Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Tug Of War

Robotic routines in the recent past left me so anguished that last night that I felt deflated. Outrageous. I hardly spared time to work out some math sheets with my daughter. Office, home and one child. These were the projects in my life. And then came this blog where I would crib about it all.

I wanted to open the floodgates of my mind's dam where numerous thoughts had been circling in orbits. The speed went directly proportional to the speed of our routine. The endless list of jobs. I wanted to fall flat with my laptop and write. Write write and write. The cherished dream of childhood. I cherish those evenings sitting in my home garden as I wrote my school times poems. The aroma of the agarbatthis my mother lit after evening prayers to god, still tickles my nostrils at the very thought. One small Red Diary of mine that holds a treasure of my bits of writings, poems and thoughts lie with me, slightly soiled with worn-out pages.

And after a few months of the "routines" in Doha, we can't wait to block our travel dates, pack and rush home. The hustle-bustle of preparations includes a few shopping hauls too. I behave like a child, waiting to go home after a boring day at school.
Home!! For me.

There is a paradox always when my daughter says shes so very excited to go to India. But for a holiday only and come back home! 
For her, Doha is a home.
It is so very natural. But my heart longs to go back home. Perhaps nothing much different than the busy bees that get busy collecting nectar to return home one day. 

Just before the travel day, my daughter starts exhibiting her enthusiasm in her craziest ways. She has just wriggled into the blanket like a mouse trying to pull out a piece of cheese stuck inside a hole. She shook her ass continuously and stuck it out of the blanket and kept whistling until I had to quieten her. Her excitement has no bounds. All her bags packed and announced to most important people in her life like her Ballet and Art teacher, her class teacher, her playmates, even the school bus driver.

We are no less. Pulled out Indian currency and admired all the five and ten-rupee notes that seemed so good. I smelt a note as slipped it into my bag and that reminded me how I used these notes as I took the autos of Bangalore in early 2001. Naa a holiday to India is not new. We go every year. Even at times for a day or two.
But I want more and more. And more.

After a break as we visit India, there is fun even in watching the street dogs bark, lizards patrolling the home walls, the beggars bugging you by pecking at your shoulder, the continuous nonstop honking on the roads as if there has been some kind of emergency.
Standing in the center of a crowd and stuffing "paani puri"  in my mouth while my relatives pull my legs over that too. And as a typical NRI coming from "foren" who visits India only to eat all the street food, go back in branded clothes exclaiming how much we miss India.

Well, as for my daughter she will clap and jump on seeing some stray puppies on the roads. She will roll and laugh when she sees people hanging out of the local city buses around Manipal/Mangalore. She will carefully watch the street vendors shouting their typical lines, selling tomatoes,  onions, or fresh flowers on Bangalore roads. And then imitate that in her games with friends back in Doha.

And then as we [me and my hubby] exclaim a sad ending to our holiday, for my little one, it is the other way. She is a "forener" in India waiting for her return one day to her home where she is brought up!
As for me, life in Doha is a tiger ride. Neither can I get off the ride, nor can I ride much longer in peace.

There goes the tug of war. Wonder till when!

Monday, December 05, 2011

Dancing Silhouette

Dawn to Dusk ebbs the day in silence
As the twilight dances in glory
So does the silhouette of the little dancer

Dusk conquering over the sunshine
Sun diminishes reluctantly
Like the shy bride unveils

The cold wind that kissed my cheeks closed my eyes
Sun seemed to bid good bye whispers in my ears
And I smiled

There went a trail of thoughts in the mind
Agony and high expectations are like friends hand in hand
Peace and low expectations another pair so joyous

Hopes resemble those blooming flowers
Spring awaits those new triumphs
Fondness is that tool

It cradle your thoughts like a baby
That sprouts into new dawn, new hope, new wish
Life blossoms into laughing flower

New dawn demonstrates smiles and promises
Again to end in a dusk
That which seems dark and painful like agony yet promises cheers.

