Tandoori Nights

After long hours of battle within conscious, the axial dendrites seem to lose charge, the reflexes are quite lazy to guide through the blog, however being at this old friend is always a laudable endeavor apart from certain changes with the vocab levels being held up at a new high (thnx to Q), it was sweet to say the least for the coded comprehension to be tabled.
I certainly affirm that you'll have better times being here.

Apart from the constant rants happening in life, i grew over a new fascination this weekend, to explore and galore through an Anglo - Persian (i dunno if i put that right) term 'tandoor'.

A Tandoor (Armenian: Թոնիր) is a cylindrical clay oven used in cooking and baking. The stuff kept inside is cooked under intense temperatures, with the outcome being quite remarkable in terms of flavor. (Refer: Tandoori Chicken, Chicken Tikka etc..)

Going through the status updates at facebook, struck me at a one liner, which apprehended that a roasted (Tandoori) piece of meat actually is more worth than in its lively state.

Having said that, and browsing through all the possible usage of the term i wonder which sane lyricist came up with "Tandoori Nights"(a Bollywood song). Well the tune is quite mesmerizing when all your senses have had over loading shares of disgust, disbelief, dis honored, dis stressed experience, with even the oxygen choking through the bronchi-oles the nasal melody breathes in a new brand in flavor.

In a state of mind which is being appreciative of the rare archives of the glorious Indian music industry I no longer deem to analyze any of its further consequences, something at the back of the mind propelled this urge to take a dig at some situations happening around. It seems that all of them have their own bite of sugar and spices.Well interesting !!

With soaring temperatures over Moscow, the smog over the city have brought about the worst economic and health crisis in the country and with more and more women shedding if their coverings Mr. Putin is certainly having an awesome period of Tandoori Nights.
The BP oil spill off the gulf of Mexico gave the Obama administration and the CEO of the enterprise, its own peculiar flavor of Tandoori Nights.

Tandoori nights may not necessarily be the lighted up festive experience as it is incomplete without the flames that engulf through the molecules of the dead meat, so it may vary in experiences within its allowable limits. It might be a painful, uncomfortable experience or maybe one of the hottest nights !! Anyways after failing once again in all aspects of professional and personal life, created a greater void to accommodate all the random adverbs, plurals and vibes to hide through the incompetency levels and avoid emotions linked with the ultimate failure.

So once again getting into the taste of Mr. Reshammiyya's (from the nasal - the creator and mentor of the most enterprising tune) tune the current organizers of the Common Wealth Games 2010 (CWG - '10) are having a Tandoori Night with regard to the completion of the infrastructure to host a successful event.

The Greek financial are grueling through their worst ever economic slum burst as the whole nation brinks on the verge of bankruptcy voila.. "tadoorious nightious !" (trying to sound along the lines of Zeus and Hephaestus !!)
Touring over France and Deutschland the law makers are quite affirmative that an obnoxious secret flavor (may be a Tandoori ) emerges behind the black veil (and so they have to implement a ban) as Mr. Sarkozy dares to imagine a plastered Carla Bruni which would certainly obstruct the sleazy Tandoori Nights that both of them share amidst the glare of some vanilla candles. It wouldn't be long that we have a TV advertisement promoting "kozyforce" contraceptives (instead of Manforce®™).

Well I just realized the 15th of the month just got away, as it certainly carries numerous significances apart from being illustrative that half the month is gone and their still another half to be live upon.

Coming to the 15th, the Indians celebrated their 63rd Independence Day as the Blue turbanator flew atop the historic Red Fort(well the color combination was absolutely gay to watch !!).
Independence certainly have different meanings for different people in the country. Most of the bureaucrats and top leaders believe in independently accumulating enormous amounts of so called "public wealth" and actually make the ordinary countrymen in-dependent.
Tandoori Nights - poor countrymen..

Moving on, I would certainly lent honest wishes for all those whom the 15th matters !
Well so much about the country reminded me of the meanings of Independence from the eyes of scholars i.e. a freedom (independence) of speech and expression. I take this grand opportunity to openly express my views and reviews on different aspects and people.. ( independent to use the names !!)

The little bug inside my cerebrum suggests me that I'm free to criticize the Obama's, punch remarks on the French, concern over Iran, help Pakistan flood victims, voice concerns over military siege in Uganda, monitor the growing relations between Mr. Chavez and Cuba, wonder when does the next Rio festival begin, or simply think and express my feelings on Tandoori Nights !

Coming along, approximately 15 days before the actual 15th a little molecule of salt water gasped its final moments on the edge of the semi organic cliffs of a sparsely haired semi - manly chest, as Ms. Anuja dissolved herself into the solvent of her hubbies love.
Come 15th the reds went on reds as the lips locked in the rear of a speeding German engineered automotive on an Arabian highway, smudging into an air of eternity and divinity a sparkling drop of fluid emerged of the french kiss bearing a new gene (A^A !!).

I wonder about the share of Tandoori Nights that the molecules of air and water went through !

Keeping a track of the air around, the yellow walls of the 8th villa down street bore down the temperatures of lifetime as Mr. Rashid closed down with his breath on a mobile device, the person on the other side being open for guesses. The entire scene was as though he could feel the presence of the anonymous on the slippery walls.

I wonder why do I wonder about the Tandoori Nights of the molecules ! Poor wall !

Clinging on with the same creature Mr. Rashid envied as Mr. Advait hugged on with Ms. Miti at some black background (http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#!/photo.php?pid=14344008&id=653235726&ref=fbx_album), but I always thought Mr. Rashid wanted his Tandoori Nights with a special "Ms. **..", well you never know the scenarios seem to be complementing the names along !
Anyway it was a cute picture to say the least.. apart from the Tandoori Nights !!

Let me remind all .. I feel quite Independent today !!

Holding along with my beloved molecules Ms Zakiya prays to lord each day that the tattered over bridge connecting her village with the hubbies vicinity don't get damaged in the rains or floods else Mr Shadab would be stranded with his procession midway ... aaah !! only wondering for the Tandoori Nights to come ..

So having almost touched up every possible link of mine and exploring the entire possibilities and probabilities of tandoori nights I wish to share a link and request every one to lend some time and jingle through !! the jinga lala !! Tandoori Nights !!!

signing off..
mE 'n mA lonE souL

Disclaimer: Any resemblance to any one living or dead in the article is purely coincidental.
I duly respect the existence and rights of all the chickens and its related Animals.

The Link: http://dc165.4shared.com/img/60703979/a1690148/dlink__2Fdownload_2FZuK5eGua_3Ftsid_3D20100805-002913-555058db/preview.mp3