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Friday, October 18, 2013

Recipe Doodle 2 :)

Recipe doodling is fun :)
Here are two of my fav. and well tried recipes! I am sure you will love them!

                                                                 CHILLI CAPON
(Here, CAPON comes from Capsicum, Potatoes and Onions)

BESAN CHEELE



These Doodle Recipes are a part of Easy Doodle Recipe contest on BlogAdda.com in association with www.tastykhana.com

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

My Recipe Doodle

I came across this interesting contest on Blogadda that's called 'TastyKhana Easy Doodle Recipe Contest'. Doodling is always fun! I therefore decided to give this contest a try so presented below is my doodle recipe. I hope you will like it! In fact this is one of my most favorite dishes.   :)
Tangy Garbanzo


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This Doodle Recipe is a part of Easy Doodle Recipe contest on BlogAdda.com in association with www.tastykhana.com

Saturday, October 5, 2013

The Jeans Jinx

  The lives of ‘happy’ couples when seen closely can provide new facts and even shocking truths. A lot of suffocation and tiff goes on like a constant undercurrent beneath that lovey-dovey appearance. Girls often complain that in laws are too controlling esp when it comes to clothing. Let me get straight to the point- why is it so difficult for a girl to wear western clothing after marriage? Why are jeans so over hyped in our ‘culture’? I have seen poker faced mothers- in- law strictly reading out rules like a warden to their newly married coy daughters- in-law. If a girl wears dresses (one piece) or shorts or jeans, she is often made to feel obliged and thankful for the ‘openness’ and ‘tolerance’ of her in-laws. While ‘bahus‘ and ‘betis’ clearly have different rules and the double standard is apparent, the former is expected to have high levels of patience and ample maturity to absorb all the fuss the ‘sasuraal-walle’ make about her returning late from work and/or wearing jeans. 

  Well, I am not generalizing since many families do not believe in such double standard crap, but most do. I was still more astonished that even those with strong financial backing and education still want their DIL to behave like ones straight out of those of TV serials. Also, boys too have clearly different choices; while they want their girlfriends to be independent, fiery and like pop stars, they expect their wives to be perfect Indian brides- very motherly and an epitome of Indian culture and tradition.  (GF vs Wife)

 I clearly remember reading a piece of news a few years back. A newly married working woman in Noida divorced her husband because her in-laws expected her to be dressed up in saris all the time, along with full Indian jewelry like anklets, bangles etc. They also made her fast on various petty occasions like ‘ekadashis’ and ‘aamavasyas’ etc. Well, the result was that the girl refused the crap and gave them a piece of her mind…Lovely!

  Why are jeans so over hyped esp for DILs? Is full clothing the only way to rectify a person’s promiscuity? What about our brave sons who have all the freedom on earth to roam and fool around, while we expect their obedient and ‘sanskaari’ wives to sit at home all wrapped up in six yards fasting for well being of their pati-parmeshwars. Our society is clearly hypocritical and rather incorrigible. Wearing jeans does not indicate one’s character in any way and nor does wearing traditional clothes make one more of a saint. I think it is high time we rise above these things.

  An aunt of mine told me about one of her married nieces.
“Oh the family is so modern you know! Lovely people” She said happily.
“What happened?” I asked
“They give so much freedom to my niece”
“Like?” I asked
“Like…They are open people…modern in thinking. They treat her like a daughter…their own daughter.” She cheered.
“I mean, how are they are modern?” I stressed the main point again.
“They are…like she wears what she likes…like jeans etc…and they do not say anything! Such a nice MIL she has!”
“Awesome! how lucky your niece must be!” I remarked.

                                          I hope she didn’t notice me rolling my eyes ;)



(Images from the Internet)

Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Pran - A Pencil Sketch


The great actor Pran Krishan Sikand (12 February 1920 – 12 July 2013) was one of my most fav actors. May his soul rest in eternal peace.