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Gulfi's Rainy Day

Distant flickers of puffy clouds as they crawled in on the blue mat of sky dawned to me about my reading the weather forecast on the weekend. There were rains, "good rains" expected in Doha on Saturday. Much awaited indeed. Hail rain in this desert. It is not uncommon for we Asians here in this part of the Gulf to exclaim in much overwhelming gesture about a welcoming rain.
I am not less than one crazy creature on a rainy day here in Doha. On a lighter note can say it's silly to be so mad on seeing rain perhaps but this is "Gulf".
I do not have pictures please. Have this words as all.
An absolute unending downpour the whole day leaving the sensitive bitumen lay ed roads of Doha wrecked. They are not rugged & designed so well for  rains. These roads  are perfect mirage providers. Yes it was an one mark question that occurred in school time tests "what is a mirage?". And only as I drive on the Doha roads in mid summer did I see there is a real beauty in it too. As I drive at 100 k mph I get the creepy feeling there's water a little ahead. It doesn't turnout to be. A little ahead it is, there's is water, so it goes on throughout the drive with ultimataley scotching heat only.
Rains are a boon in this city. December is month that generally sees some rains before the winter shoots in full swing banging the weather to a zero Celsius of the midnights.
Wish  the rain could wash some of the uncouth realities of life too. That it rains and everything starts looking so bright and nice in life. How true. Does it not revitalise your adrenaline to new tunes of liveliness and vibrancy. Everything around you looked so full of life that day but could not help the thoughts of the torrents of rains in other parts of the world that is so unwelcome.
I bet people dwelling in parts of world like India would appreciate a dead opposite scene. Specially the coastal Southern India where the rain god has been too generous.The lashing rains has devastated the people calling for causalities, material damage.
As I could not withhold exclaiming about this day to my India guys there was hardly any reaction from there. Understandable. Dad retorted" OK". That's all!! It is actually raining know. huh. Only we felt the depth of it. The much awaited moment. Specially for our children who are brought up here and do not understand the India rains at all. I was glad my daughter wrote her first verse as she galloped in her room with all windows open and embracing the water sprinkle against her window.
Yet one rainy day was a pleasure and welcome scene for we Doha'ites. And aah as I write this post two days later it is raining again outside. I just love it.
Hail Rain.

Monday, November 07, 2011

Mamma-Iam the Rapunzel

Rapunzel and the Prince [J's Collection]

It  was exactly three weeks ago my little daughter returned home [flashed in is the right word for the speed that she enters] too excited "Mamma I am the Rapunzel in the Skit being played for the School Annual Day". " Look at what you did to my beautiful hair"-she was cross with me . Because of chicken pox boils on head this summer I had snipped off her hair! She has always marveled long hair. The new Bob- Style made her enthusiastic. She dressed different, combed different loved her new hair do. Alas! This Rapunzel skit and she plunged back into plan 1Long hair is nice!
Now with Annual day preparations just round the corner, though the skit is a suspense to parents J [J-my daughter for you] recites all her dialogue with her accent, gestures and vibrancy.
A part of the skit goes like this:
J[Rapunzel playing with her long golden hair, sitting at the window, sad]: "Ohhh how I wish I had an I-pod so I could listen to some music".
One day the prince passing by sees her and says " Rapunzel let down your golden hair so I can climb up".
J: "Ohh please use a step ladder instead. You know how many days it takes to clean and dry my hair. Moreover these days the contaminated water and dandruff has damaged my hair you know!
Prince: But...But Iam supposed to climb up the hair not the ladder. eh?
[psss: J says the prince is shorter than her yet her Ms.Kares says it's manageable]
That was hilarious indeed. So  I understand in the pretext of turning the skit into humorous one there is a message too.  Caring for the hair in today's contaminated environment.
I see my childhood in J. All the silly little things that she treats her hair with puts me into the so called "going into the past" mode. Like telecast in many cartoons and  movies, press a special button and you can walk into your past. J is like the time machine for me!
It was long ago, at her age I too fantasized long hair. I would be often found with a dupatta's [dupatta] hanging on the head imitating long hair. Would spend long time admiring the hair, turning it around, tossing & feeling it on the shoulders. At times I would run crazily in the garden shaking my hair left to right. Smelling it after the shampooing was my favourite. I might have looked like fool. Secret is I do all that now too! You can bet on my attempting all the silly pleasure imagining my hair also loves to be pampered like a queen. I make sure that she adores me for all the attention and fuss that I pour on her.
Now, I see J clinging onto "wigs". Globalisation and changed world! From old dupattas to fancy wigs. The picture on the right is just one sample of the collection of her dreamy  world of hair-do's that she cant possess naturally. A curly hair, a blond, and so on. Let me assure you it's not just that. There are an array of types of combs and brushes for her hair that shes collected. "Any commercials of shampoos that mesmerizes her and she'll place a request to me if she could try it. Nothing newer than what I did. I have been an organised care taker of my hair. She makes me feel lively. She's oiled and wahsed in regularly. Nothing new in that? There is. I take a fancy for experimenting many different kinds of herbal hair oil. Buying them every time I visit India and stocking them here is called "patience" by my friends. "You can have an exihibition" teases my hubby some times. Googling on the fundamenatals of keeping the hair roots stronger these days is a necessary past time for me now. So for my follower J too! 

It was in class ten one day that I was in hyper great mood. Hair neatly washed and set and I went around swinging it left right some stylish techniques. My best friend usually asked me what do you do to your hair. I dont deny how wanted question that was! huh appealing attention gathering techniques of teens. Specilly about hair. Proudly I boasted but sarcastically "Nirma". I blurted. Perhaps I had some secrests with me about the products. The incident however brigns in laughter on my lips even today.  As if the scene is still. We were climbing up the steps of first floor with our small skirts bouncing and couple of books in hand. As I climbed every step I shook my head to ensure the hair bounced and tossed hapily in the air with the new fragrance of my shampoo too. And what an attitude of telling Nirma, even after the much wanted attention was payed. Yeah it was me. And still do that when it come to hair.
A common habit of people yanking at your "pony tail" or your hair. And the other still scene moment I recollect is in my Engineering days. My senior friend found me on the corridor and came rushing behind me and yanked at my plaited hair.  That was it. The kind of scrowl that I gave and kind the kind of fury my eyes threw is still fresh in him and he mimics me even today about my ahughty behaviour. You and your hair! he says even today.
As for J she is happy go lucky girl. Playful and a typical girl. She might forget brushing her teeth before bed time but not her hair!
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Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Through The Terrific Traffic

