The Lemonade Blog Award


Knaht uoy vac,

In the olden days when sun glimmered across our foreheads in the desert or at home, there was always this moment of peace and joy when we were to be summoned up and have a break. There were different names for this drink- the drink which will have lemon squeezed and crushed sprinkled with a bit of salt or sugar, in ice cold water to be served to us after games of cricket. It was known as “ Shi-Kan-Jaw-ee”….the drink which will remove the wrinkles and dust off our foreheads and supply us with rejuvenated spirit and body. To us, it was what Jam-e-Jamshaed for the Persians!…So many years carried on in this hope and in this form through these lemonade years.

Not just the drink was divine but we also found lot of purpose and joy in utilizing the left overs as well. For instance, the empty shell of lemon was useful in cleaning our teeth, at times mixing it with all the spices, and powder, bandaging it, and then offering it someone else as a drink which they will remember for the rest of our lives and so do we being chased by our elders near and far for spiking their staple lassee or qahwa with that…

At times, the empty shells of lemons were also used up for this game called “ Pitthu Garm”…the dried out, again filled with some other material became our fascination from Pitthu Garm to games like Bandar Killa…

So the lemon and its composition remained our armour and our part of diet for many years where from lentils to rice, from ghosht to vegetables, the company it provided was exemplary and of also great significance. The Citrus years and its impact was great as times all the bitterness was sweetened of this deadly cocktail of shakanjawee and its sister drink called “ doodh soda”….

As years progressed into its formation, we moved away from those lemonade years….only the stark reminders at times of those years and what happened in between…the bitter reality and experiences and its effect…until one day out of now where came the post, in words bonded and sewn off in the same manner as once I had seen the shells long time ago….The Lemonade Blog Award goes to “ The Lemonade Bloggers”…So I suggest we give ourselves this title of “ The Lemonade Bloggers” and create an organization or group of support for anyone who has had any experience bitter and sweet like those lemonade years of being squeezed and sprinkled and of those memories refreshing as that drink…So let me raise a glass to this promise and ode to the “Lemonade Blog Bloggers”…

Have a great day all. I hope I have fulfilled the expectations of charisma and maturity that was expected of me J


(The Lemonade Blogger )



8 thoughts on “The Lemonade Blog Award

  1. Very nice picture! 🙂

    I see you have added a lot of colur in your blog.
    Whats this about maturity? 😛

    I like lemonade with kaala namak in it. It gives that extra ZIng to it. 😛

  2. Wow, this was an interesting dedication to the Lemonade!

    PS: Since I’ve also just recently won the Lemonade Award, I’d also love to be in the club of the Lemonade Bloggers 🙂

  3. Thats a fantastic description of the lemonade years with all its lemony memories 🙂

    Reminded me of the good ol days when we used to prepare lemonades sprinkled with sugar and ice and would take it to the ground for refreshment amid our cricket matches played in the scorching hot summers.

    Yes, we are the lemonade bloggers 🙂

    The picture with the post is very cool too!

    Congrats for the award! 🙂

  4. Great site this and I am really pleased to see you have what I am actually looking for here and this this post is exactly what I am interested in. I shall be pleased to become a regular visitor 🙂

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