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The Minara Masjid twinkles a glorious light green under a cloud of tiny fairy lights as chaos entralls the streets below. In what now has become an annual Ramzan treat for me I decided to haunt the Khao Galli at Mohammed Ali and yes ofcourse savour every lastbit of food I could find.

The red hot charcoal solder as the smoke rises through the tenderised chicken and kebabs into the air, wafting into my nostrils, air such divine. It’s a frenzied scene as full pitched bazaar flows by with smiles and sighs under the green glow of the well adourned mosque and the orange glow from the alleviating traffic behind me. I glance at my wrist watch and it blinks backs 00:00 am at me. I frown in disbelief think out aloud, “It can’t be tomorrow already, the city is alive and awake” My words at any other time would have been audible but today they seem to have been drowned by the life around me.

“Aao Aao Sahb, Mensahb .. Humare Badiya Khana Khao”, “{Come one and all try out our delecious fare} shouted the man next to me in his crisp white kurta and colourful skull cap. Seeing that I was paying him some eye contact he diverted his sales touts to my directions.
People think Indian Bazaars are haphazard, I disagree each market has a finely planned out anatomy. Just like when you’re in a department store and you find the Womens section on the first floor, childrens on the second, and mens wear on the third or sometimes on the fourth depending on where they want to put the lifestyles stuff. In the same way the midnight bazaar has womens shoes, everything from skilettos to juttis on the outer rim. There is also other stuff hair-bands, clothes, costume jewellery etc etc but since I’m not the target consumer I ignore. I by pass the shoes with out second look and move on directly to the good stuff, the food. Back to the anatomy we have the dazzling variety of methais [sweets] and food of all shapes and sizes on the left. Food Court Style yet outdoor very cool.

I was there for the sweets and Suleman Usman Bakery was the place to enjoy them. Phirnis, Maalpuas yum. I lapped down a rich and creamy kesar Phirni till my plastic spoon scrapped the bottom of the terrecota cup it was served in. The Maalpaus pure heaven served hot with their crispy brown honey dipped sweet exterior and their custard creamy interior melting in you mouth as your palate just wanted more. Sensory overload.

My this showing at Mohammed Ali Road was pretty much like last it was just the quantity of food intake was doubled. The list included Maalpaus and Phirni at Suleman Usman (obviously), Pathar Ghosh (hyderabadi dish where pieces of meat at cooked on a preheated slab of granite absolutely delicious), Tongue Soup at Bademian, a generous intake of sugary faloodas, some sheikh kebabs and finished off with some excellent dudhi ka halwa

Excuse me I have a lot of digesting to do and before I forget Eid Mubarak

hypnosis

Artificially induced state of relaxation or altered attention characterized by heightened suggestibility. There is evidence that, with susceptible persons, the sense of pain may be diminished, memory of past events enhanced, and illusions or hallucinations experienced. Posthypnotic amnesia (forgetting what happened during hypnosis) and posthypnotic suggestion (performing an action after hypnosis that had been suggested during it) have also been demonstrated.

Hypnosis has a number of uses in medicine. Hypnotically induced sleep, for example, may assist the healing process, and hypnotic suggestion (hypnotherapy) may help in dealing with the symptoms of emotional and psychosomatic disorders. The Austrian physician Friedrich Anton Mesmer is said to be the discoverer of hypnosis, but he called it ‘animal magnetism’, believing it to be a physical force or fluid. The term ‘hypnosis’ was coined by James Braid (1795–1860), a British physician and surgeon who was the first to regard it as a psychological phenomenon. The Scottish surgeon James Esdaile (1805–1859), working in India, performed hundreds of operations in which he used hypnosis to induce analgesia (insensitivity to pain) or general anaesthesia (total insensitivity).

Hypnosis was also used by charlatans and entertainers until laws such as the Hypnosis Act 1952 in the UK controlled exploitation of hypnosis as entertainment.

"Miri" is a first season episode of Star Trek: The Original Series, that was first broadcast October 27, 1966, and repeated June 29, 1967. It is episode #8, production #12, written by Adrian Spies and directed by Vincent McEveety.

Overview: The Enterprise discovers an exact duplicate of Earth, where the only survivors of a deadly plague are the planet's children.

India has allowed the Tibetan monk, the Karmapa Lama, who fled China and sought asylum in India eight years ago, to travel to the United States next month.

The move is certain to enrage Beijing, which has put pressure on India to stamp out any political activity by Tibetan exiles.

The Karmapa Lama is the only major monk reincarnate recognised by both the Dalai Lama and China.

He has stayed in Dharmsala, the Dalai Lama's headquarters, since 2000.