This post depicts only my experience in humorous way and means no offense to anything or anybody in anyway.
The traffic lights turned green and all the cars of that row zoomed straight and haulted with breaks abruptly. The Traffic Police diverted the traffic unusually. I was a victim too. Alright. Late home today too. Immediately my daughters tears [crocodile tears] apeared in my mind as I walk home late or work on saturdays.
Drat the traffic of the city. Now that is just the beginning of my tale of the terriffic traffic .
It was not just one diversion that pissed me off. Several ones on the way that made me go round the bush. Was that all. The fuel tank could go empty any time unusually of me as I am a prompt visitor to the fuel station feeding my Land Cruiser on time. In anxiety I turned the air conditioning off perhaps that would help?
I peeked out . Rows of cars. Some honked [against road rules of Qatar though] in frustration. Some moved restlessly behind the wheels. One has his hands on his forehead wonder what awiats at home from his wife who might take this traffic tale to be tall story after all to hide his being late perhaps. Am sure each one had thier own story. It was a lengthy and troublesome traffic issue. Wonder that the reason was anyway.
The cars were absolute stationary. The traffic did not move an inch and on another side I noticed a white lady frantically running her fingers through her mobile and often looking out of the window. I wondered may be she was lost! Critics picturise blondes as " dumb brunettes".
The dirty traffic did after all add a bit of fun just when a car pulled in beside mine with some arabs who kept the window glass lowered, threw cigar ahes down on the road, laughed loudly and honked often I noticed all this from the corner of my eye. My blood boiled. I breathed full. [Has anybody seen the movie Singh is King where they humorously show the blood in the bottle literally boiling- Khoon khaula- Ha Ha] But  immediately my  conscience prompted me to just continue looking  straight, and neglect them.
Phew! What an evening. Every day travel of 20 minutes was replaced by 90 minutes today when I finally zoomed into my parking.My daughter peeked in through the balcony. Earlier as I had called, amid-st  the traffic I was concerned  for the girl waiting and had told her about the delay. But was ashtonished to receive a unexpected answer from her "don't worry amma- the traffic will soon clear, I shall call you in between and throw a kiss on the phone".  Huh. I wondered who shuld have been telling this actually. My girl is growing up fast!
Well, this was an hurried interminable post , perpetual thoughts zooming in and out. My head spins but my writer heart prompts me to finish this post till the finishing line. And that reminded me of my athlete times when though I was a sprint I ran the 400m race like a horse and  towards the end I could see blurr figures outside the track shouting "S.K [Sushma Kalllianpur for you] , you can do it, common, little more.....pull..and you can finish it"  cheering me to keep up the winning place.

Friday, September 23, 2011

Some College Times Blah Blah

Abundant pieces of memoirs like some described below string up into a beautiful memory lace. That I adore to tie up on to the mind each time I walk down the memory lane.
How many jokes are not being circulated about professors, their usage of English and more. The most common one being a lecturer telling "student please keep quiet, the Principal just passed away" for which I can still roll over and laugh. BUT if narrated humorously. There are methods to even joke and tell one.
Some peppy moments / real time incidents I share here:
Chemistry with my chemistry Professor: My Chemistry professor in plus 1 and plus 2 [11th and class 12] was one who was not fluent in Kannada and our laboratory attender was one poor in English  Their communication was bits of entertainment  amid-st watching chemical reaction and shaking colourful test tubes. That day we were using the "Bunsen Flame" and the gas supply was being monitored by lab attender. Since there was a gas fluctuation my professor told him in Kannada " ರಮೇಶ ಗೆಸ್  ಬಿಡು   ಅಣ್ಣ". An correct translation in english :"Ramesh please leave some gas". This bit of fun was enough for the entire class to hoho and hee hee, giggle and glee and make enough noise.
This was the time when I had grown little naughty and tom boyish. Was a basket Ball player too. So as the important matches were nearing I stopped doing my chemistry homeworks. Why? Because first thing he told was " Sushma please stay out of my class". And promptly I would get into the basket ball ground with other "outstanding students". This was the term my high school kannada teacher loved to use for some boys who spent more time outside the class than inside. 
Now my chemistry with this prof did not end here. Years later I met him in a railway station with my husband and daughter and my joy knew no bounds when he recognized me in spite of forgetting my name. I prayed for him in my heart. He seemed so old. And after few months came in a email from my friend in Singapore saying she heard about the death of this professor. I did feel sad and did tmention it to my dad also who laughed and told me " my dear I met him last week in Manipal, he is fit and fine". Now my laughter burst out like demons's. P.S. Did not forget to fire my friend for the false news!
The O.K. Professor for biology:  He was short and dark and not at all strict. The biology period was the one to relax, sleep, finish other errands...etc etc. He had a habbit of using "O.K" in between repetedly and too frequently. And promptly we had named him as O.K. "X"[ X -refer to his name].
That was O.K!! but the fun was in this style too. His arms and legs moevement showed signs of his knowing classical dance. Like in the movie " Hum He raahi pyaar ke " of the 90's Juhi Chawla delivers a dialogue "Tum train mein paida huve the kya? Hile bina baath nahi kar sakhthe". Hilarious. Even today his picture as it flashes in my mind I find a faint dance postures  in the huge classroom of 78 [psss: my roll call being 72] with the O.K O.K....

