Beta, aaj maine gajar ka halwa banaya hai....

I'm sure all of us remember this dialogue from some or the other Amitabh Bachchan movie aired on Doordarshan on some Sunday afternoon, back in our childhood. This dialogue, along with another along similar lines, i.e., "Beta, aaj maine aloo ke parathe banaye hain" epitomised the selfless love and devotion of the long suffering mother of Indian cinema in the 1980s and earlier (played either by Nirupa Roy or Reema Lagoo) towards her son, the angry young man fighting evil society and its even more evil scum, the leering ganglord/ rich arrogant industrialist/ corrupt policeman (insert as applicable).

But this post is not about Hindi cinema of yore, or even about the angry young man or his wronged mother who brought him up single handedly and groomed him to avenge the wrong inflicted upon her. This post is about the other, often overlooked star, the gajar ka halwa. 

For no matter how cliched this sounds, there can be no denying that gajar ka halwa at home meant indulgence of the motherly kind, and any announcement of the intention of the Mother to make gajar ka halwa was promptly followed by yours truly falling all over self in excitement and promptly offering to help her (which help, the Mother mostly refused with a benign smile and strict instructions to go study, or sometimes indulged by allowing me to grate carrots using the handheld grater). In fact, gentle reader, such was my love for this delicate Indian dessert, that I had to physically restrain myself from rubbing my hands in glee and ensure that the silly grin which automatically found its place on my face was firmly kept in control, often by indulging in other activities such as talking thirty eight to the dozen, if it were possible, which often had the Mother ready to drop whatever she was doing and bolt out of the house until I had calmed down somewhat...

With the passage of time, I moved out of home to go to college and thenceforth, to Mumbai, but whenever I met the parents during the winter months at the college hostel when they came to visit, or back home, or at our house in Kolkata when the parents were in town, the Mother always ensured that there was a bowlful of gajar ka halwa for me.

This year, during the Holi weekend, I was sitting at home after having cancelled out last minute on some friends who were going out of town because of the possibility of me being required in office during the wekeend, and having a merry pity party, missing home and familiar surroundings (compounded by the festive atmosphere and the near complete absence of friends in town, who had all headed off to various places in the wake of the rare three day weekend), when suddenly I decided that I wanted to do something which would, at least in part, recreate the feeling of home. Ergo, I decided to make gajar ka halwa.

A quick call to the Mother followed, resulting in what seemed like a laughably easy recipe for gajar-ka-halwa-in-a-jiffy. A quick trip to the grocers and an hour of peeling, grating and following vague instructions and instinct later, I found myself staring at a kadahi full of some yummy looking gajar ka halwa (even if I say so myself). 

Now, it was time for the acid test...the tasting of said yummy looking gajar ka halwa. Having grown up surrounded by mouthwatering food, what with the Mother being a cook par excellence, it was with trepidation that I took a spoonful of the halwa to taste, and then felt the corners of my lips twitch into a silly grin, reminiscent of the silly grins ages ago when I finally got to taste the halwa made by Ma. The halwa tasted perfect, just like the ones I had had right through childhood. The Mother was duly informed of said accomplishment accompanied by appropriate delighted squealing, and the smile on my friend T's face when she tasted some of the bowlful that I had taken along when I went to meet her for Holi in the evening confirmed my initial delight.

And that is how, I managed to recreate some more of home in my adopted city, in the process of making this city home as well. Of course, the fact that I played Holi with my neighbours for the first time, and participated in the Holi puja along with the other members of the society also deepened the feeling of settling down and being accepted by the city at last, and need I say it, it sure feels good to come home to a home away from home :)

Of never ending work and unreasonable clients...

Disclaimer: Crib post ahead. You have been warned.

Ok, so we'll keep this one short and sweet...or maybe not (the sweet bit, that is)...after all, it IS a crib post. So, to get to the point...am sure all of us have gone through times when there is frenetic activity at work and life just seems like a blur, where days merge into each other...well, I am going through such a phase now. Not for the first time, obviously, but what makes it especially disconcerting is the fact that I am travelling so much after a prolonged gap. 

Now I am a girl who likes her seven hours of beauty sleep. So you can imagine how distressing the past fortnight has been for me, when I tell you that every alternate day in the past fortnight (and I kid you not on this one) has been marked by early morning flights, along with its attendant evils, namely waking up at unearthly hours and the brain downing shutters in the early parts of the evening because of lack of said quota of beauty sleep.