India has allowed him to travel within the country, but - until now - not abroad.

This will be the Karmapa's first foreign visit.

Strong protests

The Tibetan monk, who is aged 22, has been staying at the Gyuto Tantric Monastery in Dharmsala since his escape from Tsurphu in Tibet in 2000.

India's decision to allow the Karmapa Lama to stay in the country led to strong protests from Beijing.

According to the official website of the Karmapa Lama, he will travel to the US for a fortnight in May.

It adds that the Indian government said in February that the request to allow the monk to travel abroad had been cleared.

Terming his trip as "historic", the website says that it will be the Karmapa Lama's first visit to the West, and that he would travel to three US cities.

The spokesman for the Central Tibetan administration, Thubten Samphel, said the government in exile was "really appreciative" of India's decision to allow the visit.

There was once a poor Japanese laborer who had to work very hard to make a living from the soil.At last he fell ill and died,leving his wife and three little daughters to strauggle on alone.

By and by a day came when there was nothing in the house to eat but a few dry rice cakes.The children went to bed hungry that night. They cried themselves to sleep,and when the moon looked into the lowly hut, her light fell upon a row of tearstaines face.

The mother stooped over with a sob in her tharoat and tucked the ragged quilt closer about them."Poor babies," she whispered."I must go to try to find some food for you.The widn blows hard tonight.Ugh !how it sweeps in through every crack !"

She got an old cloak of her husband's and spread it over the sleeping little ones.Their bed wad some heavy strips of paper, covered with an old quilt. And they were huddled colse together for warmth,for it was cold and windy.

The mother caught up an old scarf to wrap about her head and shoulders and to open the door, when she heard a voice which seemed to come from just outside.

She hurriedly moved back the srreen that was the door, and there stood a tiny lad, all ragged and shivering, and sobbing most pitifully.The good mother caught him ulp in her arms and carried him inside. She rubbed his cold hand and feet and fed him with the last of the rice cakes, dipped in hot water. Then she wrapped hin in her old scarf and settled him snugly beside her own little ones.The mother was very tired. She had put in a long hard day in the field . She sat down on th floor, thinking the rain which had begun to fall would soon pass, and immediately fell asleep.

Presently she awoke to find the room warm as summer and filled with a delicious smell of food.

She sat up and gazed about with wide open eyes. The she slowly pinched herself to see if she were awake. Surely some good fairies had been at work while she slept ! Nearby were four little tables filled with steaming food. There was a nice bowl of delicious clam broth, a dish of rice, some minced fish, and a cup of tea on each one .

The mother cried out in delight, and ran joyfully to wake the children."Toy San !

Osonto ! Koku ! Wake up ! Wake up !" she called. "The most delightful thing had happened."

Then she put out her hand to arousse the strange child. He was gone! Perhaps he had wakened and wandered out into the storm.She opened the door to call him back. Behold ! there where he had stood in the cold biting wind was a lovely plant filled with pure white blossoms. "Take and cherish,"said a voice from the clouds."It will bring you both food and clothes."

Wonderingly, the mother obeyed. She knew that the little lad whom she had fed with her last crust must have come from heaven, for who else could have wakened the flowers in winter ? Besides, these were such beautiful blossoms. Nothing like them had ever before been seen, she felt certain.

When the emperor heard about this he was glad to pay a larg sum for the little plants which soon sprang up from the roots of the main stalk, and never again did the good mother and her little ones want for food or clothing. Gardeners took good care of the plants, and they were to be had by the thousands, not only in white bloom, but in red, yellow, purple, pink and many other colors. Afterwards this flower, the chrysanthemum, became the national flower of Japan. 

Sania Mirza

Sania Mirza, Daughter of tennis player Imran Mirza is the top most female Indian tennis player, Sania was born on November 15, 1986 in Mumbai, however she was brought up in the city of Hyderabad. She won the WTA singles title in the year 2005 and is the only Indian woman to do so. Sania had also won “Girls doubles title” in the year 2003. To prove herself she has won againts greats like Martina Hingis and Nadia Petrova. Not just girls but Sania and Leander won gold at the Doha Asian Games.

Sania stands 5ft 8in tall (Height) and weights around 57 kgs, she has won a prize money of Rs. $957000(+). Sania is a renowned tennis player and has been featured in several television commercials, the list is growing faster than ever. Apart from being a talented tennis player she is also attracting male fans for her beauty and looks and has been termed as “Hot” on many websites and fansites.

At IndianCeleb.com Sania Mirza has been chosen as a grand performer. IndianCeleb.com rates Sania Mirza a 7/10 for her Beauty & Looks, 8/10 for her Figure & Stats and a 9.5/10 for her talent as a tennis player.