Friday, September 16, 2011

Yearn For Company

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Females love to talk! Yeah? Any arguments  Naaaa not me. I have given up debating on this. Is there an end for a start on it? Who doesn't long for a company eh?  Urge for an company is lured by any human being, any age, any time. For a chat, for a laugh. For a life! My happy young colleague always wails " Kya life bhayye without wife", as usual followed by my question to him "get married soon will you?".              
This girl in the picture sits alone on the outside of her house at Gokarn. As I passed by she giggled. Amused at this, I threw her an Smile, I ran my hands though my bag, found some stuff  my heart wanted to gift her. She was taken aback. I convinced her I liked her smile. I wanted a picture of her. What a glow that brightedned upon the sweet face.
"What are you reading"? I asked.
 "Taranga" magazine came the reply. Our tiny chatting moment ended with few exchange of information. Where in I learnt she cooks, cleans and guards her house as her parents work outside & return home later. She longed for a friend! Someone to have a quick chat.
"I watch the foreigners". Wish I could mimic her accent [for-en-ers]. It seemes so sweet though. Watching different coloued people walking past the lane [as is Gokarna famous for] was her past time.
"I will get married soon and that will end my boredom" she informed me without my direct question on this very matter. How longing was that voice for "just someone to talk to". 
The thoughst on longing for a company begins here.

Nostalgia is like a grammar class. You are in present tense but the past looks perfect, "past perfect"!
The seductive, desperate yearning of the past looks so very sweet as we walk down the memory lane. Just like chewing the cud over and over. But here the sweetness persists.
The memoirs of the 3 girls who were once classmates, neighbours, best buddies. Were notorious as "fevicol gum" friends in school and college. A small piece of fun they shared together. Laughed together. As is well a established rule the teenage girls shared all thier joys and wearies. One tiny world of their own in this small world did they live in.
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Outdoors games apart like shuttle badminton or anyting, these girls loved to cycle down about a kilometer or two towards the hilly green shrubby area outskirts of the housing colony they lived in. They might talk till their jaws ached. Silly to Sallu [Salman Khan] to anything and many things. A fancy they would take for the Nancy Drew, Bess and George the school time  favourires. Comparing themselves into the characters with one an athlete, one plump and other left to be an imaginary detective! The green small jungle still had some foxes and peacocks and jungle cats. One tiny hill atop was the favourite set up venue. The very green look, the air still sitrrs in my mind fresh.
I have loafed into this air with the other 2 girls! I will share some beautiful green pictures of "that hill" in future posts soon. My best pals from Manipal.
I was reminded of them after my encounter with my Gokrana giggling lady in her teens. I slid myself into her shoes off and on. Like the "lights- camera - on" "cut" again and again and again.........

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

You Have to Go

Goodbyes are not forever. Goodbyes are not the end.friendship scraps, images, quotes graphics for orkut, myspace
They simply mean I'll miss you, Until we meet again

Its absolutely time I reminded myself this popular quote as a dear friend's family departs from Doha in couple of Days. We were dismayed upon learning this news. Though the real fact so hits hard teaching us how we go with the flow in life and how we ever cannot simply get so attached to someone whom you will dare not feel like departing with?
The interesting part about the beginning of our journey together owes to our  "cloth hanger shopping". Uhh, we[me and Hubby-H] were in deep discussion as to what kind of hangers will suit out new closets. We had just moved into Doha. Felt an figure moved closer to me and H smiling suddenly at an stranger. "Hi, I am new to Doha, heard you speaking konkani and couldn't stop by to say hello". That was the introduction the stranger threw at us, and we were all overjoyed. That introduction led to endless chats. Finding friends hailing from your native, speaking your mother tongue is nevertheless a welcome sign to any"body".
We awaited his family to fly from Mumbai. My daughter found a friend of  her age too. The winter evening and our first family get together in my dining hall is fresh in my memory. As for me I had discovered someone who drew so close to heart with the waves of friendship that today as I look back down the memory lane - I thank him, the sounds of his words emanating from pictures in my mind's eyesFor had he decided not to talk, I  assume there were very faint chances I would have met Chandrika who is so dear to me today.
We had found a family away from family as we lived in this desert away from dear and near ones.
4+ years have rolled over since those times leaving heavy impressions on our cherished memories. We have shared our joys. sorrows, countless seconds of feelings and views, our lives. Our children found a companion in each others soul. Yes, all ingredients of the special friendship are all there.
Huh, when the geographical separation seems so tough to handle, it is this post that makes me feel 1% lighter today.