That the client in the matter (legalspeak for assignment) for which I have been travelling so extensively is Cruella De Ville personified does not help matters for my poor addled brains either. For it really is not a pleasant situation when one manages to drag self to office on a Monday morning, bravely defying Monday morning blues, only to be ambushed by a call from said client, precisely fifteen minutes after switching on the system, which client thereafter systematically proceeds to numb my eardrums by way of a ten minute soliloquy in a voice that resembles the sound of a chainsaw more than a human being at the pitch that would put a drill sergeant to shame.

Several weak attempts at reason later, I finally manage to get in a word sideways when said lady pauses for breath and hurriedly apologise for not meeting her expectations (given how she has been going on and on about the Firm not meeting her expectations etc.)...never mind that our team was totally not at fault on this one and the reason for said ten minute soliloquy was a missed sentence in a 200 page document, which statement was, in my humble opinion, not a big deal really....ah well...

So anyhoo, after having pacified said lady and sweettalked her into talking in a voice that at least began to faintly resemble that of a homo sapien, I was only beginning to thank the God Almighty for such small mercies when she erupted again...this time very graciously (and entirely without being asked to, please note) to tell me how I should arrange my day to ensure that her work got done and how I should forget about my obligations to all my other clients just so I could focus on her work. Once I had managed to recover from the shock at the nerve of the lady, I quickly put the phone down at the first opportunity in order to avoid a tongue lashing, which in my opinion, was certainly in order for said lady. 

Ironically, I happened to glance at that precise moment at a pamphlet that the company in question uses, and which had been lying around on my desk, which says in bold letters, "CUSTOMER IS KING". It was at this moment that I took this to be a signal from the good Lord and chose to swallow all the righteous indignation I had been bursting with precisely three seconds ago...for as far as said lady was concerned, she certainly practiced what her company preached and in her mind there was obviously no doubt that the customer, which in this case was her, was certainly king (or is it queen?)

And that is how, gentle reader, it came to pass, that I am now working to meet the lady's whims and hoping we can meet her expectations this time around (pun totally intended)...it's time to sign off now, and sign in for a call with Cruella for a status update. Ah...life!

On the positive side, maybe this experience will teach me to appreaciate the semblance of music in the sound of a running chainsaw... :)

Toodles!         

MIA

Hello hello....so I've been missing in action, and there's been radio silence...an explanation is in order, and about time too, along with a quick update...

The past fortnight has been rather hectic, what with work, travel and lots of socialising :) This hectic fortnight saw me travel on alternate days for work, turn a year older, be a part of some showdowns and some reconciliations and meet some wonderful new people. And of course, meet Usha Uthup! :) 

But to begin at the beginning, as they say...some work, which had seen me spend a month at Kolkata last year, has revived and required me and a colleague to be present in Kolkata again. The work panned out in a manner that I was required to go to Kolkata a day before the parents were supposed to come down to spend some time with me and celebrate my  birthday with me. Decided to take full advantage of the fact that the birthday is on a national holiday, and so it transpired that I was on a flight to Kolkata on the morning of my birthday, after having brought in my birthday with a quiet dinner with R, with whom I share my birthday, PB and her husband, AA. Talked to AA properly for the first time that day in the two years that PB and AA have been married, and generally had a really good time catching up with them. Also learnt a valuable lesson along the way, that often a lot of our preconceived notions of how well (or otherwise) we'll get along with some people are just that....preconceived, and often, misplaced notions :)

But to get back to the day of my birthday, there I was groggy eyed, waiting for my flight to be announced, in line for a cup of coffee, when I heard this really familiar voice...looked up to see that said voice belonged to none other than THE Usha Uthup...yup, that's right...in person, standing right in front of me!!!

Suddenly, I found myself walking up to her and gushing about how I realised it was not an appropriate time to bother someone, given as it was early morning etc., but how I just had to come tell her that I was a huge fan...made myself stop with great difficulty and dashed off before I could prattle anymore, and promptly texted and told the whole world (ok, some five people) about how I had just met and talked to THE Usha Uthup...but then, given how huge a fan I am of the lady's inimitable style, the slight streak of exhibitionism may be forgiven, nyet?

