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I met a Kurd

Not to be confused with Curds (which are the cheese like residue that you can extract from butter milk) but an individual from northern Iraqi region of Kurdistan. Whilst trying to procure an Indian Visa this gent was in line with me awaiting his turn to get his hands on one. The 'why?' is for a different blog. Turns out the Kurds are a fascinating bunch of hard working folk with a nationalist identity of their own. Always a subject of wars with neighbors they have not managed to declare freedom but have decided to exist as if they are their own entity. Thus this was my first ever time meeting a Kurdish National. Not to be confused with Hebrew National which happens to be a popular hot dog. Not a feverish canine but the lowly meat in a tube contraption served in a sliced bun with relish. Who or why it came to be called a Hot Dog is one of those strange tales about dog meat being the original ingredient in the Sausage. As for Relish which is a pickled cabbage in Europe, actually cools the hot dog defeating the purpose of heating it in the first place...I personally relish mine with lots of red onion and ketchup. Come to think of it if I had a choice I'd rather sit down with the Kurd and have a Shawarma. I will let the readership discover the joys of discovering what that is.
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  1. RajendraAugust 24, 2012 at 7:26 PM

    Shawarma could be a combo of Bernard Shaw and a home-grown Varma, but isn't.

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  2. Diamond HeadAugust 25, 2012 at 7:08 AM

    Like 'Pygmalion' was not a cross between a Pig and a Chameleon

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  3. Diamond HeadAugust 25, 2012 at 7:08 AM

    or a pygmy and a male lion

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