Saturday, September 12, 2015

KAAPI



KAAPI

Coffee: a drink made by brewing coffee beans which are berries of coffee plant. One of the most popular beverages in the world, it is said to have been smuggled out of Yemen in 1670 by Sufi Saint Baba Budan and planted on the slopes of a hill in Chikmagalur district of Karnataka. This hill later named Baba Budangiri after him. Now coffee is part of the South Indian culture. Who knows what we might have been drinking if the Baba had not brought coffee to South India? Extract of roasted and ground tamarind seeds, perhaps.

Coffee powder: Made from coffee beans roasted and ground. Sometimes it is blended with roasted chicory powder (the root of the chicory plant is a coffee substitute and additive) to enhance flavour and colour though a purist would scoff at chicory. Different pure coffee varieties like Arabica and Robusta and coffee-chicory blends available in the market. Custom blending is also done by many retailers to suit your preference.

In the olden days, roasting and grinding were done at home. Every South Indian home had a mini roasting cylinder in which coffee beans were placed and the cylinder rotated over a charcoal fire. A week’s requirement would be roasted and stored. A mini grinder was fixed to the kitchen shelf in which one cup-full of beans, enough for the day’s consumption, would be ground every day.

Coffee Decoction: The coffee liquor or essence or decoction is extracted by passing boiling water through a layer of coffee powder placed in a filter. For South Indians, this is a ritual which has to be learned and perfected, no matter what.

Kaapi: South Indian for coffee.

Tumbler-Dabara (or davara): A tumbler is a drinking glass, a straight or slightly tapered cylinder without a handle. May or may not have a rim. South Indian coffee tumblers paired with dabaras have rims. A dabara (or davara) is a shallow cylinder with a flat rim. Commonly made from Stainless Steel or ‘Eversilver’. ‘Eversilver’ is Tamil for stainless steel, probably derived from a popular brand name in the good old days. Together, tumbler and dabara make good style statement. Together, with good strong filter coffee inside the tumbler, makes for good hospitality.

South Indian filter kaapi is best had strong, i.e., ‘first’ decoction (decoction obtained from the first filtration; many homes, which don’t place much importance on good coffee or civil hospitality, have a second and even a third filtration), mixed with freshly boiled milk, a spoon of sugar added to just mask the bitter taste, in an ‘Eversilver’ tumbler-dabara.

1.       Wash and clean both tiers of two-tier Eversilver coffee filter and the tamper. Let them sparkle.
2.       Top tier is for loading the makings. Bottom tier collects the decoction. Tamper is for tamping.
3.       Wash and clean Eversilver tumbler and dabara. Let them shine.
4.       Tumbler-Dabara is like cup-saucer, but better and more versatile. Very nice. Stylish.
5.       Stack top tier over bottom tier.
6.       Boil water, enough quantity to fill top tier of filter.
7.       Fill about one-fourth or one-third of top tier of filter with roasted and ground coffee powder.
8.       Tamp coffee powder down lightly with perforated-disc-with-stem tamper provided with filter.
9.       Pour boiling water over coffee powder till it fills up top tier.
10.   Give filter smart tap with a spoon to start filtering process. Close filter lid.
11.   Pick up newspaper, read headlines backwards. Or count down from 300. Time.
12.   Decoction ready.
13.   Pour decoction from bottom tier of filter into tumbler. Fill about 25.40 mm from bottom.
14.   Top up with freshly boiled milk, steaming hot. Fill up to top, leaving 19.05 mm to 38.10 mm free for any “adjustments” like more milk, more decoction, more froth, etc.
15.   Add sugar.
16.   Place tumbler in dabara.
17.   Coffee ready for backing and forthing.
18.   Pour coffee from tumbler to dabara and back and forth to cool it and to dissolve sugar.
19.   Taste. Do necessary adjustment.
20.   For more froth, increase distance between tumbler and dabara while backing and forthing.
21.   To stretch the coffee, take tumbler farther and farther away from dabara as you pour.
22.   Keep watchful eye while stretching. Keep mop handy.
23.   Enjoy.
24.   Wash and clean tumbler and dabara when finished.
25.   Mop floor if necessary.

(India changed over to the Metric system about half-a-century ago, throwing the whole country into a state of utter confusion for some time before the good citizens re-collected their wits and started inventing conversion tables. But the old British units are still being used for measurements. For instance, the amount of rain falling on a particular day, any day, whether Tuesday or Friday does not matter, is generally measured and spoken of in inches. Some people also measure heavy rain in terms of domestic animals and buckets. Levels of certain liquids, esp. of the life-saving variety, poured into glasses, are measured in terms of fingers, such as two fingers of this or a healthy dose of four fingers of that. Coffee decoction falls under the beverage category, second only to life-saving, and its measure is generally in “inches”. But I am trying to be properly metric in these matters and have therefore indicated the dabara diameter, levels of decoction and milk in tumblers, etc. in millimeters (mm), correct to second decimal place. For those who are wary of decimals and chary of calculating up to second decimal places, 25.40 mm equals one inch. 19.05 mm is three-fourths of an inch. 38.10 mm is one-and-a-half, 76.20 mm is three and 101.60 mm is, what else, four inches. I hope I made myself clear. Now let me go. I have to inch along to another article.)

