Tuesday, 4 August 2015

Sheetal’s pumpkin, for the kith and kin!



Before Sheetal got married, she grew up in a nuclear family. So nuclear was the family, that anybody in the name of a kith or a kin was taboo at their house. Her father wantedher to excel in as many fields as was humanly possible!

Her mother, being the traditional Indian woman, supported her father to the hilt (though it beats every fathomable reason as to how a culture can make second-fiddles of highly talented women, just so that they don’t outgrow or out-shoot their men)!

Post her marriage, she found herself no different from her mother, yielding to her husband’s wishes and demands, though she did most of it to avoid any unpleasant situation, rather than out of conviction. Many times she would point out to the gender bias that plagued the Indian society, whether or not her husband supported the argument.

Though Sheetal came across as a head-strong individual, she was family centric and if there was one area where she listened to her gut feel, it was cooking! Her husband was as much a foodie as she was a health watcher!

She loved cooking and refused to compromise on nutrition to accommodate an enhanced taste. Her husband’s side of the family would not miss an opportunity to meet up and have food together. This culture, though alien to her, was a welcome change!

But due to the excessive love for food, most of them had health issues. She would try and make different items, consciously avoiding coffee and fried papad, inclusion of which would have fetched her the tag of ‘an awesome cook!’

During one of the get-togethers, she decided to include white pumpkin in an unidentifiable way, so that all and sundry were made to consume it raw! Now, most of you must be thinking what a devil she was and by Jove, she loved being the known devil as her husband was detected of diabetes.

I was surprised at the conviction with which Sheetal spoke on feminism and suddenly changed positions to care for her husband, putting behind the bitterness that she had for men in general and the conservative ones in particular.

I realise that women are the natural care-givers of a family and therefore, to get themselves out of the bonds that curtail them, they have to take care of themselves first, before they begin taking care of others! When women realise this they can switch roles with ease.

Here is a simple recipe of the pumpkin raita that Sheetal made for my kith and kin!
In a bowl take curd and beat it to homogeneity.

Grind white pumpkin (remove the thick outer skin and cut it into small cubes), 2 small pieces of coconut, a small finger length ginger, salt. Mix the ground paste with the beaten curds.

In a small pan, heat one teaspoon ghee. Splutter a few mustard seeds, cumin seeds and a pinch of asafoetida, one green (or red) chilli (slit), curry leaves and coriander leaves (the curry leaves and coriander leaves may also be ground along with other ingredients) and add to the raita.

Decorate with mint leaves on top.  

Pumpkin raita, for her kith and kin...

The latest news is that, not only does her family and the extended family relish the raita, her husband's sugar levels have reached manageable levels!

Tuesday, 28 July 2015

The distance between success and failure



As his world lay shattered in pieces so small,
He sat grimly, his back pushed close to the wall!
Not an ounce of strength could his feet muster,
As thought after tired thought formed a cluster!

From a missed promotion to a broken relation,
He felt life slipping away, slowly without a caution!
“What am I missing?” he asked himself in frustration,
Searching for answers from people living in his nation!

He met an old man whose words worked like a balm,
He was as spirited as ever, smiling with youthful charm!
The old man held him close and whispered in his ears,
That worked like magic erasing all his deeply held fears!

“The greatest distance between success and failure,
Is only as long as your rejuvenated mind can find a cure!
Search hard, within the hidden depths of your mind,
And then with renewed will to succeed, a path you will find!”

After a pause that held the young man still listening,
"What you think of as failure," he said his eyes glistening!
"Could be an ill-defined success," said the wise old man,
"Redefine your success and your failure may change its tan!"

It only took a moment for the young man to realise,
The power of human thought as brought out by the wise!
Define your success 'ere you think you are a failure,
And then every low moment, your strong mind will endure!

 

Wednesday, 22 July 2015

Battle on the field!



Men were needed, for the battlefield required helping hand,
And, ‘Send in one son,’ was the call to every mother in the land!
The earth was bloodied beyond recognition as it turned into red sand,
Each day, men fell prey to men, amidst the sounds of trumpet and band!

Call it greed, call it hatred, war after painful war was won and lost,
Each war was justified as the cause was noble and was justly fought!
The victory was celebrated in style and pomp, as the victor’s ego sought!
Failing to understand that the so-called victory was but a loss of their own lot!

But the day is not afar, when men will be needed to plough the field,
So the humans can win their struggle for survival with their labour’s yield!
The day is not far, when men will throw away their weapons and their shield,
And till their land to eat in peace; and rise together in unison, their hatred healed!

Hope is streaming through the tiny pores of the green leaves that beckon,
As a new generation is set to cleanse the earth, emerging as a force to reckon!
May mindless boundaries vanish letting knowledge replace every war weapon!
Let freedom define itself equally to all and integrity widen the world’s narrow horizon!

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