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Friday 24 April 2009

Bavra mann dekhne chala...

Bavra mann dekhne chala ek sapna
Bavra mann dekhne chala ek sapna...

a song that i feel...i love...i hum and i sing

For those of you who haven't heard it, please do. It's on YouTube. Or let me help you a bit more. 


Just click here


It's from the OST of Hazaaron Khwaaishen Aisi. In fact it wouldn't be a bad idea to listen to the whole album.

My favourite lines from the song -

Baavre se is jahaan mein
Baavra ek saath ho
Is sayaani bheed mein
Bas haathon mein tera haath ho


beautiful, isn't it? 

beautiful like a dream...beautiful like music :)

beautiful like life!

Wednesday 22 April 2009

Butiful Homes: Susan Sargent Designs

A little teapot in hues of purple, orange, blue, green and red


bird-themed bowls




Butiful Homes: Mette Lange

The June 2007 edition of Inside Outside familiarised me with an architect named Mette Lange.

Originally from Denmark, Lange and her husband have made India their second home. 

Their beautiful abode, the Kiranpani House was featured in the June 2007 issue of Inside Outside.

These are some images of the house that overlooks the Tiracol River in North Goa...Enjoyy!

The guesthouse...I wouldn't mind being a permament guest here.

For more images log visit Lange's website. Also peep into the Moving School



Monday 20 April 2009

Post-it notes

How can you make a post-it note more interesting? 
Take a look at this one. 
Rishi's the artist here. I don't know what this note implies. 
But I interpret it as 'a small man's dream of owning a car'. 
This is Rishi's idea from whatever he comprehended out of this whole Nano masala.

Usually I've post-it notes all over my refrigerator. 
It keeps changing every week. 
Somedays it's regarding some circular from Rishi's school, 
some times it's about 'Things to do' 
and sometimes it's a bill that shows me the things that I've bought this month ;)

But there is a particular one that never changes...

Now imagine a blog only about post-it notes :0
Yes! 
Yesterday I discovered a blog that is only about post-it notes. It's interesting to go through it. 


Do visit this blog. You'll enjoy it.

Sunday 19 April 2009

Butiful Homes: If you have it...frame it :)

But I don't like plain-looking empty walls. They make me sad.










You could add life to your walls by putting up wall-hangings, pictures, brackets with stands...anything that will make the walls smile back at you :)

Post-it notes

I was wondering if there was a blog on 'Post-it notes' and look what I found...


There is a blog on post-it notes. Visit the blog and you'll be amused. It's called Things We Forget. Next time you are in Singapore, hunt for them. 
And this is a post-it note feom me!

HAVE A BEAUTIFUL DAY!

Thursday 16 April 2009

Exhibitions...

a good place to buy some inexpensive home furnishings, 
crafts, fashion and accessories
therapeutic
show off your creativity by
mixing n matching.
pick up planters and durries (rugs)
hand painted
 glass
enjoy styling your house
breathe in the colours 
no hole in your 
pocket

Wednesday 15 April 2009

The avial debate

Avial, sambar, velarika itta mor curry, sambharam, errisery, ethakka pachadi, inji curry, papadam, parippu, cabbage thoran... a meal for ten people in three hours. I am really fast at cooking and this in no way means that I compromise on the quality or the taste of the recipe. I COOK WELL. PERIOD.
But there is something that I'm always unhappy about. Every time I cook the proper Malayali fare, I'm judged. Now the problem is not the judgement. The problem is that the judgement comes from someone who's been always of a very closed mind when it came to recipes of dishes like sambhar, avial and theeyal. And since yours truly belongs to the category which believes that cooking is all about experimenting, she uses tamarind instead of tomatoes and tomatoes instead of curd. It's called the culinary art.
Let's take avial as an example. My mom puts all kinds of vegetables into avial, even the humble potato. She uses tomatoes for tanginess and they add more piquancy into it. My aunt in Kerala adds onions to avial, which believe me is very rare. In fact I don't remember eating avial with onions anywhere else but her place. And it does taste good. M makes avial the traditional way, lots of coconut, privileged veggies like yam, carrots, raw banana, beans, snake gourd, drumstick and white pumpkin. They are privileged because they are the chosen few for M's avial. It's always tamarind juice for tanginess. It's dry, but it's the traditional way, so it's supposed to be right.
Now the avial from La Cocina de Mira.
Lots of snake gourd, white pumpkin, yam, carrots, beans, potatoes, colocasia, drumsticks, raw banana, cluster beans, jackfruit seeds...sometimes tomatoes and at other times tamarind juice. For me avial is something that can be personalised. It's like...hmmm...what you call the melting pot of culture, just keep adding and it gets blended. In short it's your dish...be sensible and keep adding veggies. Peas, bottle gourd, my mother once had gone to the extent of adding aubergines and bitter gourd. And I swear it didn't taste bad.
Strangely, everytime I cook avial M always manages to give her inputs on the avial. And this happens when people are eating their food and relishing avial the most.
What do I do?
Yesterday the scene was repeated. And I heard someone say," What the hell? Someone's taken the effort to cook this grand meal and instead of appreciating it we are discussing how it would have been better without the tomatoes". Hmmm! I wish I could do as you said M, but can't help it. I'll continue experimenting. I'll continue putting yam into sambar and make prawns theeyal with tomatoes on a Sunday and with tamarind juice on a Wednesday. I belong to the Madam Benoit school of thought:
"A recipe is only a theme, which an intelligent cook can play each time with a variation".