-          © Shiva Kumar, September 2015

Sunday, September 6, 2015

Train Songs


Recently I was listening to the song “Mere sapnon ki rani…” from ‘Aradhana’, the film which catapulted Rajesh Khanna to superstardom and made him the very first (and the only) “Phenomenon” in the Hindi film industry. The song shows Sharmila Tagore, at a window seat of a coach of the Darjeeling Himalayan Railway “Toy Train” reading, trying to, or pretending to read, Alistair Maclean’s “When Eight Bells Toll” and Rajesh Khanna crooning away, in a Jeep driven by Sujit Kumar, running parallel to the train. Those who know this place say the locale for the song was the Batasia Loop near Darjeeling in the Kurseong-Darjeeling section.

The music in this song, of the shrill flute mimicking a steam engine’s whistle and the rhythmic "hiss hiss hiss" in the background reminding you of the pistons pumping away and the steam escaping in little puffs, the accordion emphasizing the rhythm … one doesn’t have to have seen the film to visualize the train chugging along. Totally romantic, I should say. One almost forgets the Jeep (in itself a vehicle much favoured by the Hindi film industry for picturising songs in) which rolls along parallel to the train. A composition made for the train, this song.

Another equally romantic song and one which also became a superhit is "Hum dono do premi duniya chhod chalein" from the Rajesh Khanna-Zeenat Aman starrer ‘Ajnabi’. The duo is on bales of hay stacked on the flatbed wagon of a goods train (the easier to hop on and off), singing away with abandon. I don’t remember whether they were running away, escaping or just going for a ride. Rahul Dev Burman, the composer, has paced this song so beautifully that the melody and the beat create the mood effortlessly.

My thoughts now go to another song, “Gaadi bula rahi hai …” (from ‘Dost’), where the train, as it chugs along, becomes the exemplar for the singer to dole out the philosophy of life. The train is adviser personified and every movement is a piece of advice. This song, featuring Dharmendra, was picturised on the then Simla Toy Train running from Kalka to Simla (now called Shimla) This has become an iconic song.

And no doubt you have heard the song "Rail gaadi" sung for children by Dada Moni Ashok Kumar in the film ‘Ashirwad’ which remains a firm favourite in that category even today. The way he reels off rhyming names of places in pairs in that breathless style of his is simply captivating. This is “rapping” of the highest order! The song was written by the irrepressible Harindranath Chattopadhyay and the music was scored by Vasant Desai.

Two Rahul Dev Burman creations are among my favourites; "Dhanno ki ankhon mein raat ka surma..." from ‘Kitaab’ and "Hoga tumse pyara kaun..." from ‘Zamane Ko Dijkhana Hai’. In the first one, the locoman (or engine driver, in my childhood parlance) romanticises about Dhanno which is the name of his girlfriend who lives in a village along the train's route. But to me, as I listen to the song, the engine takes on a life of its own and could very well be the Dhanno in the song. In the second song, Rishi Kapoor tries to pacify an angry Padmini Kolhapure, both sitting atop a railway carriage as the train chugs along. As the track meanders through the scenic countryside, so does the tune, transporting the listener to an idyllic land far, far away.

Then there is the Sachin Dev Burman composition from the film ‘Kala Bazaar’ in the voice of the inimitable Mohammad Rafi: "Apni to har aah ek toofan hai...". What a melodious song this is, and how beautifully picturised! There is only the barest hint that this song is picturised in a train but that is more than enough to make you go along for the melodious ride!

There is a certain something about the chugging sound made by a steam engine which cannot be replicated by any other. The modern day diesel engines and electric locomotives may have awesome pulling power but they cannot hold a candle to the romanticism of yesteryear’s steam engine.

Indeed, I think any composer would be proud to have a train song in his repertoire.


(Disclaimer: All the links to the “train songs” given below are taken from youtube. All rights to these songs vest with the respective Copyright owners and no copyright infringement is intended. These links / songs are posted here purely for personal entertainment and not for any commercial purpose.)

