Saturday, August 17, 2024

The Cholesterol Season

The Cholesterol Season

The season after the rains is the season for feasts, the season to watch your weight. For nearly two months the South West monsoon rains lash the land, bringing relief and joy to farmers. The onset of monsoon ushers in the month of Aashada or Aadi when everything grinds to a halt. No new projects are undertaken, nothing new is started; it is considered an inauspicious month. There are no holidays and nothing to celebrate.

The month following Aashada is Shravana, which heralds the coming of the festivals. There are, of course, the festivals of Naga Panchami and Bheemana Amavasya but Varamahalakshmi is considered the major Hindu festival to open the season. This is a pooja traditionally performed by the women of the house. Thankfully, the men are allowed to partake of the grand feast that typically consists of payasam (a sweet dish made by boiling rice or broken wheat or vermicelli or just milk with sugar till it thickens to half its consistency, adding cashews, raisins, pistachios, almonds, etc. and flavouring with saffron and cardamom), aamvade (though in my house, traditionally, we make a steamed version that we call paruppu pidi kozhukattai), a beans curry and/or a raw banana curry, kosumari (a salad made from soaked green gram dal and diced cucumber or raw mango, spiked with chopped green chillies, garnished with curry leaves and coriander leaves and tempered with a pinch of hing and mustard seeds heated in oil till they sputter), yellow dal, plain rice to be had with sambar, rasam (tili saaru) and curds. The list makes your mouth water, doesn’t it?

Around the same time, the people of Kerala rejoice in the celebration of Onam, the harvest festival to commemorate the Vamana Avataram of Lord Vishnu and the annual homecoming of King Mahabali. Onam is characterized by the Ona Pookkalam, a colourful arrangement of the petals of different flowers on the ground, a kind of floral “rangoli” carpet. The festival is not complete without the Onam sadya, a feast fit for kings, with more than twenty five dishes like thoran, kaalan, avial, sambar and others, topped by pal payasam (payasam made from milk) as the grand finale of the meal.

The next major festival is Krishna Janmashtami. This is a favourite with kids, for this is when they get to eat murukku (or chakli, hand-twisted spirals of rice flour, tempered with salt and jeera and deep fried), uppu seedai (similar to chaklis but shaped into small marbles) and vella seedai (here the salt and jeera of the uppu seedai are replaced by jaggery and elaichi and the "marbles" are slightly larger in size). Sufficient quantities are prepared to last a week or more and children get to have them every day. Of course, the elders tuck in, too!

If Janmashtami tickles the taste buds, the next major festival has the juices flowing. Ganesha Chaturthi is celebrated typically with some delicious preparations like modaka (or kozhukattai), medu vade, vellappam and the ubiquitous payasam.

There is a bit of a gap after this, and the festival season moves into top gear with Dassara. Aha! Homes are decked up for the ten day festival characterised by the display of dolls, the womenfolk visit the homes of their neighbours, relatives and friends to view the displays and the whole country is in a holiday mood.  Saraswathi Pooja and Ayudha Pooja are celebrated on the ninth day of Dassara by worshipping books, musical instruments, machines, tools, tackles and instruments which are then allowed to remain at rest for at least one day. All work comes to a standstill. The feasting, however, goes on regardless because Dassara also stands for ten days of gastronomic delights that leave one gasping for breath! Payasam (of course), kosumari, vade, and a different sundal every single day.

The next major festival and perhaps the biggest of them all, Deepavali, sees the gastronome shifting into overdrive. Kilos, nay, tonnes of sweets are made, sold and consumed in those three days. Deepavali traditionally is the time for bonus payments and the sudden abundance of the moolah, albeit for a fleeting while, obscures the penury and brings out the generosity and bonhomie in everyone. And what better way to show it than by exchanging sweets? Milk sweets are the favourites, though among the wealthier classes, badam, pista and kaju sweets take preference. And a description of the food is best avoided here, for it would need many many words to do justice to it!

And then comes Sankranthi-Pongal when you can have sweet pongal, made from rice, jaggery and dollops of ghee. You get only a brief breathing space before it is time to celebrate Ugadi habba with holige and vade!

All these festivals tend to fatten one up and send the cholesterol levels up North. It is time to put on your walking shoes, don your gym wear or your yoga toga, go forth and burn away the calories, for this is the Cholesterol Season!



Sunday, March 31, 2024

PHLOX-BUTTERFLY AUDIT

PHLOX-BUTTERFLY AUDIT


A kaleidoscope of butterflies
To my haphazard garden flock over
A sight for sore eyes
As they pause and hover

Above the tiny, colourful phlox
Of varied and variegated hues
Among the forget-me-nots, roses, goldilocks
Yellows, reds, a couple of blues

They gaze at the phlox
Placidly, the phlox gaze back 
Matching colour for colour, gaze for gaze
I decide to test my counting knack

And compare the rival scores
Butterflies, on my fingers, I count seven
Phlox too, likewise, ticked off on my toes
Odd numbers, both, the scores are even

Matter over, the butterflies rise
Flapping their wings and flock away
The phlox remain, grounded and wise
And, in the breeze, gently sway

Here, counting and tallying done
There, pollen dusted
The mental exercise was fun
My numeracy skills haven't rusted

~ SK, financial year ending, 2023-24

Wednesday, October 26, 2022

A MATTER OF TIME (Gastro Entry Logic)

A MATTER OF TIME

"Tell the time, no?"

