Kerala Chicken Fry- Kozhi Porichath

It’s been long time I wanted to make that red chicken fry, which is often showed in many movies, where it goes as a fine combination with different spirits (Kalluu… kallu). So, that (spirit) was the inspiration for me to try this. I think I was somewhat successful in this. Thanks for many youtube videos. I have combined different recipes to suit my taste and to go best with “daaru parties”. (Of course, spicy). One good thing is it is very easy to make and let us see how it is…
Ingredients [For 1 Kg chicken]

1. Chicken - 1 Kg [Medium size pieces]
2. Ginger paste - 6 inch
3. Dry Red chilies - 70 gm/ 25-30 nos
4. Red chili powder - 3Tsp
5. Chicken Masala - 3 Tsp
6. Turmeric - 1 Tsp
7. Vinegar - 2 Tsp
8. Soy sauce - 2 Tsp
9. Maida - 3 Tsp
10. Corn flour - 2 Tsp
11. Green chilies - 8 nos
12. Grated Coconut - 4 Tsp
13. Onion - 1
14. Curry leaves
15. Salt
16. Oil


How to make

Ginger paste marinate
· Add 1 tsp of vinegar to 3/4th portion of ginger paste.
· Add little salt.
· Marinate the chicken and keep it for 15 min.
Main Masala
· Boil the dry red chilies for 15 min in a closed vessel.
· Grind this to make a paste.
· Add the remaining ginger paste, 1 tsp of vinegar and the ingredients from 4 to 10 to the red chili paste. Add salt as per needed.
· Marinate the chicken and keep it for 30 min. Keep aside a little masala for mixing items 11 to 14.
Deep Fry
· Pour oil in a deep pan. [chicken should be fully merged]
· Heat it in high flame.
· Once the oil gets fully heated, simmer down. [Or else, chicken won’t get fully cooked. It will get burnt outside]
· Fry the chicken for 5 min then increase the flame.
· Once the chicken is 3/4th cooked, put the marinated onion, green chilies, coconut and curry leaves in the oil.
· Take out and put it in a tissue paper.
· Serve it hot.

Short term Dreamzzzzzz with my dollar- House extn.

As usual let me start with some crap intro for the topic. You will be wondering why I added “zzzzzz” along with the word “Dream” in the heading. Yup, house extension is staying as dream for months. So, I thought about writing that and free that plan from a mere dream to paper…or well, in fact to my blog. Actually I started this house extension plan with the idea of building a big house, or a “Villa”. This idea of building a house of my own in India, actually started and ended because of Senthil. He is my room mate in Chicago who built a 2800 Sq feet big house in his home town, Salem. I was so carried away with his idea of building ones own dream house. But at the same time, I was so carried away with his sleepless nights of his phone calls to his so called Engineer and shouts and fights with ICICI bank personnel for getting his loan money. I was so carried away with his tensions, that I dropped my plan of building a dream house. But I was all ready with the floor plans, elevation, interior designs, furniture designs, and my favourite..master bed-bath and entertainment room (attached bar, lol) designs.

After a while again the idea of building house popped in to my mind when Nitya (my cousin) were searching for a 3 Crore house in Seattle. But Senthil’s lesson was in mind which slightly (or drastically, what ever) deviated my plan of building a villa to renovating my existing small house. Actually it could not be said as renovating, but just extending on to the top. For accommodating my dream bed-bath and entertainment room, I must take the entire terrace floor. It was difficult to convince my parents to give a green for building just 2 rooms on the whole terrace area. Because when I told them about the idea of my bed-bath and beyond ( :) ), their idea was to build 2 bed rooms and a hall and good that they didn’t ask me to build a kitchen also there. When I told them the idea about my BAR, they literally freaked out. Its like giving me license to “drink”, but some how I convinced them. Now this Nitya has given some wonderful ideas, which I don’t know whether it will be practical. But she knows how to spend money for luxury.