My cognitive senses tell me the notion of friendship to be one hard nut to crack. I mean, much has been said about what makes one a "great, good, best,......x,y,z" friend. 
Ask me. I say I don't have any words to quote on this!. Simply an feeling it is. If you have experienced, yes that is the way.
I have very much experienced. Absolutely. Have been lucky to have some handful of 'friends" [ I don't add any adjective with it].
Perhaps I could not stop if I started penning my mind on this notion. On second thought I would definitely declare one line. Some spiritual inspirations/ beliefs that comes in to you when you feel the friend who trust in you and accepts just as you are is definitely friendship.


Thursday, August 25, 2011

As I waited

Sitting in a corner,
Like a loner,
I lay pondering over your thoughts,
You dint turn up after all my waits.

Expectations burnt inside me with glare,
Seldom for which do you care?
Vacant seats filled up with all couples,
The noise of all talks and many chuckles.

Time fled in silence yet,
No signs of you, but,
My eyeballs raced, door to the podium,
Awaiting a figure, if at all you come.

My heart wept, not eyes,
As I waited, For You.                                                              


Friday, July 22, 2011


This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 22; the twenty-second edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton.

Writing shoots out tremendously by instance to me. The instance when any event, thought mesmerises me, I cant wait till pen it down on my blog. I have been repeting that I can write on any to many things. Memoirs form major part of writings.

As is a weekend , today we made the usual overseas calls to our family back in India and as usual my daughter ['J' for you ] showed all anger on my parents over the phone. She had a reason this time!

Thats exactly what you will read about below and I would call it "her sweet revenge on her grandparents".

April 29th  of 2011 was a much awaited day for me, my husband and my daughter. My parents flew that day to visit us from India. Each year we wait spending time with them, and this time an longer period planned fascinated all of us. Oh! This and that we shopped. New set up at home. What not.  Moments with grand parenst for my J is absolutely heavenly. The pampered girl went crazy with their arrival.

Some one to sit beside her in her play room always. Listen to all her chatters to blabbers. Her funny tantrums filled them with joy. The Ballet concert of J was one day they rejoiced. Proud girl with proud grand parents. They visited her school during open house. Met her teacher.
So many outigns were planned. Literelly planned on planner, hand written, yes mind it. All went accordingly and days passed by. Fine.
Occassionally my husband would tease me by saying Iam surviving some very good food till my Mother in law is here.

So what is that still marks the "revenge" as suspense? Please continue reading for that.

Yes, days passed by. Social parties with good party, games, fun happenned too. And 40 days passed after their visit. It was a Friday morning J was droped by me to a drawing competetion [on which she won a prize too]. I was driving when I received a unusual call from India. Had to attend it and the news that I was given stunned me.
Some things like the hard bare truth of life, yet so hard, yes, to digest when it actually happens.
I had to rush home, break the news to my parents. Alas. My dad had lost his dad, this morning. Yes. The moments cant be described in words, niether is my post a focus on it. A sudden hustle bustle to pack, buy tickets for the evenig flight to India all happened in 2 hours. Soon was the time for J to return from her painting competition.
What would I explain her? All time in the car she jumped excitedly explaining to me her experience of the morning, her friends she met, and what not. My ears were all to her, yet the matter dint sink in. Something else deeply hurt my heart and mind. And how would I ever convince the girl who bid good bye that morning to her grand parents who were sleeping about their bags packed in the next couple of hours?  All set to fly back, so suddenly!
The moment she realised this, she flared with anger, irritation. Wept. Alright. A phase. Death as a concept, emergency as a matter were tough facts to digest for the 7 year old. She stormed into thier room often. A trauma of emotions crept into her. An sad air swept around us. House seemed cold in the hot summer. Quite , dull and cold. Food untouched. J woudnt budge from her word. "Why are you going suddenly?  I hate you. I am not comming to India this summer". She declared to the already sad old couple after loss of their 90 year old dad. That was her sweet revenge she declared on them.
With both of us working, she has always spent her summer holidays of school with grand parents in India alone.
Today it is 35 days after that uneventful day and J maintains her revenge. She dint actaully fly to India. As she spends her summer here first time in the past 5 years, I made several attempts in explaining her about death. The reason that made her grandparents leave our house so suddenly. Today J seems so unerstanding and wise. Proud of you  sweet little angel.
The sweet revenge she planned, gave me time to explain her a concept of life, rather the end of life, a certain death to any living being on this planet.
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Thursday, July 21, 2011

Recipe of Scrumptious Chanburo

A chinese, mexican dish? Does it sound like one? The most popular "masala puri" pesented in a unique mouth watering form. The puffed rice in its unique masala form presented called "Chanburo" in Konkani language "Churmuri" in Kannada.

This Salesman is found at the Malpe Sea Shore, selling churmuri. Mobile shop can say. The last time I visited Malpe I have taken this shot while eating the scrumptious food that he made.



