Sweet sunshine, at last! All the Green scholars were huddled together in an all too important meeting on the green meadows. It was talk about the Genetic Modification that was the buzz word going on amongst the Humans, which they had over heard from the cold zone. While they were still warming up to their discussion, here were sprawled on the grass Wild pumpkin and Look Ho Look, who was next to him but our very own Fish. They were warming up to each other, him showing(off)some drumming and her joining along adding some lyrics.
So it was that they were creating music of their own, while the greens and the non-greens fought along mindlessly. This was how they met day after day, that summer and many more summers to come, the pretext being music, but we all know only too well how they were slowly but surely falling head over heals in love with each other.
Four long years went by and they decided to start an eatery, where one cooks to music, where the spices are blended with music and it would be really divine, not divine music but a whole divine out of the earth feel to it. Fish donned an apron that Wild Pumpkin had got her and he was wearing a smart tie that Fish had tailored herself and to wild cheers from the greens and the non-greens they cut the ribbon to start off their eatery. For this special day, they had procured all the vegetables and fish from the M place. It was sure to be a smashing hit, with Fish making a special Pumpkin dish; Pumpkin cleaning some fish which would soon become cutlets. The aroma from their cookery room was breath taking and a small crowd gathered around them to watch them work their magic through spices, masala and beautiful music emanating from their throats, each taking off where the other left. At times, they joined together and the chorus was too breathtakingly beautiful. They had this way of looking into each others eyes, and those moments when the eye contact was made their eyes had a glitter and spoke volumes which no amount of talking could. All this while, their fingers were working their way through the dishes at hand. Fish finished the garnishing and it was all ready to be savored and all around the beets with their pouted pink lips and red hot carrots, suave and sexy joined in unison to make slurping noises.
Wild pumpkin walked up to the kitchen sink, picked a bunch of red spinach, washed them clean, bundled them together and went down on his torso, and asked Fish, “Will you, Will you, sing to my tunes, give new meaning to cuisine with me, unite with me, become mine and simply mine”. He did not have to wait for an answer he already knew all these years and took a bite of the pumpkin dish that fish had created with her own sweet hands. The calm, quiet radish, watched the proceedings too moved to speak, while the onions joined in the momentous occasion amidst their teary eyes, only this time they were Tears of Joy, Tears from Heaven. As they raised a toast to the new found life of Fish and Wild Pumpkin, all the greens, and non-greens went click click click on this new device called “The Camera” for what were Kodak Moments.
The union of Fish Curry and Wild Pumpkin was attended with much joy and merriment and a new recipe went down in history for years to come. Truly A La Carte! They all chorused.
posted by OtherHalf at 4:36 AM
4 Comments:
My dear Chef, cooking all these lovely tasty curries is truly ingenious of you. And the Fish and the wilder pumpkin, we pay our humble salutes to thee!
Gif
Fish wants to also say
your story of perfect match
is most perfect indeed!
Gif
Awesome!
I hope Fish n Wild Pumpkin treat you to a scrumptious meal...and while u are at it, parcel some to me too :)
Thanks all of you. Needless to say all the cuisine was cooking beautifully in front of me and all I had to do was to go back a few years, rewind, replay and the rest as they say is all history!!
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