Medium: Pencil

Thursday, August 8, 2013

Book Review: The Rape of the Lock



Title:          The Rape of the Lock (1717)
Author:      Alexander Pope
Pages:        38

               
  “What dire offence from am'rous causes springs,
   What mighty contests rise from trivial things,”

The opening lines of my last read title, ‘The Rape of the lock’ throw much light on the very theme of the book. Interestingly, based on the true story of a minor scuffle between two aristocratic families that took the form of intense enmity, the book was actually a reconciliation attempt by their common friend Alexander Pope. He was an 18th century English poet best remembered for his translation of the Greek epic ‘Homer’. Home-schooled by his rich catholic parents because he was physically deformed and suffered from constant bouts of illnesses of various kinds, Pope produced wonderful works and carved his name as a major literary figure at that time.

With Gnomes, Elves, Angles, Sylphs, lovely metaphors and the like, these verses take us to a magical world of courtship, ball games and flirting. The beautifully woven verses divided in five parts or ‘canto’ present an interesting story. This is considered to be a major work in the mock-heroic genre. It mocks a small incident and compares it to the Trojan war. In a nutshell, the plot goes like this:

Belinda, an 18 year old high-society girl, is extremely beautiful and attractive. She gets up at noon after dreaming of a warning of an ill omen given by her chief guardian Sprite, Ariel. However, she discards it as a casual dream. She then follows an elaborate ritual of dressing up for a party at Hampton Court where all the aristocratic people are coming to have a ball.
“Now awful Beauty puts on all its arms;
The fair each moment rises in her charms”
 Her maids and even supernatural Sylphs help her dress her perfectly for the party.
“The busy Sylphs surround their darling care,
These set the head, and those divide the hair,
Some fold the sleeve, whilst others plait the gown:
And Betty's prais'd for labours not her own.”
 Later at the Hampton court, she catches the fancy of an adventurous baron who sets his desire on one of the two lovely locks of her hair (on either side of her neck).
 “Th' advent'rous Baron the bright locks admir'd;
He saw, he wish'd, and to the prize aspir'd”

 Her Sylphs try to warn her many times but Belinda is busy enjoying Ombre (a card game). The  Baron prays to the God of love and with a little help from Clarissa (Belinda’s friend) and after a little effort, finally succeeds in cutting the lock. 
                “But when to mischief mortals bend their will,                 
How soon they find fit instruments of ill!
Just then, Clarissa drew with tempting grace
A two-edg'd weapon from her shining case”

When Belinda comes to know of this theft, she becomes withdrawn and depressed while the baron celebrates his victory. Hence, Umbriel (one of the Sprites) goes to the cave of spleen and brings a bag full of woes, sighs and tears and pours it on her.
                   “On the rich quilt sinks with becoming woe,                      
Wrapt in a gown, for sickness, and for show.
The fair ones feel such maladies as these,
When each new night-dress gives a new disease.”
 Therefore, she acquires a fiery mien and demands her lock back which the baron shamelessly refuses. Clarissa then gives her a long lecture on the merits of virtues over beauty but Belinda is undeterred.
 “Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll;
Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul."
 A squabble follows the fiery arguments in which suddenly the lock rises up the sky and becomes an ever shining star. Hence, even after all die, Belinda’s name will shine forever.
 “When, after millions slain, yourself shall die:
When those fair suns shall set, as set they must,
And all those tresses shall be laid in dust,
This Lock, the Muse shall consecrate to fame,
And 'midst the stars inscribe Belinda's name.”

The poem draws allegory from the Trojan War. The lock becomes the abducted queen Helen. Pope based the character of Belinda on Arabella Fermor and that of the Baron on her suitor, Lord Petre. Both came from aristocratic families and were friends to Pope. If you are a lover of verse, this one is not to be missed. A basic knowledge of Greek mythology would greatly help. The verses are high in quality and meaning. Needless to say, I would love to read more works of this great author! 


Some random excerpts are given below:

“On her white breast a sparkling Cross she wore,
Which Jews might kiss, and Infidels adore.”

 “If to her share some female errors fall,
Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all.”

 “For when success a Lover's toil attends,
Few ask, if fraud or force attain'd his ends.”