Now I need to start the whole thing. For that, I asked some so called construction engineer (he call him self as engineer, god know where he studied his civil engineering), to draw a plan. As usual Palakkad engineer, he started giving some drastic ideas of conventional house with 2 bedrooms and telling the fundoo ideas of maximum utilization of available resources. Man, give me a break. Its my house and my money. Why cant he understand his costumers need and do his work? Now another “bright” idea struck my parents. They want to consult an astrologer or some “vasthu” guy to see if the construction is feasible there and to see where to keep my bath-bed and windows. I really don’t know how to convince every one and start the work.

But let me at least present my ideas here. Where to start? Ok, let us start from the entertaining section, my TV room- bar. I want that to be in a maximum contemporary style. Ceiling needs to be designed in coffered way to hold recessed lighting and spot lights, the wall needs to be little elevated to hold my LCD and pre-planned wiring for my home theater. And in the corner of the room, comes, my favorite spot- the Bar. The bar shelves needs to be fitted with spot lights, which points to each bottle, another rack to hold my beer-martini-whisky glasses and a plug point (which wont be visible) to accommodate the mixer for my cocktails. A granite top bar table with dim lights at the sides, and 2 bar chairs, and from the ceiling 2 spot lights on to it. The shelves on the wall need to be designed in contemporary styles, and I am all ready with the shelves designs. The whole entertainment room needs to be 1 feet step down. All the plug points need to be just 10 inches from the floor. No wiring needs to be in display whatsoever. Coming to the flooring, I prefer marble or granite. The entertainment room will be having a black-gray-white theme. So my couch, tables and bean bags will go in match with the color combination.

Now let us move to the bedroom. This also has a black-gray- white theme (A night theme). No external shelves. The room would have a hidden closet. A big sliding window, a door to my balcony, and very little furniture. I don’t prefer a dressing table in my bed room but no issues even if I have one.

If possible, I am planning to have one more small kiddy bedroom with a theme of pink or blue with lot of cartoons painted and contemporary shelves and lightings.
Now my major money eating room- The Bath. RED-BLACK combination. I need to bring a new concept a bath room dancer. So bath needs to be so spacious that one could dance. Toilet will be partitioned with a door. A big oval RED bath tub on a granite top with a Jacuzzi. The top must be spacious to hold lot of candles and dry flowers and spices. Bath room needs to be circuited with speakers for a light music and the switch to be hand reachable from the tub. I need a small shelf to hold one or two bottles of wine, near my tub. Next to my tub, I need 2 square mirrors and one square shelf in between, 2 washbasins on granite top. Next to that should be my glass shower cabin. Black tiles there. If space permits, I could have one more contemporary shelf. Bath room has 3 doors- One to bedroom, one to toilet and the other to dress closet. In between the toilet and closet doors, I could place a nice picture (I have drawn a lot…may be I could use one of them :) - May be Merlyn Monroe).

You might be wondering why I am not talking about the elevation. I am least bothered about it because I know my current house on which I am going to build the new one. So, I cannot expect much of a big deal in the new elevation. Just that, in my balcony which opens out from my bedroom needs to have some space, just to sit and relax and enjoy the Palakkad wind.
Budget? Haa…A good question. I am thinking the whole idea is a 7-8 Lakh plan. I really don’t know. But I need this badly. Now let me tell you a secret. I am planning to get marired. So if I bring a girl now to my current home, I do have a room, but privacy is so less. And besides, it’s just a marketing technique to make the girl fall for my bathroom if not for me.

