13.4.14

Food talk

On the whole,I would say that Indian restaurants have done more to shame the joy of Indian cuisine than to promote it. While I hold the restaurants abroad for giving 'desi bhojan' a bad name, restaurants here are no good either. 

What initiates this monologue is a flashback from the recently released movie Queen,where Kangana Ranaut says that the pasta made by the enthusiastic Italiano lacks the punch, and the rather offended Chef goes on to say that Indian food is nothing but spicy. This projection is true and frankly offensive to me. Ask any person in the world to describe Indian food and 'spicy'/'hot' are guaranteed to be in the response.

It's a fallacy to confuse spices with spicy. I blame the 'exotic Indian restaurants' for this. The vastness of the Indian sub-continent facilitates the growth of the absolute crux of Indian food : spices. Yes,this includes chillies in all it's glorious,fiery splendour. However,it's also about the spunk of mustard seeds, the woody earthiness of cinnamon, the crunch of tempered cumin, the bitterness of coriander seeds,the subtlety of green cardamom and the almost musky sharpness of black cardamom and star anise. A big, dried bay leaf in a curry and the sourness of kokam. The colour of  bright yellow turmeric and the splatter of curry leaves. Coconut -
fresh,dried,milk -first and second extracts,grated,powdered. Chillies - green,big,finely chopped,slit lengthwise,red,Kashmiri,Degi, for the colour or the tear-inducing kick,powdered or soaked and ground to a fine paste. The depth of dried kasuri methi. The freshness that comes through from even dried mint. The essential topping of dhaniya in anything and everything savoury. Spices are not confined to spicy. It's mellow and mild,earthy and fresh,refreshing and nostalgic of times spent well over a good plate of food.

The cooking medium - ghee, rich. The developed palate for strong mustard oil, scented and heavy. Golden,shining sesame oil. Groundnut, sunflower, rice bran. Olive oil for the modern health conscious urbanite. The glistening Amul butter on Pav Bhaji. The 
dollop of fast melting fresh cream on your aloo paratha.

Where are all these ingredients in our food talk? Why is Indian food seldom about them? Admittedly, it is difficult to find a representative for India's gastronomic face. Biryani? Tandoori chicken/ chicken tikka masala? Aloo jeera? Palak paneer? Nothing can provide a picture clear enough. It's futile, so one mustn't even try.

A typical menu of an Indian restaurant in any city and of any price range features the same old dishes. A look at the vegetarian main course would look something like this :
Palak Paneer
Paneer Makhani
Paneer do Pyaza
Kadhai Paneer
Paneer Tikka Masala
Methi Malai Paneer
... +/- 2 a couple of Paneer dishes and then the menu goes on to become the Atlas Index of cities in India...
Veg Kolhapuri
Veg Hyderabadi
Veg Jaipuri
Veg Kashmiri
Veg Maratha
Veg Patiala
Veg Agra, Veg Bangalore, Veg Calcutta, Veg Dalhousie... You get the point. Same things, different names. There is a dish or two mentioning 'dhingra'( I know no one who would use that term for mushrooms in regular parlance, by the way), an aloo jeera/aloo mutter/aloo gobi, a bhindi and in a place that likes taking the occasional risk, maybe brinjal. I may be making a generalizationbut this happens in restaurants which typically boast of these specialities : Indian, Mughlai, South Indian, Punjabi, etc. the extent of India fitted into a 6 page menu.

Understandably, it may not be feasible to sell karela or lauki or arbi or kaddu. Most middle class Indians have the mentality - "jo ghar main mil sakta hai,who bahaar paise deke kyun khaana?" - the why eat ghar ka dal-chawal when you can spend on yummy biryani instead perspective. Maybe, though, maybe we take this thought process in the wrong way. Urban households increasingly rely on quick,easy-to-make regular dishes. This is where restaurants have the market to sell dishes forgotten : Traditionally, home-cooked recipes of curries and wonderfully simmererd daal, fluffy or sticky aromatic rice and rotis that are not the forte of an average woman anymore - either due to their cooking skills ( or lack thereof), paucity of time, apprehension of new food or the ignorance of existing ones. 

