Brun Kaurava in the time of Breakfast ....

There are food photos that are beautiful works of art, and then there are those , which make you ravenously hungry the minute you look at them.

This one , of the dramatic encounter between the Omelette and the Brun Pav, falls clearly in the latter category, clicked as it is , by my friend Deepak Amembal, just before having breakfast.

Gifted golden hearted folks , with a great taste in life, and being overpowered , by the smooth operator, Brun Pav.

Why do I think this is a reflection on our society......

कधी कधी आयुष्यात आपल्या हातात काहीच नसतं . अचानक एखाद्या वाडग्यात पडणं , जरा कुठे आसपास चा पत्ता लाग्तोय तेवड्यात कन्द्याञ्चा तांडा हसून हसून अगदी तुकडे होउन त्यांना येउन मिळ्ण , "मी पण , मी पण " म्हणत हट्टी हिरव्या मिरच्यांची , "अग जरा दमाने घे"" आस म्हण्णार्या कोथिम्बिरी समवेत ह्या सगळ्यात उडी , आणि मग देवाचे नाव घेत, काटे चम्छ्याना चुकवत चुकवत एका गरम तव्यावर धावत पडणं , आणि चटके सोसत सोसत , आपल्या आयुष्याचा ह्या वळणावर एका प्लेटीत येउन नशिबाला सामोरं जाणं . आणि एक विचारवंत बृन मस्का , थोडा लोण्याचा थर लेउन जवळ येउन म्हणतो, "खरच ! हेच निष्काम कर्म . कुठल्याही फळा ची आशा न ठेवता आपले कर्म करत रहाणे …. वाह ! " पण आजच जग कसं आहे , बघा ! कि हाच बृन मस्का अधाश्या सारखा त्या ओम्लेट वर तुटून पडतो । आणि आपण कौरव असल्याचे सिद्ध करतो …

Sometimes, you cannot control what life has in store for you. Falling, all broken, into a bowl, and a shower of hee haw onions, all cut up and rushing to meet them. Immature selfish Mirchis going "Me too, me too" despite the Coriander leaves advising caution, only to later fall in themselves. A dodging of angry forks, a beating and a final desperate escape on to a hot griddle, all the time wondering, between hot burning touches, what future life now has in store. And a prosperous philosophical Lord Brun Maska, slathered with the butters of Life, approaches close, admires it all and says, "Wah ! Lady Omeletta, This is , Nishkaam Karma ! Doing your stuff without hoping for the fruits of your labor...." But she doesn't realize the ways of this world. The aforementioned Lord Brun Maska, all in pieces at the sight of Lady Omeletta , greedily devours it all. In the Plates of Kurukshetra despite the teachings of the Geeta, someone has to be the Kaurava na ?....."