I love my Destiny

Destiny! Dude, what are you up to? The answer is little complicated, but very interesting if I think about it. There are lot of controversy if we talk about destiny and decisions in life. I would rather say, decisions are out come of destiny.
So, why do I love destiny? Its too simple and if I put it in a single line, then, the reason is, “I am what I am”. I love the way I am, and destiny holds the soul responsibility. Its not all right that destiny always brings sadness, because people always relate destiny with some mishaps. “Oh, I got bad grade, just because of destiny”. What a blunt reasoning? I have heard no one saying, “I won a lottery because of destiny”.
Of course, one person is molded to a being with feelings and pain, because of destiny. Destiny carves the path for (and not “OF”) life. You get a feeling of love to a person because you are destined to do so. This suggests that you should never repent on what ever you have done, and what ever you are doing. Because you do things, which you feel is right at that moment. No one else is coming on your behalf to do things. Destiny is too wise or too cruel that it doesn’t send us heralds. It’s the way you see it. I can view it another way. The destiny is out come of character and vice versa. Destiny doesn’t make the French horn or trumpet sound around you, when you take an important decision. Everything has its own destiny. Let it be a star or be it an insect. Destiny is the mysterious tune to which you dance on. If you want to know what destiny has done to you, just hold your love’s hand tight and close your eyes and rest on the shoulders. You will realize how awesomest (my own word) is that feeling and you will learn to appreciate destiny. Holding your love’s hand is also because of destiny because you are destined to do so. Oh! Friend, don’t ask me why I am exlplaing the “holding hands” syndrome. It’s the bestest (again, my word) way of telling “You are my soul, you are what I have chosen!”. Holding hands is not at all childish. It’s the way to express security and a way to feel safe. Oh!! Again, Iam deviating from my topic, the destiny. So, my main intention of writing this is to tell that I am just loving the way I am and I an enjoying each and every moment of my life till this point of time. I give the credit to the mysterious music of my life- the destiny and to the God- The creator of Destiny

My hobbies..MS Paint Drawings

This is one of my hobbies, which I actually discovered in me, after I started my job. You might be thinking, the relation between the job and this hobby. Firstly, I started using computer often..Trust me, I do coding as well. Seriously, I know "if-else" and "for loops". Ok, now dont quiz me with that. As usual, I am drifting away from what I intended to say. Secondly, and most importantly, I had exterme free times. Not that I dont do my work, but there was a time in my so called professional career, when I used to sit hours, with out doing any thing. I was not alone; of sure, Orkut and google were there with me to give compay. Friends, dont think that I was on bench eating away my colleagues salary, I was in a billable project, making dollars to my company. So, in my child hood I used to draw with pencil, which is called pencil drawing. With paint, I am horrible. So, I thot of refreshing it, during my office times (free time). I can't take a drawing paper and draw pictuires sitting in the office. So, I thought of using this computer as a medium to refresh my drawing skills, though I didn't have much. Now I typed "mspaint" in the "run" and this wonderful white background presented itself to me. I dont know where to start and what to draw. I started to draw my old time school favourite, "scenary". Thats the word I use, ok? The scenary is, two hills and a rising sun and lots of "V"s. Didnt get what the "V" is? Its birds. Then I started applying paint to that pics. As usual, it sucked, and it turned out to be horrible. Now, I wanted to some thing else. The soul of a mechanical engineer started peep up. Yes, FYI, I was a mechanical engineer. So, I decided to draw something related to that. Dont ever think that I was planning to do some Machine Design drawings. I started to draw cars and jeeps and buses and what not. You must see those... Bus is like a BOX with 2 circles. Yes, the other 2 tyres cant be seen. Oh, forgot to tell; those circles are tyres and the box is the body of the bus. So after all flope stories of drawings, I went back to google again. Now I was searching for some images. I got a pencil sketch of "Jack Sparrow"- the pirates of caribbean. It was an awesome sketch by some one. So I thought of drawing it. But how can I do it in office. At least I must pretend that i am working. So again back to MS Paint. I kept the the picture side of the MS paint window and started to draw lines. This is for marking the height and width. Then I got the size of the image and I started using the controls of curved lines, staright lines, eraser etc. The main control which was too useful was the eraser. Becasue I never do things right for the first time. Its been following me all through my life. So after that, I got an out line of the picture. Then comes the use of lens control. the magnifier. This helps to have a close look at tha picture and with the use of different colors available and color pickers, I started doing the shades. So like that, I started drawing pictures. Or you could say, copying some else's pictures. But I really enjoyed it. Every one should have some hobby that they enjoy to the heart and vlue it the whole life. Next time I will talk about another hobby of mine. "The Chalk Carving"...