Anyhow, after that excellent start to my 26th year on this planet, landed in the City of Joy to an effusive welcome by the parents, endless messages from friends (which I found really touching) and a whole lot of activity that had been planned by the parents. Also met some lovely people in the course of the evening, and spent a charming couple of hours chatting with them about a world that is as different from mine as chalk is different from cheese...and the evening was marked by a whole lot of cake cutting activity with the extended family...all in all, a good day indeed :)

The week that followed was fairly humdrum, marked only by work, work and then some more...got a break on Sunday, thankfully, which was spent in meeting family and friends and then it was back to work again from Monday through Friday. Dashed back to amchi Mumbai on Saturday morning, in order to prepare the house for the parents, who landed in town on Saturday evening. Though the visit is a fortnight behind schedule, it sure is good to have them here, and amazing to be able to spend time with them for a prolonged stretch...if the beginning of the year is any indication, it sure does look like this is going to be a good year :)

Did miss a lot of stuff while I was away in Kolkata..missed being in office on the day it was SM's last day in office (SM is a dear friend and ex-colleague, who I almost wasn't going to talk to ever...but that's another story for another day) on the day it was NB's 25th birthday (who is another colleague who has transitioned to being a dear friend), and on the day of a colleague's wedding...and most importantly, missed some yummy Parsi food at said wedding...I did tell you I was a foodie, did I not? :)

Am finally back in town, and it sure feels good...And now, dear reader, hopefully, I shall be a lot more regular in posting about me, my life and the myriad issues that have my attention at the moment :)

Till then, toodles!

Kaipochhe!!!

Today is Makar Sankranti, and people in almost all parts of India are celebrating the transition of the Sun into Capricorn in its celestial journey. This day, which is supposed to mark the beginning of the harvest season in rural India is celebrated as Lohri in Punjab (though a day earlier), Pongal in Tamil Nadu and Makar Sankranti in other parts of India, like Maharashtra, West Bengal and Gujarat.

Each part of the country has its own rituals associated with this festival. So while this morning, I came across several status messages on friends' FB homepages saying "Til gul ghya, god god bola", roughly translated from Marathi as "Eat tilgul (a traditional sweet made of sesame seeds and jaggery) and speak well (sweet/ good?) (of others)", some others were missing the festive atmosphere seen in their hometown as the entire city gears up for a day of kite flying and meeting friends and family.

The FB status of this other friend sparked off some wishful thinking of my own... how I wish I could be in Ahmedabad one of these Makar Sankrantis, if only to watch millions of kites take off and colour the sky a million shades of red, blue, green and which other colour have you...this image has been etched in my imagination after Gujarati culture and Makar Sankranti was made famous by Hum Dil De Chuke Sanam, and more particularly, by the song Kaipoche! which went on to become a chart topper for a significant length of time. Others may of course remember the song because of the orange pants worn by Salman Khan in the song...

Psst....as an aside, whoever wears orange pants??? On a more prosaic note, wouldn't people get to know if you repeated the said item of clothing 'cause it would be etched in people's memories for the longest time, if only because of the shock value it generates? Or maybe it is only me who is alarmed by the phenomenon of people willingly choosing to wear orange pants...   

And of course, when I read the Kite Runner, the thrill of flying a kite and the excitement involved became a palpable, living, breathing experience...the beauty with which the particular scene depicting the kite flying competition was depicted, and the way in which the scene was made the prelude for the turning point for the events in the book make this one of my all time favourite reads...but to get back to my mid day wishful thinking, I've decided, someday, I will certainly make a trip to Ahmedabad on Makar Sankranti to soak in the atmosphere associated with the cry "Kaipoche!"

But having grown up in a house where Makar Sankranti signified loads of goodies lovingly prepared by the Mother in keeping with the tradition of rice harvesting Bengal, what I really miss about today are the amazing sweets (collectively called puli pithey in Bangla)...

As per tradition in Bengal, Makar Sankranti marked the first day of the winter harvest, and agrarians long ago would, on this day, make various steamed and fried sweets from the freshly harvested rice and offer it to the gods as thanksgiving for a good and bountiful harvest. Though the reason behind preparation of the mouthwatering delicacies has long passed into oblivion, food loving Bengal and Bengalis have still held on to the elaborate tradition of preparation of puli pithey...be it the steamed gokulpithe, or the dudh puli soaked in milk, or the yummy pati shapta, or the eternal favourite, the chushir payesh. And if you think that is too much of sweets for one to handle, there is the shoru chakli and the koraishutir kochuri/ chop, though, in my opinion, the last has little to do with the harvest offering and is an addition based on the food-loving Bangali's tastebud dictates. :)

Right through my childhood, Ma would start preparing these delicacies about two days in advance, and since these were supposed to be eaten only on Makar Sankranti and not prior, the two days to Makar Sankranti would be sheer torture, where one could only look at these sweets longingly and wait for the big day. Today, sitting in faraway Mumbai, how I wish I could get hold of at least some form of pithe...maybe I'll just ditch procastination and try my hand at it next year.