 “Oh thoughtless mortals! ever blind to fate,
Too soon dejected, and too soon elate.
Sudden, these honours shall be snatch'd away,
And curs'd for ever this victorious day.”

 “She said: the pitying audience melt in tears.
But Fate and Jove had stopp'd the Baron's ears.”

 "Boast not my fall" (he cry'd) "insulting foe!
Thou by some other shalt be laid as low”

 “Not all the tresses that fair head can boast,
Shall draw such envy as the Lock you lost.”


(Images taken from the Internet)

Tuesday, July 16, 2013

Book Review: And the Mountains Echoed


Title:          And the Mountains Echoed
Author:       Khaled Hosseini
Publisher:    Bloomsbury India
ISBN:          978-9-3829-5100-1
MRP:           Rs 599
Pages:         402




Finally, I finished reading this book! Ever since I got to know that Khaled Hosseini’s third book is on stands, I was way too excited. His earlier novel, ‘A Thousand Splendid Suns’ is one of my favorite books and I was expecting magic this time as well. However, I was left disappointed, rather irritated. Let me get to the point quickly. The book is about many people and their personal lives described in fine details.

In a nutshell, this is the story of two poor siblings, Abdullah and Pari from a small Village in Afghanistan, who get separated in their childhood. Pari is adopted by Nila Wahdati, a rich but depressed half Afghan-half French poet. Her driver Nabi (Pari’s step uncle), plans and arranges all this because of his silent crush on her, for he cannot tolerate the sadness of a childless Nila. She later leaves both, her paralyzed husband and Nabi, to settle in Paris with Pari. Then after many decades, the siblings do meet but by then Abdullah suffers from senile dementia and Pari from rheumatism. The main theme of the book, the union of siblings, has been described in the last part that too in an insipid way.  

No single character can be called a protagonist. It is more like a complex potpourri of their lives and emotions, somewhat like diary entries. Author’s experiment with the time lines only leads to a greater confusion. The story keeps jumping from 1950s to early and late 2000s and every chapter is set in a different year, in a different country. He describes the lives of people living in various continents and countries, joined only by a hair thin relation and sometimes none at all. Various tracks like that of Thalia, Amara, Bashir cousins, Baba Jan, Masooma, etc seem to be superfluous. The author goes on to describe minute details like the colour and specifications of a music system, decor of eateries and so on. Abdullah’s character remains unexplored till the end while that of Pari has been given more than tolerable importance. The portrayal of Thalia’s childhood, her stepfather, her delinquent mother, to Baba Jan, his son Adel etc just adds more pages to the novel. They have nothing much to do with the main plot, (if you find one). Had these not been there, the novel would have been simpler and thinner by at least 100 pages. Many times I felt like leaving the book midway as some parts can really test your patience!

The descriptions of real Afghan life are missing (which is another shortcoming) for most of the time the author keeps shifting time lines and describes the urban lives of developed countries like America, Greece and France. This time, Hosseini has strayed from his typical old school storytelling into a new style that seems to spill only chaos. Also, the narrative is in third person but all of a sudden, last two chapters begin in the first person narrative leaving the readers perplexed.
 
This plot could have been developed really well. It is an example of a great idea poorly executed. I hope in his next novel, Hosseini sticks to what he does best- weaving stories having an old world charm reflecting the real life and culture of Afghanistan. I would give this book 4/10. 


PS: I like the cover page but wonder how the name (And the Mountains Echoed) is related to the plot???  


                                                                    
                                                                                                    


Sunday, July 14, 2013

The 'Bhasmasur' Syndrome

Once upon a time, Lord Shiva was pleased with the prayer of a demon (asur) who asked for a boon that he may be able to burn anyone to ashes (bhasm) mere by placing his hand on enemy’s head. As promised, Shiva had to grant it to him. That demon then came to be called as ‘Bhasmasur.’ He later became a threat for he tried to burn Shiva himself.  However, Lord Vishnu rescued Shiva by enticing the demon, posing as the dancer ‘Mohini’. ‘Bhasmasur’ got the taste of his own medicine and was reduced to ashes. We all are quite familiar with the story. Although it is a mythological tale, in history it does repeat itself. There are many such ‘Bhasmasuras’ and we have instances in politics, where creation became life-threatening for the creator itself. Here are a few such examples.

