Samosa-A Rejoinder
My dear friend and respected fellow-Muse-ician Dr T S Chandra Mouli ji,an eminent poet, translator and critic,was so taken up with my piece on Samosa, that he responded with a short and sweet poem spontaneously and sent it to me care of my personal e-mail id.
I am glad that my post brought out the poet in him and so I take the liberty of posting his poem with a few touches here and there,for the readers to enjoy and respond !
A passable English translation follows the original poem
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Respected Broca ji,
Namaskar
Mere jawab mein naan maska hai naan chutney bhari thaali. (plate)
Sirf hazir hai,le lijiey, hamari dher saari taali.(clapping)
I too love samosas very much
I too love samosas very much
But don’t eat them now as such,
Kyon ki cholestrol badh jaaney ka hai darr,
Thirty years ago, “Luqmi” khoob khayee, parr,
Uss ka divine naam bhool gaya thaa
Aap nein firr yaad dilaya-so shukriyaa
Yaadein puraani ho jatee hain
Magar samosa tazaa reh jaata hai
Khiltey phool jaise,hastey dil jaisey
Samosa hamarey khayalon mein,
Hamaari yaadon mein,bass jaata hai
Arrey koyee mujhey yeh tau batao
Jo samosa naan khaa paaye,
Kya woh zinda kehlata hai ?
Nahin dosto,mera manana hai
Woh zinda hotey bhi murda hai jaano
Woh chaltey firtey bhi ek laash hai maano.
Yaaro, khao samosey pet bhar kar
Firr so jao palang pey chadar odh kar
Naan jaaney firr doctor kab mana karr dey
Aur samosey ko hum sey judaa karr dey
Abb kha lo,phir kahan milega yeh swadisht tukda
And grant us an entry into his heavens-our rightful place to be in !!
Kaise dikhaogey khuda ko apna yeh mukhda ?
Firr kab nasseb mein hoga samosa merey yaaro
Cholestrol-volestral ko maaro goli merey pyaaro !
Main bhi khaaoon,aap bhi shokh sey khaaein
Do-chaar samosey khuda ko bhi parcel karwaaein
Tabhi woh hamaarey gunnah bakshh degaa,
Aur hum sabb ko jannnat mein jagah degaa!!
Dey taali !!!
Cheers !
Mouli.
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Friends,Dr Mouli can be reached at : tscmouli@hotmail.com
Friends,Dr Mouli can be reached at : tscmouli@hotmail.com
E..N…J..O…Y…!!
Here’s my translation too :
My answer to your post isn’t buttering or chutney in a plate
Here,accept my clapping, though I am a bit too late
But I had forgotten its name some how
I too love samosas very much
But don’t eat them now as such,
For I fear adding more to that what they call cholestrol,dear
Around thirty years ago I had tasted a lot of luqmi I fear
Thanks my dear friend,for reminding me about it now.
Memories can somtimes be forgotten and also often fade
But the taste of tasty samosa will be ever fresh for decades
Like the flowers that always smile,
And hearts that always sing
Samosa remains for ever etched in my mind
As a royal snack that’s fit for kings.
Pray someone do tell me please
A man who eats not a samosa
Is he or can he said to be alive ?
No my dearest friends,I believe ,
He is not living but you will agree
He is nothing except a mobile dead body.
So friends,gorge on samosas,till you fill your belly
And go to bed unworried,says my friend Kitty Kelly !
For I know not when my good doctor
May delete samosas from list of items of my diet
So eat them now,not never, or you’ll miss them
Before you go to God, when its time to kick the bucket !
I ain’t sure when samosas again,I will ever eat
Cholestrol ?-ah, to heck with it, go for your hearty treat.
Let me eat ’em,you too enjoy ’em, with passion,non-stop
Let’s courier a few of them to our friend up there-God !
Only then will He forgive us our tresspasses or such sins
Clap ! Clap ! Clap !
Thanks for making my week-end, a pleasure.
From samosa to luqmi– our really national treasure !!
Dr.T S Chandramouliji
Thanks a ton, Sir.You made my day.It’s tangy, crispy, tastier since you made it so.Your blog and the postings there in are always impressive and you show how to lead life comfortably.
Bahut Badiya hai, sir jee.
Greetings, this is a genuinely absorbing web blog and I have cherished studying many of the content and posts contained on the web site, keep up the outstanding work and desire to read a good deal more stimulating articles in the future.
Jitoo bhai Saheb, thanks a million for your love and kindness in giving a shape to my response. You turned a lump of clay into a beautiful flower vase. In Sarojini Naidu’s poem the lump of clay is angry with the man who turned it into an urn. But here the lump is grateful to you. Best regards.
TSChandra Mouli, Hyderabad
Oct 18, 2010
Kya baat hai !! Samosey ko aap ney amar bana diya. Pet bhar khaaye, dono samose, phir bhi rahi bhooki, aur kuch samoson ke liye intezaar karti hoom.
K Pankajam, Chennai
Oct 19, 2010
Ah, Samosa – the very mention makes one hungry! No wonder it has even found a place among the Muses.
Malsawmi Jacob, Mumbai
Oct 19, 2010