Monday, September 08, 2014

Death Is Not The End

We attended a prayer meeting held for the dearly departed father of one of SO's friends in Delhi recently. It was at a Arya Samaj Mandir and I was generally appreciative of the no rites and a sober remembrance thing.

The Pandit (preacher) started off well by chanting Gayatri Mantra and other funereal mantras and shlokas and then, suddenly burst into a very Bollywood, "Chal ud Ja Re Panchi", which startled everyone off their wits and in my opinion woke everyone up and generally made everyone struggle hard not to burst out laughing.

Who needs entertainment, when friends and family offer themselves so readily. Right?

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Monday, May 12, 2014

Kathal (Jackfruit) Pulao


We have recently got a property that has coconut trees, a jackfruit tree, guava trees, lemon trees, lime trees and 2 water bodies. While a lot of work has been planned in the upkeep of the garden, we have already started enjoying the fruits/ veggies.

The last time we visited, we got a medium sized jackfruit (Kathal) from the Jackfruit tree. Today, I wanted to eat something nice for dinner, but didn't want to cook a spread, since it was only me, essentially. So, decided on a Kathal Pulao, which I have recently learnt. This actually, will take your mind off meat, as it hits the meat craving and satisfies the biryani kick and craving.

The recipe follows and since it is not really my recipe and I am not able anyway to stick to the exact measures in recipes (EVER), will mention only approximations.

Ingredients (Main):
Kathal (Jackfruit) - about quarter kg
Rice - 1 measure (cup or whatever measure you feel like - enough for 2-3 people)
Water - double measure of the rice
Ginger paste - 1 tbsp.
Onion - diced - 1
Cinnamon - 1 stick
Shahi Jeera - 1/2 tsp
Cloves - 2/3
Black cardamom - 1
Bay leaf - 1
Salt - to taste
Red Chilli Powder - 1 tsp (I prefer Kashmiri chilli powder)
White Pepper Powder - 1 tsp
Oil
Ingredients (For the 2nd flavouring):
Ginger - Julienned (1 tsp.)
Coriander leaves - chopped up
Juice of 1 lime
Onion - 1 - julienned and fried golden brown
Mace (Javitri) Powder - 1/2 tsp
Cream - about 2 tbsps.
Green Chillies - split - 2-6 according to your preference

Method:
Wash and soak the rice for about 30 minutes. Chop the jackfruit into bite sized pieces. Fry the jackfruit until it is golden brown. Take a pressure cooker, put about 1 tbsp. of the oil the jackfruit was fried in. Heat it up. Add the Cinnamon, Shahi Jeera, Cloves, Black cardamom, Bay leaf until they crackle, add the chopped onions and ginger paste, and cook until the onion is cooked (translucent to light brown). Add the jackfruit, salt, chilli powder and white pepper powder. Cook for about 3-4 minutes. Add the rice and the water. Bring the water to a boil. Reduce heat. Then add all ingredients for the 2nd flavouring, mix well, close the lid and cook until a single whistle. Turn off the flame/ heat. After the pressure reduces, open, give it a good mix and serve.

There, simple, isn't it?

Where Do We Come From? What Are We? Where Are We Going?

I met the mob. It was very strange, but nice. My family is so small and individualistic, it is very, very strange for me to be in a family environment where there are 500 odd people all looking alike and being clannish. The good thing is that SO perceived my panic attacks and was a rock.

A very long time ago (more than a decade and a quarter) when we had only just met, fallen in love  and become friends, we resolved to never let go of our minds and to follow our own minds and not our parents, elders or anyone else's, because both of us felt we were responsible, mostly did right and followed rules and the laws. We've stuck to our resolve, but now looking back, it seems we were rebelling. Aided of course, by each other. I'm afraid both of us enabled each other's rebellion by supporting it. Still, apart from the one thing, no regrets.

And so, our lives have become pretty much one. In our minds, it happened long ago, its only now we are letting other people in. By other people I mean, our families, extended families and friends. This has so far been a happy experience. Ignoring negativity helps in keeping it happy.

So this is it....

C'est La Vie

I've started to paint and this is what the first tiny canvas looks like.
 
This is my life now. Exercise, work, cook. Wet, lather, rinse, repeat.
 
I love it. 

Colander

It's hard to write anything when your brain is one giant colander.
 

Sunday, March 23, 2014

On Happiness

Sometimes happiness is just a plane ride away and it takes you years to buy that ticket.

 

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Woe Is Me

The baker got a PHUNKY haircut, and it makes him look like a cross between a macaw and a lunatic, when the aim was a jap hipster. So much fail!

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Tuesday, January 28, 2014

I'm Gonna Get a Haircut Even If I Have to Cut It Myself

The baker has a barber who comes to give him a champi (Head massage with oil), a haircut and an occasional shave. Tradition dictates that barbers are all gossips at heart and talk non-stop. The baker's barber too is a chatterbox and delivers random gossip while he is getting his haircut/ champi/ shave.

Few days back, the baker got to know that the barber had a "saloon" (barbershop) called "Red World". Red World because everything in it was red coloured. The barber's chair, the mirror frame, the aprons, even his scissors were red. Apparently, the saloon faced stiff competition from an older barber. However, the jazziness of "Red World" attracts all the young rakes in his locality and the barber was an expert at "modern" hairstyles downloaded from "compooter".

The baker's hair has just started growing back, and so, he asked his barber if he could recommend a "modern" hairstyle and what was currently a popular style these days. The barber told him with a deep sigh, "Aajkal to PHUNKY chal raha hai. (Funky - phunky hairstyles are in vogue now)" On further probing, it was revealed that PHUNKY hairstyles have random spikes and layers and it all makes no sense whatsoever. Moreover, the baker would have to wait for another 6 months atleast, in order to get a phunky hairstyle.

So, all you readers of my blog, anytime you are in the mood for a PHUNKY hairstyle, while travelling in the interiors of eastern India, you can always head to "Red World" saloon. Mention the baker, and you will get a discount too. Doing my bit for local businesses, since 2003.

Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Time is a Jet Plane

So, 2013 has whooshed past. I've learnt nothing. Zilch and I'm also one year older. Woe is ME!

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Meeting My Namesake

It took a long drive, but I finally held two loaves of Bakers Dozen in my hands. I normally never am at a loss for words, but I was then.


There is apparently something better than this sliced bread - holding it in my hands!



Saturday, August 10, 2013

The Shrine

My sister calls my collection of nephewy things, "The Shrine".

The Shrine finally drowned my doubts, and made me cry.