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The Garden of Garcia in the Planet of Mars



Source: Youtube - The Kids Picture Show


                                                    In the planet of Mars , in the country of Selsey, in the island of Garcia stood the Garden of Theja . It was the time when humans had inhabitated Mars . Planet Earth had been destroyed by Global Warming and the humans who thought they were a unique species didnt realise there had been atleast a dozen of human alike species on Earth previously , all removed through Ice Ages and other earthly bad phenomena. Nature chose homo sapiens this time. Those who flew by Elon Musk's Mars Colonial transporter to Mars were the only left human beings in the Universe.

Those Humans on Mars:

 They established the tenets of nation state, private property, capitalism just as in Planet Earth. And Theja one of the multi billionaires from India who made a killing in technology business flew to Mars with a mission.His mission was to raise all the the species of vegetables,spices, fruits and everything in the cooking world of Planet Earth, in the Planet of Mars. Basically he wanted to eat everything what he could while spending his remaining days in Mars.And so he bought a vast piece of Mars land in the island of Garcia and started raising a garden. A garden that would grow to satisfy the appetite of humans of Mars. A sample of every species on Earth grew up in this beautiful garden.

Time passed by just as on Planet Earth.

The plants grew up and vegetables popped out.
So did the spices.
So did the other ingredients of human cooking.

                                                      Everyday at lunch hour , only two persons were allowed to taste the dish prepared using the ingredients in the garden. The dishes were artistically prepared both in quality and looks. Every vegetable's life goal was to be cooked by Kasihim. Though they were grown seperately by other humans who inhabitated Mars, it was Kasihim who had the knack.He was The Chef with The Knack of Cooking. Other humans didnt have the real spirit of cooking and few species cooked by them were starting to be ignored by fellow humans on mars which gradually would lead to their desmise.Their surivial as a species was better if they passed through the hands of Kasihim.
And Kasihim was the cook in the Garden of Garcia.

On this day and time on Planet Mars,

The chef Kasihim took


A few drops of Oily Oil
Few grains of Blacky Mustard
Few grains of Yellowish Greeny Fennel seeds
Few Dark Greenish Curry leaves
2 Rosy Onions
1 Reddy Tomato

1 tablespoon of Deep Reddy Chilli powder
1/2 tablespoon of Brownish Garam Masala powder
1 tablespoon of Brownish Coriander powder
Little bit of Yellowish Turmeric powder

and a plateful of Pinky Prawns.

Praying to the Gods of the Mars, Theja started cooking the Dish of the Day, the South Indian Prown Thokku. Theja always believed that he never did the cooking himself. Something cooked through him. Some external power which he couldnt figure out. Neither him nor the humans knew that 

"All the world on Mars is a stage.
And all the men and women are merely players seduced by Vegetables & Co"


 And the cooking ritual began,

Thy Saute To Help Me Attain Mukthi

       Oil mesmerized spoon through oil waves which in turn mesmerized Kasihim to hold it and pour oil in the cooking pan . It fell graciously and embraced the pan. Then came mustard who dived into oil and started fretting in pain. Pain was inevitable in the vegetable world.A must to attain mukthi. Only through an individuals death could they ensure the survival of their species. The more tastier they are , the more humans will grow them and cook them and eat them. This death was essential and they sacrificed their lives with mukthi in their spirits , sacrifice in their minds and pain in their body. Once the fretting of mustard stopped, Fennel seeds came in droves , hi fi ing mustard seeds . Oil hugged them too and their face turned brownish in pain. And then joined the curry leaves taking a hot oil bath.  The curry leaves got calmer in a few moments.And Kasihim went on to the second step in the cooking ritual

The second step in South Indian Cooking ceremony involved Onion and Tomato. When tomato was brought from Brazil , little did it realize that the Indians will help them in attaining Mukthi better than any other race. It grew redder and sexier as human cooking evolved attracting their attention and seducing them to pick them in the super market.

Kasihim dumped the sliced onions on the saute. It was its turn to cry now having made Theja cry few moments before. It fried itself and became brownish .It was Kasihim's turn now.

Tomatoes were thrown in . Unlike Onions which became brownish , tomatoes shrinked letting Kasihim know when it was time to let the other members in , in this ritual.

The Powders of Spices

                                            Andhra men and women were their favourites on Planet Earth. When the entire human race was being destroyed ,the spices prayed God to keep Telugu people untouched. And next Tamilians on priority 2. They were very colourful.

                Yellowish Turmeric, Reddish Chilli powder, Brownish Garam masala and Greenish Brown Coriander powder took their turns to join the ritual.They smelled raw and let Kasihim know that it was not time for other members to kick in. Once they attained the meta state of mukthi, they stopped smelling raw and let Kasihim knew it was time to help Prawns attain mukthi too.


Just like Theja grew the Garden of Garcia , Ravi mainted the Great Water Body of Porira.He grew every fish on earth which could be cooked on this Great Water Body on Mars.He had exchanged a few prawns with Theja  It had accompanied the cooking ritual today hoping to attain Mukthi.


But,
But,
The prawns Theja had brought were suddenly missing.


  No human could figure out that  Brinjal had planned a revenge . It was its turn today. Bhaigan ka bhartha was the planned menu for the lunch and Prawns had spoiled this. Through vegetable waves it convinced Murugamma to steal prawns from the kitchen. It was in her house today with little chance of being cooked tastily and reach mukthi. Murugamma , as the reader would have guessed by now is a bad bad cook.

Brinjal s plan could make Tomato and Onion  die a horrible death. They will land up in hell . That would be a disgrace to their species. How could brinjal be so selfish.It was after all the prawns who did this to Brinjal. In the vegetable eat vegetable world this is normal . Darwin couldnt have been more right with his theory. Vegetables can get bad, really bad .

Will Onion and Tomato attain Mukthi with the other ingredients?
Will Brinjal be punished for its offence?
Will Kasihim prepare another menu on the spot and cook a tasty dish , tasty enough as accepted by the standards of Mukthi?

The questions remain unanswered.

God knows, the Gods of Mars know.

In the mean time,

Kalan was writing a poem to her beloved,

"My beautiful Phobos
I will never have a Deimos
You are my only one
As long as there is life on Mars"

(translated from the language Marsneito, the language spoken in the country of Gagak , Mars)
 (P.S: Phobos and Deimos are the two moons of Mars)





                    
                     

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