1.     Mere sapnon ki rani
– ARADHANA  –  Kishore Kumar / Anand Bakshi / Sachin Dev Burman

2.     Hum dono do premi duniya chhod chalein
– AJNABI – Kishore Kumar, Lata Mangeshkar / Anand Bakshi / Rahul Dev Burman 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d7ABnmJETxE

3.     Gaadi bula rahi hai
– DOST – Kishore Kumar / Anand Bakshi / Laxmikant-Pyarelal

4.     Rail gaadi
– ASHIRWAAD – Ashok Kumar / Harindranath Chattopadhyay / Vasant Desai 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D8IJKI0vmQE

5.     Dhanno ki aankhon mein
– KITAAB – Rahul Dev Burman / Gulzar / Rahul Dev Burman

6.     Hoga tumse pyara kaun
– ZAMANE KO DIKHANA HAI – Shailendra Singh / Majrooh Sultanpuri / Rahul Dev Burman  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iaFmNil_xYo

7.     Apni toh har aah ek toofan hai
– KALA BAZAAR – Mohammad Rafi / Shailendra / Sachin Dev Burman

Tuesday, June 2, 2015

I had a Plum to-day

I had a Plum to-day

I got a book, it came as a gift,
It picked me up, gave me a lift.

I’ll immerse myself in every page,
Go back in time, to a happier age.

I find myself a cosy nook,
Sit back, open my book.

Page one produces a broad smile,
I move on to two, and ponder awhile;

Page three draws from me a snort,
Someone’s already plotting a plot!

They are scheming like the dickens;
As I turn the pages, the plot thickens.

This devious planning is making me laugh,
I shake in my chair and almost fall off.

There’s a chap and there’s his butler,
There’s a planner and a plan scuttler.

Aunts pop in, here and there
Embellishing the story, as it were.

Telegrams fly, to and fro, thick and fast
I am thinking this is too good, will it last?

Page fifty, and I’m wiping the tears,
I haven’t laughed so much in years.

Is it me, rumbling with mirth,
Or just a tremor in the earth?

The book’s a riot, too funny to handle,
It’s become dark, I will need a candle

Night has fallen; I too fell, many times
Picked myself up, ignored the chimes

I’ll finish the book, come what may
I’ll try not to fall off again, I’ll stay.

I’m chuckling away into the night
When I finish the book it’s first light

Ah! I can happily get back to the old grind
After all I had a Plum to elevate the mind!


-          ©  Shiva Kumar 17th May 2015

Friday, May 1, 2015

Saturday, February 14, 2015

A Basketful of Plums

What Ho!
Here's my tribute to The Master, which was a few days in the making. I might be able to improve it a bit if I work on it a bit, but then, I might not. So I'll let it be. It is not a romantic poem or any stuff like that. It is just an idea which came to me when I went to my friendly book shop and found an unexpected treasure. I let the idea germinate.
I started off by putting down a few words, then I assembled them into small groups, the I tried to make the whole thing sound good. There was a bit of humming and hawing and tweaking and chopping and, in the end, I said enuff! I shall now post.
I am a great disciple of The Master and simply love, among other things, his style of writing.
I hope you like my effort. Thank you.

A BASKETFUL OF PLUMS
Holiday morning, lovely day
To the bookshop, I’m on my way
The bookman called and said “come, quick,
Come a-running and take your pick.
A bunch of ol’ books have arrove,
A big crateload, a treasure trove.”
I wade in, my wish list in hand
Books all over, I can’t see land.
Dark grim tales to the left of me,
Sob stories to the right of me;
Pah! Bah! And Tchah! Far away be,
I want books which guffaw make me.
Melodrama, romance, forsooth!
Stuff, no sense in the bitter truth.
Yes, ribbing prose, tickling poetry,
But no science nor geometry.
Clarence, Freddie, Threepwood clan
Sir Galahad, the Pelican
Empress, Baxter, the angry swan;
Plum makes you chortle, that’s his plan.
Psmith the name with the silent P,
Sometimes dotty, always natty!
Ukridge the get-rich-quick schemer,
Out, looking for his redeemer.
Anatole, chef extraordinaire,
He cooks up a superb French fare;
But when he expresses his ire,
His English is simply hilare!
Come and meet Mr. Mulliner,
Angler’s Rest’s own story teller.
Or, the golf club’s Oldest Member,
Who many tales does remember!
Roderick Spode, Sam the Sudden,
Uncle Fred, Pongo Twistleton!
Sally, Gussie, Bingo, Catsmeat,
On my bookshelf you all I’ll greet!
Ah! There I spy a Bertie tale
With his antics he does regale.
By himself he’ll be in a bind
Thankfully, Jeeves isn’t far behind.
Wodehouse Omnibus, just you wait
Till I pick you up from that crate!
Plum’s the word for the humour stuff
Reading once is just not enuff!
A holiday morning well spent
Time flew, so fast, it came and went!
Now to curl up in the arm chair
Read away, come up only for air!

© Shiva Kumar 2015

Friday, February 13, 2015