Jarnail Singh Bhindranwale and Congress: The urge to rule the land of Punjab led Congress to fuel Sant Jarnail Singh Bhindranwale, a self proclaimed religious leader to fight the Akalis. Congress used him as a pawn that later became a threat to their throne. Sant Bhindranwale grew too big for the Congress and even dominated the Akalis. Congress now had had to fight a bigger demon of its own making and paid for its folly with the life of Indira Gandhi (then PM) and the blots of Operation Bluestar and anti-Sikh riots on its face. 

HAMAS and PLO: A Palestinian organization, HAMAS, is understood to have been raised and promoted by the Israeli secret agency, MOSSAD to counter PLO (Palestenian Liberation Organisation). However, later HAMAS sided with PLO and turned on Israel itself, creating more troubles for MOSSAD. 

USA and Taliban: We all are aware that Afghanistan was caught in the tussle between the two superpowers, Russia and America. To counter the Russian influence, America and Pakistan covertly promoted Al-Qaida and Taliban, which not only wrought vast destruction in Afghanistan but later went out of hands and turned upon USA. The result was the 9/11 attack on Twin Towers in the USA, and now Pakistan too, on whose land these organizations flourished, is facing the music. 

India and LTTE: Indian Government secretly supported LTTE (Liberation Tigers of Tamil Eelam) an extremist body of Tamils in Srilanka, against Srilankan Govt. The fight continued till one day Srilanka requested India to come and help them control LTTE. Indians went there proudly thinking their own protégé would readily listen to them. Reality was rather exactly opposite. India lost more than 2000 army men and retracted red-faced. There is no answer for this political blunder. However, LTTE avenged India’s interference by killing Rajiv Gandhi.

What is unique in human race that has taken it so far ahead of other creatures? Intellect, we say. Thinking, analyzing an experience and learning from it, we say. True for all sciences and arts and skills; with that we have attained this present stage of technology. But, does that happen when we take some of the most important decisions of our lives that concern us, or sometimes thousands of others or even full nation’s future? To fight one demon, we often create a bigger one who turns upon us like a boomerang. Leave international matters, in our daily lives too, we create many such long term troubles by behaving irresponsibly and sometimes unethically. 

Every addiction and bad habit will sooner or later assume the form of a ‘Bhasmasur’ and we may not get a ‘Mohini’ to rescue us. We feed the devil and then blame our fate. Hence, a little thought and a small long term planning can save us from many a trouble. 

 Those who forget history are condemned to repeat it



(All the images have been taken from the Internet)

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Art I


I know you must be wondering about the confusion above! It is my attempt in painting what I actually feel like. The girl shown is a teen (all young girls) who wants to see and feel her sun (aim/goal) but the society prevents her from doing so and tries to molest her. Like serpents, it hisses around her with malicious intentions, while many more predators eye her. On the other hand, she is compared with moon (beauty), stars and sun and is idolized by our hypocrite society.  

Medium: Water Colour



Friday, July 5, 2013

Scenery (CP)



The principle of 'Colour Perspective' (CP) was given by the great Leonardo Da Vinci. According to this, objects look more vibrant and sharp when near to the eye and hence the far away ones look blurred.

Medium: Water Colour




Friday, June 28, 2013

Bloom!


I love flowers for they make me feel so positive and hopeful about life! However, one uncivic thing that irritates me no bounds is our habit of plucking them. Today morning only I saw an elderly lady filling her entire 'puja thali' with various flowers. I felt like  telling her to stop but that would have resulted in a good quarrel and it would have been precocious on my part as well. 

Nature has produced them for a purpose, useless plucking must be discouraged right from an early age. This is what I feel and I am proud to say that I pluck flowers  very rarely, once in a blue moon that too when it becomes inevitable for the purpose.

Medium: Pencil Colours