And for this year, maybe I'll cheat on my self imposed diet just for today and head to Sweet Bengal :)

When I get married...

... I will be able to get a haricut.

....I will be able to go on (and truly enjoy, it seems) a vacation.

....I will be able to get houses on rent more easily.

....I will cease to be asked when I plan to 'settle down'.

Before you start thinking that I have totally and irretrievably lost my marbles, dear reader, let me fill you in on the background to this post.

Scene 1 - a lazy Sunday afternoon right after getting a haircut

Moi (having called up the Mater excitedly after a brand new haircut) - Ma, ami chul katiyechi! Khub bhalo keteche, layers e (Ma, I got a haircut...they've styled it really well, in layers).

Mother (barely managing to supress an involuntary shriek) - Eeesh! Ar koyek din pore katatish... (Eeesh! You could have got the haircut after some days..)

Clueless moi - Keno? Koyekdin pore katale ki hoto? (Why? What would have happened if I got a haircut after some days?)

Extremely logical mother - Na, tor biye hoye jeto! (Nothing, you'd be married by then!)

Nugget of information as a minor aside  - The wedding date is nowhere in sight...heck, even Mr. Right is nowhere in sight!

Scene 2 - another random marathon adda session with the Mother (yes, I have a lot of these adda sessions, as you can see)

Don't remember the exact conversation, but the gist of it was something to the effect that vacations are truly fun and romantic only when one is with the significant other (the "SO"), and if I visited all the places I wanted to right now in my sorry single state, what would I do when the SO finally made an appearance in my life? Romantically eat peanuts while looking deep into SO's eyes in the local train in Mumbai???

Sigh! Never mind that I have been hit by wanderlust ever since I can remember and have even allocated a week out of my measly three week permitted leave in a year to travel to new and unknown destinations :) which of course, till date, have happened only in my mind.

Scene 3 - in an apartment in Malad in earnest conversation with the owner of said apartment with me fervently hoping to make the transition from one of the many inspecting the said apartment to the one finally taking it on rent

Owner of Apartment ("OA") - So who all will be staying in this house?
Moi - Principally me, but my parents will visit me from time to time...
OA (turning to broker) - I told you I want only family type people...all these single girls...I don't want to be going to jail...
Moi (startled enough at this point to break into the conversation) - Sorry, didn't get the connection...
OA - Yes, all these single girls, they come and do all sorts of things, and then the brokers and owners have to go to jail...you know of this recent case where yada yada yada...I am also travelling most of the time, what if something happens to you yada yada yada...so bottomline is that I am very clear...yada yada yada...I want only families in this house.

Scene 4 - any time I am with family and well wishers

Concerned neighbourhood aunty/ relative/ well wisher (fill in as appropriate) ("CP" for concerned person) - So, what you doing?
Moi - I'm a lawyer, associated with a law firm in Mumbai.
CP - So how long have you been in Mumbai?
Moi - About four years now...
CP - Wow! That's a long time...yada yada yada...so when are you planning on settling down?
Moi (at least initially) - Well, I am kind of settled in a way, y'know...nice job, love the city, things are looking good if you ask me (tentative smile follows)
CP - Oh c'mon! That's not what I meant, and you know that...when are you planning on tying the knot?

This is typically followed by absolutely direct questions as to whether I am dating someone, if no, why not, if because there's no time, then maybe I should consider a lifestyle change which would give me more time for myself...at which point of time my eyes glaze over while I desperately look for the first opportunity to turn and run!

Before you draw any conclusions about me being a vehement, frothing-at-the -mouth opposer of the institution of holy matrimony, let me hasten to assure you that I am quite the romantic, with embarrasingly outdated and idealised notions of love and marriage and I would love to be married one of these days, actually fairly soon, but what really has me annoyed is the persistent denial that most people seem to face regarding a single, unattached girl, and the completely overrated position of marriage in the larger scheme of things.