"Why you are asking time time time time so many times? Keep your own wrist-watch on your own hand so that you can see your own time at any time."

"I have given my wrist-watch to my cousin brother to wear for exam. And doctor has given some important medicine which I must and should swallow at correct time. So only I am asking you to tell the time."

"Okay okay okay. Because you are telling doctor and medicine I am co-operating. To-day I will tell you the time but tomorrow you must wear wrist-watch."

"Thank you for your generosity."

"But why you are going to doctor for medicine and all?"

"Health problem. I am getting stomach pain. If I eat also and if I don't eat also. Doctor is telling it is due to gastric effect. He is stomach pain specialist."

"He may be ENT."

"Not ENT. That is for face and all. This is for stomach and it is called gastric entry logic something. He is famous doctor. Simply he is pressing stomach and asking two questions and with that answer he is giving some pills and it is curing the pain."

"What he is asking?"

"He is asking what special I am eating yesterday and when I am eating it. I told him I am eating only four Mysore Pak in the afternoon time. Office Ayudha Pooja sweet."

"The sweet fellow might have used unpure oil."

"No no no. I have seen the Mysore Pak preparation with my own eyes. It is pure ghee only. And I am eating only four."

"At a time?"

"No. One after another."

"Oh. Then your stomach may be weak. Be careful. Next is coming Deepavali. Better don't eat Mysore Pak. Eat some other sweet. Meet the doctor before only and take advance medicine."

"Yes. Thanks for advice. I will follow this."

"And give me also the doctor address. Let it be with me for emergency."

- © Shiva Kumar, 26 Oct 2020

Sunday, October 17, 2021

CAPTAIN KIRK GETS BACK TO EARTH

CAPTAIN KIRK GETS BACK TO EARTH

As the space capsule passes over Delhi, India, a Hindi speaking Indian-origin member of the staff at the Earth Mission Control takes the com. 

Captain Kirk had learnt a smattering of Hindi for one of the Star Trek episodes that could not get made on account of budget issues. He had, in fact, planned a short dialogue in Hindi with Spock but Spock spoke no Hindi. Kirk loved watching Hindi films and listening to old Hindi film songs. Now, Mission Control thought they'd give him a surprise by speaking to him in Hindi.
 
Mission Control: Earth to Capt. Kirk. Namaste, Kirkji! Kya khabar, sab theek thaak hai? 

Capt. Kirk: Kirk to Earth. Ohohohoho! Namaas Tay! Sab tick tock, dhanbad! Everything's going like clockwork!

E: Dhandad nahi, dhanyavaad! Thank you. Achcha, bolo, upar se aapko Bharat kaisa dikhta hai?

Captain Kirk: Window say dekka. Kooch nahi deekta hay. Sab dua hee dua hay. Too much smoke hay.

E: Woh dhuan nahin, baadal hay, I mean, hai. Yahan baarish ka mausam hai. South West, North East, aisa kuch kuch hota hai. Yahan sab gharon mein subah subah chai ka paani ubaal rahe hain. Uske wajah se bhi ho sakta hai. Ya koi savere ka dhundh hoga.

K (breaking into old Hindi song): Doond? Sansar ki har shay ka itna hee fasaana hay, ek doond se aana hay, ek doond mein jaana hay. Larala lalala lala, lara lala lara lala, hmhmhmhmhmhmhm!

E (as the capsule begins to move out of range of India): Achcha, theek hai, theek hai, ab Angrezi mein bolo, Hindi bandh karo, whole Earth ke log sun rahe hain. Hindi mein bologe toh sabko iska arth maloom nahin hoga.

CK: Theek hai, arth samajh gaya. OK, Earth, understood. 

E: (switching over to official sounding voice): Earth to Kirk. Well done, Captain. We are proud of you.

K: Still learning, Earth. These Hindi songs are like vitamins.

E: I meant your space trip, not your Hindi songs. And that reminds me. Have you taken your 90+ vitamin capsule?

K: Yes, I have, Earth. With 90 ml of pure water. You know, I felt like singing “Koi cheese milane ko jee chahata hay”. The capsule is still floating around in my stomach. I have a gut feeling that it will take a while to dissolve.

E: Understood. You may now initiate capsule descent procedure. The space capsule, not the vitamin capsule.

K: Copy that. Thanks for clarifying. Initiating space capsule descent procedure. Happy I was able to "boldly go where no 90-year old man has gone before". Signing off now. In other words, Kirk out, but coming back in. "May aa raha hooooooo!"