Onions -  finely choppedCarrots- gratedCucumber- finely chopped
Raw mango- finely grated (optional)
Green chilies- 2 finely chopped
Tomatoes- finely cut (optional)
Red chilly powder -1/2 tsp or according to taste
Salt to taste
Lemon juice to taste
Pea nuts- optional
Oil -very little [1 table spoon for 2 cups of puffed rice]
Coriander leaves- finely chopped for garnishing

Method: Nothing special. All ingredients to be mixed in order, garnished by oil and coriander leaves.

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Tuesday, July 19, 2011

All for these nuts

If you have looked at the photograph below already you will have to read through my tale for the links. 

Gulfi's life was one post I had written some time ago and I did receive compliments saying it were nice, informative, interesting etc and etc.
Now the living here in middle east is quite different. The law makes it very difficult for us to bring in people above age 65 into here on a visit visa. And what excited we were when finally we managed to get one for my FI L[father in law] aged 75 last January. Yes. But along with it came a challenge. He has a addiction can say  when it comes to chewing his daily "paan" after meals along with these arec nuts.  They aren't banned being brought here, yet major quantities do matter. And that issue was solved somehow. 

Here goes a picture of the "arec nuts" being dried under summer sun in a village in Mangalore district. 
The arec nut fields form main bread and butter for many farming families and they live on this, They sell at decent prices in local markets too.

I dedicate this post to the A-Day of round 9 of ABC Wednesday meme. Please click here for details and more shots.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Ingredients of 50th Post

Body exhausted, tummy famished, so was the mind almost. Yet, today evening as I walked home from work I had decided I wanted to complete my 50th post. The tea that my cook made had a spoonful of sugar more than normal, but that's how I like it too. 
So perhaps the extra dose of sugar made the trick.

Past fortnight was interesting on personal front. Birthday of my little one, My new office, my new cook at home and so on I go. 
Oh No-Don't Worry I will not crib on this now- read on further for the real interesting stuff I write

The comparison of the B'day event:

My daughters [J] 7th B'day turned out be great fun with all kids joining hands having fun. We have to admit that their  exotic frolic does pin us envious. I was always fondly promised a beautiful clothing each B'Day  mostly stitched by my mom. J this time had seven sets from Thailand gifted by her dad all for a B'Day. Huh. the image and aroma of the home made cake baked my my mom still fumes in my mind. This time J's cake was a "Barbie" herself. The cake box occupied entire 2 seats at the rear of my Land Cruiser.  Enough space indeed. Rest of the rear filled up with the big bags of return gifts. Way back home this being replaced by her B'day gifts by 35 friends! The popular Mc.Donald B'Days are definitely so tempting to any adult too. Somewhere I feel it is more of a ritual especially in the middle east when you hear some one saying, 'Oh we havent planned anything this bday for our child, so it will just be an Mc.Donald party for kids". No offense- dear friends of Doha. We love it anyway.

The new job for me is being nice, challenge and interesting. New faces, New Mumbaiya boss to handle! Huh. All new. Only relief is the new cook at home for me as a big boon in maintaining my time schedule.

Summer's flaring up here in middle east and most people are busy planning holidays outside this zone. Most India flights are flying full already. So much so that we find the "air-port signal' blocked in particular timings especially weekends. Indians are running home for the rains. Alas, we are stuck here this summer rewinding memories of the America visit last summer. The frosty  NY weather still seems so fresh and tempting.  
Now awaiting the holy month of Ramadaan! Being an Arab country the holy month of Ramandaan sees people religiously and promptly fasting and praying most of the time. The main attraction being the reduction in work timings to half. A month of relaxing at work.

The very thought injected more energy into me tonight to finish this post successfully. Here I complete just 50 posts in the 8th month of writing my blog.

Signing off
Sush, Khush.

Saturday, June 25, 2011

I love Barbie and Pink

Colour colour which colour do you wish to choose?
"Pink" Pat came the reply. My little daughter's [J] room was found painted pink the next day! J [J for Jui my daughter] loves all in pink. All possible things....yes.
Why  of-course this colour is tagged for them. If you happen to see a new born in hospitals wrapped in pink, don't take trouble to know the sex of the baby. Its her. And its him if the wrapping is blue. A distinct colour association methodology begins here in their birth place and the journey continues. So much so that, J cannot digest even a writing pencil in blue. Ohhh its "boys" colour. Huh. two years ago our lovely pet love birds "Ace and Angel" joined our family, entering royally in their "pink cage". Thankfully  multicolored bird feed aren't available to me here.

In this barbie era it isn't surprising J finds fantasy for barbies. A whole lot of them have filled up her room, her mind. Name a item and she has it. All in pink. These slender cute dolls dress in pink, eat in pink. J defines her own barbie world with pink toy castles , two of them rather. Furnished castles, with their own tea-sets, closets, cloth hangers, loo with "cute pot" and what not.  Needless to mention the colour now?

