Kachra Re, Kachra Re....

Left over veggies, never had it so good.

My friend Shruti Nargundkar of Melbourne, actually managed  to hit the winning shot
 in the Kabab Wars, hitherto being bossed over by the  carnivores, with fancy names like Galouti Kabab  and Reshmi  Kabab.

Except this was a delectable drop shot across the  culinary net,  in the form of a mixed veggie kabab, based on all the leftovers from yesterday.  

She calls it a Kachrey Ka Kabab (Trash Kabab) ,  in a backhanded whack to those who call anything veggie , as  Ghas Foos.

Perfect for a time when we look for Sustainable and Recycled Lives.

संक्रांतीच्या शुभ मुहूर्तावर जमलेली आणि दमलेली गाजरबेन, बिटाबाई , अति विशाल सिमला मिरचे , कान्देरवाञ्चा विरह न सहन झालेली टोमाटा, स्वतःला "फ्लावर" म्हणून सुधा ब्रोकोलीसार्ख्या दूरच्या भावाला आवर्जून घेउन येणारे लोण्याच्या शिडकाव्यात भिजलेले देशभक्त, आणि कुणा एका सामोसेरावाञ्च्या तडाख्यातून पळून आलेले बटाटेसिंग रताळेसिंग मटारे …. "हम बहुत, हमारा एक " ची घोषणा करत एकत्र येतात काय , कौतुकाने कोथिम्बिर-आले-लसून ह्या वयात आलेल्या मुलाना आपलेसे करतात काय अत्यंत नम्रतेने मीठ मसाल्यात एकरूप होउन "हम साथ साथ है !" म्हणत सुबक वडे रुपात पावान्ना आणि वाटलेल्या डाळ्यान्ना जवळ करून गरम तेलातले दिव्य करून हिरव्यागार चटणीला "चल ग …" म्हणत प्रजासत्ताक दिनाच्या मिरवणुकीत कबाब कवायतीत हजर होतात काय … नवाब वाजिद अली जी, आता गलोउति चे कबाब झाले गलतीचे कबाब , ते विसरून जायचे … आणि मग कधीतरी कलियुगात मांसाहारी कबाब अचमबून वर बघतात आणि "माझा हरी " कबाब ना बघून शरमेने तुकडे तुकडे होउन जातात ....

Gathering with the  Sankranti crowds, Mamzelle Carotta, Senora Beet, the Dowager Capsika, and  Tomataa pining for the Onion Union; let's not forget the stirred and fried cauliflowers, bringing along the NRI broccolis in a patriotic burst, just managing to avoid colliding with the potato, sweet one and peas, all just escaping away from a samosa-y life. And they congregate amidst slogans of "We are many, Act as one", while they mentor carefully the coriander ginger and garlic young ones messing around with the salt and spices. Taking along the teary bread and somewhat more maturely roasted gram, as they take upon themselves all the heat the oil bestows upon them as they line up holding hands with a demure green chutney to perform in the Republic Day Parade of the Kababs. "Nawab Wajjid Ali, Sir, Sorry to say, your Galouti Kababs must be a mistake and must now be called Galti Kababs.." On a cold Kalyugi Day, they look up to see the celebratory rich-in-veggies, Kachrey Ke Kababs, and ashamed of their Galti, simply dissolve  in despair, into a million pieces....