Vinay... This is the first actual portrait I drew... Of course there is a little resemblence.


Jack Sparrow... I knwo his mustaches sucks.... it was difficult to draw that part.




This is one of my favorite..Harry...







Kamal...his hair style in this pic sucks as well... This one ate like 6 hrs office time... :)

Yes...you are right..I started writing. That means that my mind is turbulent. I have seen many people till this moment of my life and people had different concept and different out look for the so called “life”. For some, family is their life..for some friends… and for majority, their own individualism. The last group, are very much biased to wards ones own rights and think that their wrongs are also right. They see this individualism as a religion and live for that, no matter they hurt others, make others cry or ironically make others laugh… Feelings for others are just like a old rusted pick up truck in the neighbor’s garage….That means, that they don’t care for it.

I am a person who belongs to the first group which I said in the first paragraph. I live for my family… I had sacrificed many things for my family because I know, where I am now and I am very much aware that, its because of my family. I know what bonding means..and bonding stays lively on expectations. This might sound you ironical but internally bonding, love, affection and care are tied together with expectations. If you don’t have expectations on a relations, you cant love that relation and if you care for some one, then you do that with some expectation…. If some one tell you, that he or she doesn’t care for you, as an ordinary human, can you care for him/her? You might tell that, you are so ideal and you never expects any thing from relations and you are so great that you just think about what you are giving and not what you are getting from others…absolute shit.. never ever it happens like that. As the saying goes “Secrets are not always secret”; secrets can have the mask of frustration, sadness or some un fulfilled expectations. These frustrations dwindle and just goes on dwindling till it breaks or till it comes out…. Breaking refers to the shattering of the soul and escaping out refers to successfully coming out of the tensions and this frustrations. People find different ways to hide this frustrations; one by calling themselves crazy… and they fear of sharing their frustration or feelings; these people are really cowards; and these people screw their whole life. Frustrations become maggots and they emerge out of the dead mind. Why this term coward is used here? Those people feel too insecure in this world and trust is just another English word to them. They feel that revealing their frustration as revealing their weak points. Those people very well know that they have a bad ego. Those people express themselves to the world as strong beings, but its just the opposite. I don’t think, these people could handle pressure. To escape out of these maggots, there comes a beautiful relation; people call this as “friend”. Every one have their own bad times and good times. It feels great to share those with your best’est’ friend. (Borrowing this non English term from one of my friend, I like this word very much). Its very difficult to identify a friend as the beste’est’. I feel that sharing your feelings with that person helps you a lot to come out of depression and frustration and of course you feel so special to that person and other way also. But in this world, there are only very few people who are so lucky to have such a relation whome you could trust.

I don’t know what was the purpose of this whole passage……

What to write

What to write now??? Jus feeling so turbulent….. what the hell? Feeling turbulent and restlessness means you want to write some thing? You are crazy man. Any way let me think about it.

I am like this. I want to do some thing which I myself call “creativity”, when my mind wander here and there, not being stagnant. Does it sound crazy? What ever… I once wanted to be a Picasso, (who is that …. ??? ). So I started painting in the walls of my house. Applied some oil and called it as oil painting. And it was my mother , with her nice nodes in my head, I slowly moved to paper. You know, drawing in paper is not that fun…. I once wanted to paint my whole house with black paint. (Why did I say it here..?) ,,aaaa…let it be. So the whole point in writing this crap is that I love painting and drawing. Yee hold on…not painting the house. Wow!! Painting the house will also be awesome na? But don’t dare to tell this to my dad. He will think of saving some bucks before next rainy reason.