Increasingly, our bazaars are flooded with red and green bell peppers, fennel, avocados, artichokes, broccoli and red cabbage. Even in Tier 2 cities and towns, the masses fed on years of Sanjeev Kapoor, recipes in magazines and their travels are aware how these are used in European-style cooking. However, this is creating a mental block that clouds experimenting. Non-indigenous produce could be a brilliant source of contributing to the stagnant culinary 
structure. Vikas Khanna is someone I've been following of late. Not only is he a much needed replacement to Vineet Bhatia on the food show Twist of Taste on FoxTraveller, but he also brings about a wonderful version to recipes from the Indian coast, most of which are unheard of outside the localised region. Incorporating French techniques or making sambar cake in a jar. Sounds ridiculous but interesting. A need for the evolving Indian palates.

I am not completely bashing restaurants that serve Indian food. Some  of them have created landmark dishes in the recent past that are well known - for example, the kathi roll from Nizam Restaurant in Kolkata. Our take on Chinese food, an unabashed and unapologetic take on those who makes copies of everything. China-Made in India. We need restaurants to promote regional cuisines, experiment and create new food and to save face from the stereotype in the global context. Our food is unexplored and it demands attention now.

I realise there are so many more things I want to talk about when it comes to food. Snacks, beverages, desserts. Local foods, non vegetarian, sourcing, chefs. It's a vast alluring array that could become a hotspot of gastronomic wealth with a little effort. It's important for food writers to come out of their critical analysis job description, for restaurants in India to truly become 'specialists', for restaurants based abroad to project Indian food as it really is and for the general man to show up with a stomach for all this.


20.2.12

Something not special

It's been long overdue,and I think I am kidding only myself if I attribute it solely to mental blocks- though they have been around for a while. I've pictured myself doing the blogger.com > New Post thing for a while now, even been encouraged by a friend, but to no avail. All of my posts DO get saved, but only in the dungeons of the Draft section of my mind.

I've been thinking for long on how to come up with the funniest,wittiest,casual but yet oh-so-intelligent write-up I could do. Something with a lot of thought, and yet manages to exude carefree vibes.Something different, new and a revolutionary  thought that will be appreciated by all my million(e) readers. Ok,cut the crap, who am I kidding again?

But I did consider writing a travelogue-ish blog. Still giving it some thought. Rajasthan is kind of inspirational for the average traveler not awed by the Incredible India campaign. AND,it helps that it will be slightly guilt-free on my literary conscience that I can't write regularly. Alas, everyday life is not a getaway.

That brings my thoughts to something else. The obsession with being unique. I feel idiotic about the whole I-need-to-write-an-awesome-something-because-nothing-else-is-acceptable.
I watched Ek Main aur Ekk Tu recently ( shitty movie; brilliant marketing. Don't believe the :well-paid: reviews in the newspaper,unless you are super bored). Imran Khan's shown as this typical too-good-to-be-true-boy (They don't exist btw - this goes out to all the people who love debating on the issues of portrayal of reality in cinema these days :/ ) and there's this scene where he realises that he is "perfectly average". Not too good, and definitely not too bad. Just a really well-blended mixture of both.Well,it's a mockery of neat-freaks and organised people, but my disdain with THAT shall be dealt with later. I liked this concept, though - being perfect and average. Why be good, when you can be both - and kickass overall?

How our society truly loves ostracizing anything not unique! All those inspirational one-liners about being the only one in the world, totally different, "I am what I am" types. A query though - what is wrong with being regular? Not big, not small, but just medium? Of settling into the crowd and being a part of it? Do we really need to stand out and get a spotlight on our head all the time? Would it be wrong to feel nice when you go unnoticed? Is it wrong to want to be a little insane when everyone expects you to be the "one who leaves a mark?" Or,to make a failure and skip one of those "stepping stones to success" just for the heck of it?