Long, long ago two men were walking through a lonley part of the country.One was a soldier,and he carried a strong bow and a quiver full of arrows.He was tall and brave,and had often gone into battle to fight the king's enemies.

The other was younger,and neither so tall nor so strong,and he carried onloy a bugle slung over his shoulder by a leather strap.He had often called the king's soldiers to battle by blowing on his bugle,but he had never been in battle himself.

As they went along,looking around at the hills and woods,they could not help thinking that robbers might be hiding in those dark places.

"What should you do,"laughed the soldier,"if robbers were to attack us? You have no wepon with which to defend yourself.Now,I have my bow and arrows.I should deal with them as i intend to deal with that eagle up there."

Pointing to an eagle that flew with out spread wings far overhead, he quickly fixed an arrow and bent his great bow.The arrow sped upwards like a flash of light,and the eagle fluttered and fellto the ground.

"There," said the soldier,puoud of his skill with his weapon,"that is what i should do if any enemy set upon us.What should you do?" And the proud soldier smiled in pity at the youth by his side.

"It is true I carry no weapon of war," replied his companion ,"gbut with my bugle i can tell the king's soldiers far away that foes are near.I have often called the troops to battle,and I have often warned them when to retire.The music I play sends a message to those who uinderstand it".

"Music indeed!"cried the soldier in scorn."Give me my strong bow and a swift arrow when danger is near."

By and by their way lay through a great wood,where it was hard to see six yards in front of them.All at once a dozen robbers,with drawn swords in their hands,leaped out from behind the trees and set upon them.The bowman fought bravely and killed one robber, but before he could fix another arrow to his bow, he was wounded and taken prisoner.

As the bugler carried no wepon and did nothing to defend himself, they did not hurt him.They took his money and brought him with the wounded soldier to their camp.

After supper, when the robbers gathered around their great fier to sing songs and tell tales,the bugler stepped up to the captain of the band and said,"Do you like music? I can play for you on my bugle."

"Yes, yes, give us war music," caried the captain,and all the robbers shouted for battle music.

The bugler at once played a stirring song of war,which made the robbers' eyes flash. Next he gave them a soft melody that told of heroes who would never come back from battle.

"Give us something bolder,a tune that will stir our blood," cried the captain.

Then the youth began a marching song.When the men had forgotten everything excepting the rousing music he blew a buglecall loud and clear.That call told the king's soldiers that foes were near, but the robbers thought it was just part of the marching song.

One of the king's guards in the distant castle beyond the forest heard the call and said,"That is our bugler. He is telling us the enemy is at hand .To arms! To arms!":

At once the king's soldiers set off for the place where the bugle had sunded.They came upon the robbers suddenly and made them all prisoners.The bugler and the wounded soldier were set free.

The poor bowman had his wound attended to, and when he lay down to rest that night,he said to the bugler,"I was wrong, my young friend. A soldire must learn to fight with his head,as well as with his hand.

Weapons sometimes fail,and then even a bugle may help in a way that sword or bow could not do".

Amy was a little girl who was very curious about everything.Now Amy once happened to be staying with her mother in a boarding house in London. One day,when her mother was downstairs talking to someone in the drawing-room,she sent Amy upstairs to get her a handkerchief.Their bedroom was right at the top of the house, and on the landing,outside the door of their room,some workmen had left a ladder.The ladder went up into a trapdoorin the ceiling over the stairs.The workmen had been attending to something up there and had left the ladder while they went away for a while.

Adventurous Amy was simply dying to climb up and find out what there was on the other side of the trapdoor.

She looked all around and down the stairs. There was no one in  sight.

So she climbed up the ladder and got through the trapdoor and found herself in a dark,dusty,cobwebby place under the roof.She thought she'd like to explore a little,and started walking a step or two.

She didn't know that ceilings are mostly made of thin strips of wood and plaster and that people who want to walk about on top of them have to keep to the beams.

Crash-Crash ! Before she knew what had happened the ceiling had given way and her two legs had gone through. She just managed to clutch a beam with her arms.If she hadn't she would have gone right through and fallen down on to the steep stairs and possibly have been very badly hurt.

She was very much frightened,and i don't know what would have happened next if a housemaid hadn't just happened to come up the stairs.

You can imagine the maid's surprise when she saw a pair of long legs sticking out from a hole in the ceilong !

She climbed the ladder and got Amy down,but the stairs were in a terrible mess with plaster and dust and broken strips of wood.

Amy's mother had to pay to have it all made right, and Amy was teased for years and years about falling through the ceilong.