By this time, another thing is evident. I like to speak craps and all nonsense that make sense only to those people who has got some sense to understand this nonsense. Huh!!! Whats this…? Never mind. Basically I like to talk and my passion is to talk. But never ever I had tried to talk on stage. Not that I am afraid of doing that, but I am afraid of meeting the audience after the performance.

Possessiveness. The word I hate most. Yuck!!! But you know I am one. J . I am really dwindled and curled and have a real affinity to that word. Does it sound contradicting? May be yes. I hate possessiveness and I am one. Folks, is it bad to be possessive on those, I love and care? When I fire a query to my inner mind it gives a result set as…………mmmm ohh shit..I am using a Database SQL language. Crap. Ok, what I meant to say is I want to love things to the deepest. Is it wrong to expect the same from my counterparts? If I see me from mirror, ie as a third person, I might say that you must never love a person or care a person expecting some thing in return. But, the question is am I an ideal man? Answer is never. I also have the feelings and I also expect a lot from others. Every one does it…rite? This feeling, that is, if I am not getting back the feeling in return, the bad face of possessiveness conquers me. I never want that to costume the face of selfishness and jealous. I loose my temperament and mask my inner soul, and I become vindictive. It’s just the matter of seconds to return back to my original soul and become amiable as before. But these seconds might fire words from my bloody mouth which could really prove fatal. And in the other side, I like people who are possessive on me. I really love that. But when I see my past, I never find one who was my reflection.

About immaturity. Am I immature? Dear, I didn’t mean the literal meaning of that. I have seen the world for a quarter century. But how many years gave me the real insight and proper out look. I am so immature to comment on this. Yes, there comes the immaturity. What I feel is right today , I am feeling it as wrong the next day. Why is it like that? Does that happen to all humans? I am having full confidence in what I am doing today, but when situation change, I am too drifting my stands. I strongly believe that this is because, I not having any support. If I get a good companion, I will be always supported and encouraged. Where ever I fall, I could raise up with extra delight. At present, the decision point is evaluated by only me, and I really hate doing that because many a times, I have found my selection as blunder and a phase of stupidity. I want a companion who understands everything and is a real reflection of my identity.

I like people to be straight forward and frank. In the present scenario of competition and race, I know its too difficult to be diplomatic if you are frank. But I think I am not at all diplomatic, as my frankness covers everything spits on my face. Why should I change my personality just to survive in this monetary market? Will it serve me in the long run? If I become diplomatic in the market, will it adversely affect my personality? I will be like what I am now. May be if I would have changed my self and had become little political, I would have reached a bit far. But I like where I am and I am thankful to the almighty for his reservation for me at this place.

I wanted to write more...But its time for me to leave from the office... :) :) so next episode, the same time same day next week... :) (lame joke na...I know...)

Call this shit!!!

Its just the desperation of feeling too lonely which prompted me to scribble this shit.Why people come to this dollar land. Of course to make some mint money, multiply it by 45..oops!!!now its 40, use the shitty website mone2india and heap the balance there in India. Me too here in this land with the same dream. But some times in my deepest thoughts I want to settle here, but dear, think my beautiful and the colorful past.Time just runs geometrically.But what made mark, is so important.

Film rolls back...sepia images getting clear..

Its June 1985, the first day to my school. Behind my Dads scooter, wearing a huge rain coat, and a small water bottle on to my neck...It was raining heavily. Tasting the water coming from my face, I saw crying children all around.. Suddenly I also busted out in to tears. My Dad, trying hard to leave me there and go to his office and I still remember, me holding his pants, and crying to go with him....But as usual, all in vain. It’s the kick off.
Ball rolls and rolls…. I became a so called software engineer. A drastic shift from a practical Mechanical Engineer to a diplomatic software engineer . I too became the same victim, like the present youth, who shaped his feet according to the costly available shoe.