You know those Bell Curves we Psychology people love displaying everytime  there is a discussion on the distribution of intelligence amongst the general population? Tap here if you don't know what I mean. The only reason 2% of the genius population are gifted is because there are almost 76% people who are supporting them by being "ok" intelligent. I suppose you could argue with the "Jack of all trades, master of none" theory - but the truth is, it is the Jacks who run the world.

I'm not condemning the idea of being ambitious. In fact, few things are better than you knowing the exact purpose and aim of your life. Neither am I saying you should not stretch beyond your best abilities . Go ahead, surprise yourself! But just because you are not the guy a million people know, doesn't make you any less special. And special is not unique. Special is not being one in a million.  Special is finding contentment in the smaller things. In knowing that a good day is sunshine and rain. That being a full grown adult does not mean staying away from lollipops or balloons or crayons.  That rolling in the mud is in the Top 10 fun-nest things ever ( and the jealousy that your dog can indulge in it and get away with it). Knowing that you'll find someone nice when another someone nice does not like you back. In finding a song you can hum all day into the night and wake up the next morning still singing it. Or looking at the mirror, wolf-whistling at yourself and smiling because you are sexy and you know it.

So be a little you, a little someone else. The world runs on the Indian secret of जुगाड़ : iski topi,uska sar. Imitation is a good form of flattery,really.  Ask China, they've been doing such a fantastic job.
Don't always stand out in the herd, find a squashy well-worn chair, settle in, make yourself comfy. Nothing wrong with it. Feel like you're being Another Brick in the Wall? Big deal, it's a sturdy wall, and sometimes, that is what matters most. Find a mutually weird carbon copy. Maybe, it's about time some of us started being  different by being similar.


"Baanwre se mann ki dekho, baanwri hai baatein
Baanwri si dhadkanein hai,baanwri hai saanse
Baanwri si karvaton se neendiya tu bhaage
Baanwre se nain chaahe
Baanwre jharokhon se baanwre nazaaron ko takna"
Baanwra Mann from Hazaaro Khwahishein Aisi

Note to self : For a sermon to self, I am rather liberal with certain words. tut tut.

11.12.11

Dusk.

The rains. Sunsets of bleeding colours. The moon in its sudden shared shining glory. Storms. Winds that make a racket as they blow. A sky so perfectly blue with cirrus clouds. Shifting mist in the early morning. There are some weather elements I absolutely adore. Sure,it's always nice to have a sunny,normal day.But it's normal. Just NORMAL.

Imagine you've had a long day. Not necessarily a bad one, but just a tiresome one. And Nature just happens to display one of its beauties. It takes your breath away. It always makes me emotional. Or sentimental (sic).
Makes me sit down and admire the careless but meaningul bounty.

A lot of people have remarked that they find sunsets depressing. I love sunsets. Enough to make me update status' about them followed by hearts or to dedicate entire photo albums to them. Sunsets, especially those that occur just before and after the rains. Dusk has this stange poignant feel to it - a bittersweet mood.

I like nothing better than to sit by my window and look at the sun as it melts into the horizon, behind the buildings dotted with lights. There's serenity in the loudness and chaos of the hues so vivid. You may argue that dawn is the same, but it is not. Dawn somehow seems more restrained. More calm. An introvert aspect of twilight. Picture perfect, yes. But difficult to believe and too idealistic. It is the transition from the dark night that you've already fought and battled.

But dusk? It is a spectrum of emotions, a valence from the comfort of day into the mysterious questionable night. Red, yello, orange, blue, purple,white - all seared in gold and blending into black.

Dusk is beautiful :)

31.8.11

What is contentment? Or a happy life? The summation of your breaths in ecstasy and unadulterated joy?
Maybe not.
Today was an average day.But a good one.Why?

