Cheetah-Leopard-Jaguar

So this is a topic which generates confusion. What is the difference between

• Cheetah
• Leopard
• Jaguar
• Panther

Are they all different species or similar. Are they related?
Actually the Cheetah is smaller than the Leopard & the Jaguar.The last two are different species, both sturdy and built to climb trees.

And a Panther may be a black Leopard and/or Jaguar.

Topic	Cheetah	Leopard	Jaguar
Tear Lines	On the face	No	No
Black Spots	Evenly spaced Oval black spots	Complex Flower like black spots called Rosettes	Bigger Rosettes with spots in the centre.
Region	Parts of Africa & Asia	Parts of Africa & South Asia	Parts of South America.
Others	Small Head	Robust head & body Structure. Climbs on trees & Stalks prey	Robust head & body Structure. Climbs trees

You can be what you want to be

It's funny how many times we hear this phrase "You can be what you want to be"....sounds like wishful thinking.....

I even get to hear "you live in an idealised world..wake up...get real." or "yeah..This sounds good in books....not in real life"...so on.

Where words fall short, actions come afront to dazzle us :)

Oscar Pistorius lives yet another of his days that infuses reality into idealism as he runs off to glory in the London Olympics 2012.

 

Known as the blade runner, this man from South Africa debuted yesterday in the able-bodied London Olympics after a long struggle & litigations that overturned the International Committee's decision (of blocking him from the events). He posted a second-place finish in a 400m heat guaranteeing a place in today's final race. He is the first double amputee to compete at the Olympics.

The athelete's legs were amputed below the knee before his first birthday & runs with the aid of carbon fibre artificial limbs. He has come up to win numerous medals in international events.

It is an honour to watch "the fastest man on no legs" sprint on the tracks of the greatest sporting event!

And that's how it is done

Well, after being pretty much impressed by the Smoked-Flambe-Pasta at a pasta place, the cook in me was inspired to try it out..

”Food on fire”, “Smoked”, “Roasted”...I didn't have a clue what was it called....several google searches later, I finally found the word, “Flambe”...meaning “flamed” in French.

Ah, so there it was.... But I could not find a single page which would tell me the secret to replicate the flambe without alcohol :-/ I was like damn these firangs, puting alcohol in food as well :P

I was damn sure the pasta place did not use alcohol, nor do the awesome cooks in India.

So...

Some RnD later, I found out the secret... thought of sharing it with people who wanna try it :)

Steps:

1. Put the (thick) pan on high flame for about a min. 
2. Pour in some cooking oil and some more flame.
3. Raise the pan and shake it while adding 2 spoons of the paste*

paste*= Giner-garlic paste, half a lemon, some sugar and some water (I used this)...

Well believe it or not, there was some awesome fire, even after putting the pasta toppings on it...

And the pasta was delicious....and by the way, the hand in the pics is mine :)

A Walk-In-The-Rain-2!!

…Continued from here

Tiki Mausi gives concerned looks to my cover-up-smile & leaves for some work. She’s phrased it in words, Out-Loud, the question silently creeping in my mind & left me to deal with it.

TIP Foundations, an enterprise, a dream fermenting over last 8 years… All efforts to plan it out since last 2 years… An ambition to set things right in the country I love… An ambition to get my friends together… A dream to Live / Die for…

A MTech degree from an University, primarily to compliment TIP Foundations; to gather related expertise, knowledge, contacts & experiences…

A new job, promising a handsome salary & new venues to explore…

You quit your 1^st ever company, holding a nice position to pursue your dreams… You come home to realise all of your friends are too busy fighting their lives… You somehow try to make things happen, but your energy keeps falling short… Your application for the MTech & the hushed up Delhi tour… Your mausaji’s forcibly uploading of your resume on the internet, so that you could get back to the conventional path of earning… As you start getting calls for job interviews, your state of complete confusion… And to make things intense, your policy of not-objecting unless you’re sure of holding a strong, valid ground…

As you stand evaluating your options, your mind wanders off into a world of its own. May be it doesn’t want to do the hectic calculations & own the risk of taking a decision towards shaping your destiny. Seems it also knows the magnitude of variation each path would lead to.

As you stand staring at the open, green fields, lightning strikes & yeah there you are standing, feeling the “baaris k chhinte” (dash of raindrops brought in by the wind) of the 1^st rains of the season on your face J …. You see some teens playing football in the rains… Some voluntarily falling & wading through the small muddy puddles… You somehow have the urge to join them… doesn’t matter that you don’t know them… Somehow your mind says, “Yeah right!! You are 25 not 15 anymore!! :P” Before the argument in your head could possibly intensify, its twilight & with the setting sun, the boys end the party n head home…

The monsoon has a healing effect of its own… You are moved by a flashback… Those wonderful days of childhood…

The eager wait for heavy rains, hoping it forces your school management to declare a rainy-day-holiday J … The eager wait to wear your new raincoat to school… But somehow every time the lashing-heavy-rains managed to stop just at 9:30am, when you start for school and you are forced to spell out curses under your breath :P After all, when can you use your new raincoat if not in this season…

In the evening, when mummy comes home, your searching looks at her hands, to see if she’s bought some garam garam (hot-fried delicacies) Aloo-chop, Baraa, Singadaa, Piyaaji, Baigani for you & your delight to find either she or papa have them packed for you JJ

The mere thought makes your mouth water & you are smiling before you even realise it… You miss those days… Wish someone was there with you to enjoy the awesome climate… You sms a friend asking if she wants to join you & shoot off for a walk-in-the-rain!!

You somehow miss a combination… The 1^st rains, a long ride on the bike with her sitting behind (all scared!), with the hot-fried-delicacies & a cutting-chai on a halt on the way… You wish she was in the same city with you…

As you walk on, you see some people enjoying the 1^st rains, some trying to look as if they tried their best not to get wet… Bells ringing high with prayers in a small temple on the footpath… The large sewage swelling like a mini river beneath the bridge on the way… You pause on the bridge to wonder at the once-stagnant brine-sewage turned into a vibrant & lively-flow of brackish waters!! A guy standing on a bridge, getting soaked, looking at the flowing bottoms does attract some stare for obvious reasons ;) And you decide to turn your way back still happily enjoying the rains…

I somehow feel, you ought to be in India to enjoy the rains…

All my childhood days, I used to think, how cool it would be to enjoy the rains in a foreign country, where you can splash the roadside puddles (without thinking of all the dirt & cow dung it could have possible washed in), where roads are supposedly clean… And when in California, I couldn’t really enjoy the rains because of the chilling winds that accompany or may be because one is not exposed to the burning heat before the season of the rains :P … Whatever the reason be, it’s the monsoons in India this time and am loving it!!

After a long walk, when you head back & stroll inside the society roads; with the outside din of the traffic dying out, the din inside you rises in pitch for you to make a final call… Which path to take??

The rain slows down, you head back to the dry n warm comfort of home; to change n sit like a good boy before Tiki Mausi is back :P

As you reach home, you see a text reply from her, wishing she could join you. Again, a smile covers your lips… & this time it's not a cover-up-smile... You may not have found an answer to the boiling hot question, but you have been healed to stand up & face it!!