~ © Shiva Kumar
17 Oct 2021

 


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Tuesday, August 10, 2021

TO MARKET, TO MARKET, IN A TONGGA

TO MARKET, TO MARKET, IN A TONGGA

To market, to market in an ass-drawn cart
An ass-drawn cart called tongga
I chose an ass to draw the cart
Though a horse might’ve been strongga

I was in a hurry, so I took the short route
The long route would’ve been longga
But the route I took was the route to Beirut
It turned out I was terribly wrongga!

I lost my way ‘cause I’d strayed a bit
I should’ve taken the road to Chittagongga
I thought to myself, this tongga isn’t fit
I should’ve travelled instead in a Jongga

I was turning around when I encountered
The tennis ace Miss Goolagongga
Twittering and hopping about like a bird
Wrapped in a colourful sarongga

I called out to her, craning my neck
“Hey Miss Goolagongga, where you goingga?”
She said “I lost my way returning from a trek
To the summit of Mount Kangchendzöngga

I hafta get back Down Under to Ozzie land
And back to the town of Wollongongga
Where I practice my top-spinning backhand
Hafta be home before the dinner gongga!”

I pointed South East and told her she hasta hurry
“Thataway, there, Missy, is where you belongga
Go quick, don’t tarry, but go without a worry”
She went, spring in step, bravely singin’ a songga!

© Shiva Kumar - 2019

Sunday, August 8, 2021

Songs of 1969-70


When I woke up this morning, Kishore Kumar's "Jee bhar ke dekhloon main tumhe, zulfe idhar karlo" (Deedaar, 1970, Varma Malik / Usha Khanna) was buzzing around in my head, right up to "Surkhi tere ruksaar pe, badlegi rang bahar ke" after which it dried up, without giving reasons for coming or going.

It is an easy paced and smoothly flowing melody and had been a favourite during the season the film was released and on and off (does "on" and "off" remind you of villain Ajit's signal?) and after that too, right up to the present.

Surprisingly, it did not come to mind last week, when the maverick genius, the 'harfanmaula', had his birthday and everyone was playing their favourite songs of his. Perhaps it was reminding me of my lapse to-day and was chiding me by going away after the first line of the first antara. Remiss of me.

So, after glancing through my first newspaper and savouring my second tumbler of strong filter coffee, sakkaré kadimé, I made amends for my forgetfulness by going to Youtube and pulling up this. And it took me right back to those summer holidays of 1969-70!

I suppose I will end up playing songs of those days to-day - songs like "O meri praan sajni", "Priye Praaneswari", "Rut hai milan ki", "Koi maane ya na maane", "Aaj ko junli raat ma". Who knows, when you play one, it will pry out some little tidbit embedded within the folds of yoir memory and lead you to another! That is what these songs do, don't they?

~ © Shiva Kumar, 08 Aug 2021

https://youtu.be/4osc1SXn4zI



Saturday, April 24, 2021

NO SHADOW DAY

24 April 2021



It is No Shadow Day again. 

Go out on the stroke of noon or thereabouts and look for your shadow. You don't see it? What did I tell you?

Just like it did last year, it rained heavily last night. And the weather is not exactly balmy. It is bright and sunny - perfect weather to be out and about.

But it is also Weekend Lockdown Day. So I can't be out and about. Not to worry. I have been gifted books that I have yet to read, by a good and caring friend. The tree to curl up under that wasn't there earlier still isn't there, but the old sofa is there as solid as ever, and I have all day. So you know what I'll be doing.

What will you be doing to-day? Apart from looking for your shadow, that is.

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24 April 2020

NO SHADOW DAY 2020

"The dry spell continues. At least in these parts where I dwell. ...
..... (some 200 words in between) .....
So, all in all, drought conditions prevail. The dry spell continues."

Yesterday, I had reprised a four-year old memory of the dry spell continuing and drought conditions prevailing and all that sort of thing.

The weather gods, not too happy with my reprising and posting four-year old memories that have no relevance for them when they had been having different plans altogether, decided on a swift reprisal.
 
Late in the night, the skies opened up. It poured, and poured like the dickens, and did not let up till the sun came up. And when the sun finally came up, it did not show its face but hovered behind a cover of clouds. We were treated to a diffused spread till well past breakfast time.

Balmy weather prevails now. The kind of weather when you look for a tree under which to curl up with a book. I don't have a tree to curl up under nearby, but I have a book, and I have a sofa.

A well-meaning friend informed, through a kind forward that some well-meaning friend of his must have forwarded to him, that to-day is No Shadow Day and, at a particular time of the day when the sun will be at its zenith, there will be no shadows. He did not mention where all the shadows will go but that is not important now. The sun is at its zenith and I am going to go out up to my gate and look for that shadow that isn't there and, after making sure it really isn't there, I am going to come back in and curl up with a book.

See you in some time. It sure feels funny without a shadow!

- © Shiva Kumar