Almost three months since I last wrote.it's not that nothing has happened since June, it's that I had a huge writing block.The sort where you KNOW you want to put across an idea,but it gets stuck somewhere in the rut of your mind. But today, here I am . Again . Suddenly , there are too many words that need to be written , that demand freedom from the unexplored to this virtual page . It is a wonderful feeling . I can't imagine how authors and poets can live survive without it.

What also makes me happy ?  The knowledge of having good friends . A huge comfort knowing what a rarity they are these days . To all the super - wonderful people filling the gaps in my life - I owe you guys one :)

And finally, down to the real reasons :
One - It's important to make peace with your past . I don't know where I read that , but it came to me today when I finally came to terms with people I'd been upset with . People are always important , no matter when or how often or for what reasons they have walked out of your life . When you are given a chance to reconcile , do it , because there's a good thing waiting for both  at the end of it .
Love does not die when two people can't get along anymore . I guess it lives on and gets passed over . Something like the cycle of karma . So if you break up , but if you still wish the best for someone , there aren't     too many tears that will be shed .

Two - Have you ever witnessed a scene so beautiful it breaks you're heart? Makes it ache in a bittersweet way? Made you stop and pull your bike to the side of the road (in an army area, no less ) just to gaze at the wonder of it all ?
I didn't wish for a camera as much as I wished to etch the scene forever in my mind.
Looks like it's going to take a while for me to get over my obsession with sunsets.

Meanwhile , there's a purpose in life again . I don't know what it is , but it's not that aimless . All those opportunities missed in the last few months are not sacrifices , just milestones to refocus on ones more to my liking and capability.
Alas , I am glad there is no manual focus on the viewfinder of this phase of who I am .

You can climb mountains , touch the sky . What next ?
Only time can tell.

" In the midst of movement and chaos , keep stillness inside of you. "
 - Deepak Chopra




3.6.11

Songs about rain

I don't quite know for sure what it is about the rain that fascinates me so much.
No,it's not so much about the romantic atmosphere . The rain's not always about food , or love or holding hands . Or bright candles when the lights go out , or old songs you play in the deepest sense of nostalgia . Or even for that matter , the return of innocence. Maybe , the rain is just about the strange nothingness , a peace of mind and a sense of quiet.
There ' s something about the rains that hit you like a deep moment of insight . The smell , the sights , the sounds . It disgusts most people when it rains - the dirt , the muck , the inconvenience of it all .
But the first rain after months of heat and longing . When your heart pleads for satiation and it soars when you hear the arrival of the monsoons heralded by the winds , it is gorgeous .
Yesterday , as I walked back from the gym in the rain , I was soaked . I had my pants rolled up way above my knees . I walked through the walking track surrounding the semi-flooded cricket pitch , with only the light music made by the falling drops on the bamboos to accompany me . The only light was that of the garden lamps , glowing like golden orbs in the distance in the almost inky black colour of the trees and the sky .
And I felt a moment of happiness , sheer joy , ecstasy . My hair was pathetic , my face looked like shit , and I was observing the world through fogged up glasses , and yet , this world was beautiful . I did not lament that I did not have music to listen to at that moment .
Those five minutes in the rain , I knew , that if lightning struck me , I could have died knowing there was beauty in this world . 
No , it's not always about the songs on rain . It's about finding your own silence in the noise . 

2.5.11

Make a wish

Remember those pictures that were so popular on facebook ages back? Where they had cartoons or figures with captions such as "the perpetually drunk one" , "the politician" ," the rapper", "the musician" ,etc? and you tagged your friends and everyone commented and 'ha-ha-ed' their way through it?

Yeah . So one of my friends was tagged by one of HER friends on one of these common - downloadable pictures with multiple tags . But I liked what it said , so I'm typing it out here :

This is my wish for you : 


Comfort on difficult days
Smiles when sadness intrudes
Rainbows to follow the clouds
Laughter to kiss your lips
Sunsets to warm your heart
Hugs when spirits sag
Beauty for your eyes to see
Friendships to brighten your being
Faith so that you can believe
Confidence for when you are in doubt
Courage to know yourself
Patience to accept the truth
Love to complete yourself.