Monday 13 April 2009

Tribal Route

A few days back I met an enterprising lady called Mamta. While we got talking I learnt that she is one of the Partner/Business Manager of an outlet called ' Tribal Route', that sells 'carefully selected and hand-crafted' merchandise.
Tribal Route is located in Versova, a beach-village in suburban Mumbai. The store is run in quaint little cottages away from the maddening sounds of the city. You can drop in and have a look at the various products they have in store - studio pottery, decor, dining, candles, frames - or maybe you could sit and have a warm chat in their majlis courtyard.
I haven't had the opportunity to visit Tribal Route though I did glance through their website. Soon I'll be going there in person. Meanwhile check them out here:

Saturday 11 April 2009

India da connotations





















Mirchi (मिर्ची):

n

1. fruit of a plant belonging to Capsicum genus


In India mirchi has it's own connotations.

1. fruit of a plant belonging to Capsicum genus

2. a hot looking babe

3. spicy food that sets the taste buds on fire

4. a tongue (of the fairer sex), that can shower the choicest expletives


The 2nd and the 4th connotations are better handled by men (roadside romeos). And Bollywood villains have always done complete justice to 'mirchi' in their various roles where they are seen coiling a belt or maybe a stole in their hands approaching the quivering heroine addressing her as nothing but 'a fruit of the capsicum genus'.



Think mirchi think:

Radio mirchi

Rakhi Sawant

Govinda (tujhko mirchi lagi to)

Vada pav

Mallika Sherawat

pani puri (gol gappe) - teekha wala

Mirch Masala - especially the last scene

The husband and his wife - Part 1

The husband has decided to quit smoking. He's been trying that for the last five years. Poor soul. The efforts are not paying off and the wife is utterly disgusted.

Now the wife is very broad-minded. She doesn't mind smoking when it's done by other men. (Isn't that what being broad-minded is all about? You don't mind it as far as it's not happening in your life, in your house.) But the moment she spots a cigarette in the husband's hand her blood pressure shoots up and the rythm of breathing undergoes a change. It turns into hyperventilation.

After a bit of coaxing and cajoling things get to normalcy state. The husband promises her that 'tomorrow is the last day'.

And the wife knows...tomorrow never comes!

Friday 10 April 2009

Way back home - Conversation I

" Do you know that we have muscles in our body? We have muscles in the stomach too. Did you know that?"

"Yeah. They taught that in school. Did they teach you too?"

"Yes. Auntie showed us pictures of the human body. She told us about the muscles in the stomach. But I don't understand one thing. How do babies manage to enter the stomach in spite of the muscles?"

Monday 6 April 2009

Ecstasy





















This week's craziest things...

1. Bought one more pack of cumin seeds from the departmental store - that makes it a total of three packs that's already stored in an airtight jar away from sunlight and my line of vision.


2. Wasted an egg (not talking about an ovum here). Saturday I was making omelettes. The bin was on the left side and the blender on the right. Cracked the first egg - shells into the bin and egg into the blender. Second egg - shells into the bin and egg into the blender. Third egg - shells into the blender and egg into the bin. Oops!


3. Saw a strange insect. It looked like this. Called my son and told him to have a look at this beautiful bug that look like conjoined twins. Little did I know that those bugs were mating...