Now, thousands of miles away from my own soil, crossing seven seas and seven lands, I am here. What to gain and what to loose. Only time will prove that. Gone are those days, when I played in the rain, enjoyed the beauty of rain drops, dropping from mango tree infront of my sweet home. The days are so far behind when I climbed the mango tree and studied sitting on my favourite branch, eating mango, dipped in chilli powder and salt. Thought of the same itself is really mouth watering.Missing the days playing cricket in the ground in front of my house. Searching in the near by canal for 5 rupee ball for hours. The joy and the thrill after getting back the ball were extreme. Then again back to game, with no tensions and no issues. Missing those precious moments of sitting on the temple wall with my friends and talking all sorts of nonsense. May be those nonsense gave me some sense. The festival time at our temple near my house- That’s one of the important occasions I really want to be there, every year. The sound of chenda and panjavadyam, are not comparable with anything. That time, me and my friends used to have some beer and enjoy the rhythm of chenda and panjavadyam. The beauty of elephant…Really miss the time when we pretend to be all-in-all for the festival and try to help the girls coming there, for lighting the lamps in the thaalam. Girls will be so cute and traditional in the way they dress and more attractive when their face gets clear by the light from the “thaalam and velakku” (lamp).
My village is so beautiful and it will be great fun to ride bike through the road which cuts the vast green paddy fields. Roads are like snakes going through the grass. When I stand in the small shop during the heavy rains, I really hated the rains. But now I really want to enjoy that. Or just go out in the road and get wet completely and reach house, get some nice scoldings from my mom and have hot cup of coffee, and to sit in my couch and have the remote of my TV in hand and just lie there for hours. What a feeling man…. I really miss that time.
Family, my sweet family. The days when I fight with my brother who is 10 years younger to me, and always I get scolding from my dad for making him cry. He is so pet to my parents. And of course to me! When I will get back those days when my mom used to serve me and my brother food from the same plate. I really miss those time when we all go to temple together and stand in queue with a long petition to the God ! The day, when I was rolling on the ground around the Guruvayur temple, whole wet and my mom, dad and brother behind, all praying for me, for my well being and for my heights of success.

Now alone in this windy city of Chicago. Trying to run the time wheel in an extreme pace so that I could at least enjoy the smell of my soil, get my mom’s hug, fight with my brother and of course get some advice from my Dad. Here in this big city all the relations are purely situational. No importance to any permanent serious relations. Its just a deal. No value for commitments; a purely mechanical monotonous life. Relations are build on thread bridge, any time it can break and the people here are so mature (I don’t know if its), that they take it too cool and as part of day today life. This is a place where people think their own individuality as supreme priority. People are so diplomatic that they can just get out of any sort of so called strong relation in a quick split of second. Here heart is yet another organ in the body. People act from the brain and not from their heart. This proves the situational behaveour of the people here. Folks here are used to such kind of attitude and those sort of people go hand in hand. But till how much time they will go hand in hand? Till a notice with a header “DIVORCE” or till word “BREAK-UP”. Is this life? Am I here for this?

Never.. I have a cute loving and caring family behind, I need to get there. Or should I be here for another 2 years? Am I also becoming situational? Am I adapting to this forbidden culture. I am in a real dilemma. As said earlier let the time prove my decision. After all god is there all above.

I spared only one rose
for you...just for you
to present you
when you recognize me atlast
I spared only one song
in my heart
to sing for you
when you recognize me atlast
In my dreams I feel your love.
I cant describe how much
Important you are for me.....
I love to be with you forever
I pray to god,
That I must never loose
this wonderful feeling...
That much I love you
That much I care you
When you tell about your friends
I feel jelous of them,
When you talk to your friends,
I feel possessive on you,
That much I love you
That much I care you
Not for glory or not for fame,
Its just the feeling, I wrote.