And it's signed off as  ( Anonymous ) . 

The thing I like about it is that it's strangely comforting and honest . It's something I would wish for people I love and care about , without sounding pretentious or fake . It's heartfelt and somehow feels like its meant .
So.This goes to my friends and my illusional blog - readers :)

Have a beautiful life :)

 "It was right then that I started thinking about Thomas Jefferson on the Declaration of Independence and the part about our right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. And I remember thinking how did he know to put the pursuit part in there? That maybe happiness is something that we can only pursue and maybe we can actually never have it. No matter what. How did he know that?"

<< Christopher Gardner (Will Smith) in the Pursuit of Happyness.

29.4.11

Jiyein Kyun?

Jiyein Kyun?
Let me start by saying this isn't a music review.
So don't expect me to give a critic's view of this song.
But it's about an instant connect . Have you felt that with a song ? Maybe it's the lyrics . Or just the music . Sometimes it isnt even about the actual song . It's just that you hear it at a time when it has extreme situational relevance.

So I heard Jiyein Kyun in passing . I liked the way it sounded . I didn't even catch the whole song,just the bit they played in the trailer . Now , I have this habit of using the 'Draft' section of my messages to store the names of songs I need to download . There Jiyein Kyun made its way. And Rested In Peace until I came back from a 3 week vacation . If there's one thing I love the internet for , it's got to be Youtube. Besides Google and Wikipedia . That besides , a few punched keys in the youtube search engine gave a satisfactory hit :

^^Jiyein Kyun :
Film : Dum Maro Dum
Year : 2011
Singer : Papon
Composer : Pritam

Enter . Buffer . Play . Shut your eyes . And just listen .
Maybe if I'd heard the song under different circumstances , it wouldn't have affected me that much . Composition wise,it's a good song , perhaps not a great one . But it touched me .
People have a way of disappearing from my life . Important people . People I've loved truly and honestly . I don't know whom to rely on anymore : who's going to stay around for a long time , if not forever? What happened to "forever and always"?

Ever asked yourself the purpose of life? I have . Almost everyday . Something my brother inspired me to believe : To live each day and to not merely exist , no matter how pointless it seems , how difficult , how treacherous . Because one day , one day , this life is going to be blown off like a candle's flame . And it won't warn you beforehand .  And when that day comes , I want to die knowing that I MIGHT have some unfulfilled wishes , but that every experience I'd had till that moment - good , bad , anything - that it was worth it . That I was there in that moment . That I cried , that I laughed . Made mistakes , survived.

You know how it is to love someone so bad that it hurts ? It's ok if it's not reciprocated . Seems bad , but you can live through it . What's worse is when you know you can give your life up for someone but they just don't know it . Or they move on leaving you behind . Suddenly it's like you are walking around without a shadow .

People steal from our lives . They just lose their way from us . Friends , lovers , colleagues , family members . Distance , death .They just steal the memories from you . And you are never the person you were with them with anyone else . Because these are special people . And when they are gone , they take with them a part of you , that part you can never be again with anyone else , no matter how close the other person .

And then when they are gone , you miss them . Perhaps that's where the misery starts . Because it's not just their physical absence that haunts you . And then the memories turn to rust .

Or we hope. Hope to God that there will be a miracle and they'll be back in your life . To fill your days with their warmth and sunshine. But maybe I'm too much of a realist . 'Miracles' is a nice-sounding word that happens to one in a billion . And I am never that 'one'.