Insistingly  she will point at anything in pink. from the  toys, clothes, to her handbags or school bags . We have gotten used to the pink world as she grows. Her luminous essence of choice has gotten into us stubbornly well. There isn't another choice either. As you enter her zone/her room you not only stare at pink walls but also other paraphernalia. Amazing.

Art is one pure element of human happiness that trains mind through eye and eye through mind. Art colours life. J is quite enthusiastic about art, drawing and painting and loves it. An organised portfolio in this link also adds to her passion. It was in her age 2 times, she would scribble one page with maximum possible colours, clap and stare at it and it would all fascinate her. Hardly 27 months old she was. J returned from her play school to excitedly about her drawing book. A happy apple and a sad apple was drawn and both were coloured quite neatly to earn a good from her teacher. Only thing that made us laugh was the apples that had turned pink ! I had to remind her this incident after 5 years last week when she came laughing at a small kindergarten girl who painted a parrot pink in a drawing competition. Girls..girls! 

As I mentioned how the pink sinks in so much within us these days that today's incident is worth mentioning. My hubby away on business trip is shopping for us and called me this morning for my choice of bags and few clothes. Repeatedly pink, pink. I burst out from my office, actually furious, why am I "pink-framed". Huh. He then suddenly realized. "I love Barbie and pink" he joked.
The tales of pink are unending.....................

If I had to think about my favorite colour I mused, I don't have one. But yes, green does fascinate me all time. Perhaps because of the love for plants. Quite crazily I change the background of my blog overnight in different greens. Guys who have been noticing this might have found it amusing? 

Visual perceptions of beholders eyes can fancy different sensitivities towards things the eyes see. A rainbow appearing most beautiful to a pair of eyes might fade after a moment and look more gorgeous if it were a Zebra.
At times the sky appears soothing. But I can imagine the sky clad with a rainbow coloured Saree with arms spread..........colours can set wings to imaginations. Colourless will not do less. But yes, colours can set wings to imaginations.....................

I read somewhere, "Laundry is the only thing to be separated by colours".............

My post dedicated to the HP Laser Jet [Click here] sponsored contest: "Take Flight with colours". The ultimate machine filling colours in your papers. 

Sunday, June 19, 2011

Idiot Box musings

Many parents use television as baby sitter for hours until they wind up their chores. Perhaps the idea isn't bad enough provided the median has been drawn between its nativities? So where and how is that median drawn?

Courtesy-Gulf Times dated 13th May 2011
That title is apt. Ultimate baby feeder indeed.

Don't one of you want to bet this tops any of the family discussion boards. A formal "family peace breaker' which was labelled long back as idiot box. The television set gains more titles and curses today in spite of the strong media information, entertainment that it provides.

Why, it was a panic stroke watching the new television advertisement by Zee-Telefilms productions. They highlight a family checking into a hotel discover there is no Z-TV available and opt not to check in there!

Today the media being so strong and being part of our lives featuring important news and shows also outrageously features such numerous shows that I bet ultimately one forgets to note when he/she has crossed the median and is attracted towards addiction.

A human brain so predisposed to television watching that today "Addiction to TV" doesn't remain a metaphor any more. Name it mania, addiction or priority, disorder...what not.

Limiting a household to one television tops to be hot issue too. One is very busy in today technology era. Multitasking. But sure find time for TV. Excuses and reasons are conveniently discovered nevertheless.

So immense is the effects of one plugged in or hooked on to TV that we have some fine books written today like 'xxxx ways of controlling TV addiction"; Glued to the Tube;

Now, is there anything left for me to pen?. I wouldn't. Point is clear. So we want to be part of the addictive or the non is our choice.

Saturday, June 04, 2011

Niagara It Is

Uhhh Niagara it was....Few minutes is all it took to us pinch ourselves, feel the cool, realise. Finally there at the enormous   NIAGARA Falls.

He just seemed like the enormous demon mouth wide open, water gushing out like never to cease. The misty air it backed around itself like the water fairy or the misty mermaid dancing above waters.
The night fall ruled on the waters turning  it into a rainbow coloured ribbon that surrounded the water falls. Our gaze fixed at the spot for hours together. Automatically and constantly we mumbled about...It was jubilant. It was a a beauty.

One night view that I could not stop admiring. The light performed the trick after all yet, it made certain impact. Dint it? It turned the water  into milk falls. Amazing is the only word I can deliver. Words times they too don't. Yet it began here. "It" was the urge to write...urge to create memoir. The glowing of idea...Idea of blogging began this day.

Clear winter morning view of Niagara.   
                                     I dedicate this post to the N-Day of round 10 of ABC Wednesday meme. Please click here for details and more shots.

Monday, May 30, 2011

Mr.Froggy finds green seat.

As I packed and unpacked, shifted and relocated, I got busy with all my other paraphernalia. My love for plants cant cease. I shifted them too. Offloaded by transport they landed in a messy corner. Only to seem as home for this frog.

I dedicate this post to the F-Day of round 9 of ABC Wednesday meme. Please click here for details and more shots.

Sunday, May 29, 2011

See the Sea

See the sea through my eyes. Feel my experience through my words.