To be fair to the dear mother, I think her dismay at me having got a haircut stems from her concern about my hair needing to be styled into a bun for the wedding ceremony, and (in her mind) the complete likelihood of my knight in shining armour sweeping me off my feet the day right after the hair cut, in which case, said hair would be too short to be styled into a bun....well Ma, that's not happened so far, so I've gone and gotten a haircut yet again :)

But on a more serious note, though one would have to appreciate the concern of well wishers for a single girl in terms of how it is difficult to deal with everything singlehandedly, and I'll admit that one does sometimes wish for a helping hand and smiling face to come back home to, it does get a tad annoying when people tend to look at marriage as the be all and end all of a girl's life, making it seem as if her whole life is in limbo for that one moment when knight in shining armour puts sindoor in her maang, after which the said girl would lose all identity of her own and be referred to as X ki bahu and Y ki bhabhi and Chunnu ki mami and Munnu ki chachi.   

Is it really so difficult for people to accept the fact that in today's day and age, there is a sizable chunk of girls, at least in the major cities of the country, who having spent most of their waking time in the past five years or more doing things which are all designed to achieve a professional degree from a reasonably reputed college/ university, would want to spend some time on their own discovering themselves and figuring out who they are as people, as professionals and as individuals, before taking on the responsibility of another person and possibly another family? Is it really that unimaginable that a girl may want to stay alone for a while instead of making a transition from her parents' house to the hostel to the husband's/ in laws' house? 

And assuming, though I am totally not inclined to believe this, that girls with thoughts like those above (a.k.a like me) are really few and far between, is it too much to ask for if I want to treated as someone in my own right? Why is it considered necessary for a girl to get married before she's considered 'settled' in life? Do financial and professional security count for nothing? Will it always be necessary that the SO (as and when he does decide to show up) be used as a defining point rather than someone who complements me and my personality?

What do you think?

It's that time of the year again...

It just seems like yesterday that we ushered in 2009. Though it was a quiet celebration, because I was still recovering from a relapse of malaria, it was all that a celebration looks like in my mind...friends, family (well, almost, it was T's family and her house, and that sort of qualifies), good food, a long adda session...all in all, a great time.

And zap, it's time to usher in 2010 already!

As I get into the festive mood, the kind of looked forward to, but not really eagerly anticipated, year end contemplation begins to make its presence felt. It is something that has become a sort of tradition in the past three Christmases that I have spent in the city...where I look back at the year gone by and thank the people who have made the year memorable. This ritual has great significance for me, because it is my way of creating a family out of friends in this city where I have no relatives and no family to fall back upon. Some of these people are friends from college, some others who I met here, but all of them are today an integral part of my life.

Festivals, for me, have always been associated with traditions. This ritual is also my attempt at creating traditions and establishing a familiar pattern in this phase of life on my own.

And then, of course, there's New Year's eve...unlike most people I know, I do not have any plans in place yet to bring in the New Year. So what does someone, who's not interested in braving maddening traffic after work on the last day of the year to squeeze into a smokey place filled with people packed like commuters in rush hour traffic in a Churchgate bound local from Virar, do? Dunno yet, but we'll discover the answer in the course of tomorrow :) Of course, Nuts has invited a bunch of us over to her place tomorrow for a house party with the promise of making waffles on New Year's morning, before I leave for the airport to get to Cochin for a dear friend's wedding. Yeah, I know, is she sweet or what!      

And of course, somewhere in between, there is packing to be done for the trip, work to be finished and resolutions are to be made (and hopefully, stuck to, this time around!) On that note, time for me to sign off now...wish you and yours a very happy new year!

PS. On that note, have often wondered, is there anyone out there, who's reading all that is the outcome of me pouring my heart out on (virtual) paper? Anyone at all? If so, it'd be nice if you gave me a holler, if only to return my sincere wish! :)

Until I am ready to pour my heart out again in the new year....

Toodles!

Change in the offing

Yes, gentle reader...change is in the offing. And no, I am not talking about the imminent change of year and decade that is a mere 10 days away (though that too has had a role to play in the change that this post is about).

The change that I talk about is the change in the layout, design, title and theme of this blog. The ongoing process of change, I would like to believe, mirrors, to a certain extent, the change that's happening with moi. Why this sudden spouting of philosophy, you ask? Well hang in there, and you shall be told all in the more detailed post that follows on this topic. But the long and short of it is that I have often wondered what to write about, given that there is so much that I have wanted to say at any given point of time. So now, I have decided to streamline things a little and in this blog, focus on the life of the single, footloose and fancyfree in urban India.

Over the past four years or so, having met several young people staying away from home by choice and totally enjoying the experience, as well as the freedom, trials, tribulations and reality check(s) that come with it, I suppose it's time to reach out to others like us, and what better mode that this...so hang on tight, 'coz we're ready to take off!

Happy reading!