So maybe it's a good idea to hold onto your loved ones . Appreciate them , love them like crazy . So that even after they go , you know you tried . But what we often end up doing after we've fallen is that we don't venture out anymore . We hole up and lower our expectations so that we're not hurt again .
That's where I ask : Jiyein Kyun?


http://sound17.mp3pk.com/indian/dummaarodum/dummaardum03(www.songs.pk).mp3

Na aaye ho, na aaoge, na phone pe bulaoge
Na shaam ki karaari chai, labon se yoon pilaoge
Na aaye ho, na aaoge, na din dhale sataoge
Na raat ki nashili baat se neendh mein jagaoge
Gaye tum gaye ho kyun, raat baaki hai
Gaye tum gaye ho kyun, saath baaki hai
Gaye tum gaye hum tham gaye har baat baaki hai
Gaye kyun, 
toh jiyein kyun



Na aaye ho, na aaoge, na dooriyaan dikhaoge
Na thaam ke woh josh mein yoon hosh se udaoge
Na aaye ho, na aaoge, na jhooth se sunaoge
Na rooth ke sirhane mein, remote ko chhupaoge
Gaye tum gaye ho kyun, raat baaki hai
Gaye tum gaye ho kyun, saath baaki hai
Gaye tum gaye hum tham gaye har baat baaki hai
Gaye kyun
toh jiyein kyun...



Aankh phir tham gayi, na thaki
Raat phir na bati, na kati
Raat phir chhedti, maarti
Neend bhi lut gayi, cheen gayi
Raat bhi na sahi, na rahi
Raat bhi laazmi, zaalimi
Gaye tum gaye ho kyun, raat baaki hai
Gaye tum gaye ho kyun, saath baaki hai
Gaye tum gaye hum tham gaye har baat baaki hai
Gaye kyun toh jiyein kyun
Gaye kyun toh jiyein kyun



Na aaye ho, na aaoge, na phone pe bulaoge
Na shaam ki karaari chai, labhn se yoon churaoge





What makes people tick.

Psychology.
7 years back,I decided that what I want to do is read people's mind.Understand them.Predict what they will say.Make them believe contrary to "negative" thoughts.The subject? Psychology.
Over the years,friends and other well-wishers tried to deter me,put me on the path of law,medicine,engineering and everything else under the spectrum.But not many supported me with the idea of psychology.
Somehow, I think,the common man is just afraid of being discovered.Sigmund Freud went on and on about suppressed feelings,memories and experiences.Maybe he was right.This is probably just that.

"A man should not strive to eliminate his complexes but to get into accord with them: they are legitimately what directs his conduct in the world."

Over the years,I would instinctively catch hold of passing information on handwriting analysis,neurosis,body language and the likes.Two years back, I opted for Psychology as one of my subjects.I didn't regret it.
The first and foremost thing I learnt : Psychology is the relationship of S-O-R.An Organism's Response to a Stimulus.Through the last two rather tumultuous years ( it being the great teenage period, after all) I tried applying this.And I finally understand what makes people who they are.Its a reason.There's ALWAYS a reason.There's something that makes them nice.Or mean.Or moody.Or neurotic.Compulsive,idiotic,lovable.There's a reason to it.

Sadly enough,we don't understand that.If someone is angry at us,we fight back.Build a wall.Retort.It's not merely about self-preservation and ego.If someone's down and out,we try helping them.But do we indeed?In the right way at that?

Many people have jokingly said that they'd be my first clients were I to become a counselor/therapist.
It scares me the way some people hide themselves.Their true individual,unique selves.And I am no exception.That's something I can say to : "Been there,done that."Then again,it's not something I'm proud of.Neither is it something I regret.It just is.

Perhaps the best way to describe us homo sapiens is the verb "be." Was.Am.Will be.
We're complex.But we're just layers of simplicity.

Bridging the distance between black and white.


"And when the broken hearted people living in the world agree,
there will be an answer, let it be.
For though they may be parted there is still a chance that they will see,
there will be an answer. let it be."

<<< LET IT BE : The Beatles


"No change, I can't change
I can't change, I can't change
But I'm here in my mind
I am here in my mind
But I'm a million different people
from one day to the next
I can't change my mind"

<<< BITTERSWEET SYMPHONY : The Verve