Introduction:   Malpe  a small town in South Karnataka is renowned for beach, fishery. Has a small Port. Forms a part of the enchanting konkan coast, which I did mention in my "Gokarn Visit" post too.  St.Mary's Island that stands few kilometres away from the shores of malpe is a heavenly place. About 20-30 minutes by ship[passenger trips twice a day] from the shore. Each visit to the island lured us for more. Never to cease natural beauty that attracts a  decent tourist crowd.

Regular city buses carrying local and outside passengers is a common scene. A conductor is seen dangling at the bus-door,  calling out for passengers, by whistling loudest, screaming at his highest vocals and constantly beating the sides of the bus as if it were his drum for the day.

Zoomed in view-St.Mary's Island from Malpe Shore.

Silhouette of little figure
Ecstatic rush, splashing waves, a happy run
Teeny weeny gal greets waves with  fun.

Waves- Malpe Shore
Roaring waves hands clasped with the cloud
A rhythm they make as they sing aloud
Waving at every human eye pointing at them

Beckoning you with its ultimate charm

Recent developments in the Udupi district did throw Malpe in the limelight with its new traveller's Bungalow. One lasted for more than a decade in its ruined state with some doors and windows in its vestiges. As children, during our visits we had named it "bhooth bangla". Parking lots more organised now. Also the eat out stalls where fresh "fish fry" is served too!

P.S:- If you happen to visit don't forget the fish fry. Vegetarians you have the "Churmuri" that is puffed rice fully spiced with scrumptious spices, onions,tomatoes,coconut oil garnished with coriander leaves]


Thursday, May 26, 2011

Manipal Rains

It poured cats and dogs.
She loved it as heart sang,
Oh rain dont go away rain,
I like the wind blow, the water flow.
The rains...let it pour, I love it to its core.

From heaven poured happy showers.
Of which the green member too is a lover. Wee, sings the tree, in mirth.

Poor Peahen,
Lost in rains, wonder when.

Thursday, May 19, 2011

"Upkari"- From my kitchen

Serve hot, eat at one shot, even a  lot.
Let me know, if you give this a shot
1. Not a good cook.
2. I eat to live not other way.
3.Special cookeries are out of my dictionary.
My cooking calibre projected. Yet I present this mouth watering "upkari" that's the pride of my kitchen today.
picture courtesy: self
1] Tindora [ivy gourd, tondli, tendli are few names it is familiar with in India]
2] Fresh cashews
Cutting method:-length wise slits
3]Fresh grated coconut
4] Mustard seeds, Red chillies, Curry leaves
5] Cooking oil [preferably sunflower oil]

Heat a spoon full oil in pan. Add mustard seeds. As it splutters, add curry leaves and red chillies[whole,slit or pieces]. Next add Tindas, sprinkle salt. Cover it and cook on low flame. Once the vegetable is cooked add the cashews and cook little more. Just before we put off the flame, sprinkle freshly grated coconut.

Simplest & tastier. It is a common- typical and notable Konkani dish called 'upkari". Easier to pronounce and memorise than the names of any Italian Dish or French that we rattle off, isn't it?

I dedicate this post to the U-Day of round 9 of ABC Wednesday meme. Please click here for details and more shots.

Wednesday, May 04, 2011

Interesting board

A pathetic board that hung in the inside of a passenger boat of Corniche-Doha

Who's stronger, bugs or drugs?

Its all about the diminishing effects of the antibiotics/irrational use of it; and/or the increased mutations of the bugs like bacteria or virus.
Times of India ran a small article here -click this.

Do we give up easily today for  infections, conveniently consuming loads of antibiotics? At least this is what I hear and fear is happenning around us many times.
Last morning I happened to watch a regional"kannada" TV Channel also featuring a program on this topic.
We catch cold, fever,sinusitis often. Just as we feel we are getting better it doesn't. So what do we do. We are prescribed antibiotics. But will "antibiotics" kill virus? VIRUS being main cause for the infections of throat, nose, eyes. They only are portions of our DNA unlike living bacteria which cannot be killed by antibiotic medicines. Hence the target turns out to be the living cells, infections are curbed, and immune system takes over the viral attack after consuming antibiotics.
However it points at the condition that our inclination to antibiotics for any minor viral attack is to be curbed. We need to build up immune system stronger, goes the thought today.
How does the antibiotics work ? The infectious toxins produced by bacteria are so quick that it challenges the immune system of the body. Hence antibiotics come in picture to kill the bacteria directly.
But antibiotics loose effectiveness with time. Often they tend to kill the bacteria super quick making one feel better fast too. Yet, threats of leaving behind some mutations of the target bacteria poses danger of infections to recurring return which harms the body. These off springs of the bacteria reproduce and fight against body's immune system. Frequency of usage and the dosage matter a lot.
So is frequent usage of antibiotics not advised? Read this piece of news- frequent usage.
Where do we stand now?. Some recent news stating about irrational use of antibiotics was this -click here for that news.

Perhaps it all points towards the fact of stressing on consuming lot much of food rich in nutrition; avoiding junk as much as possible; work on immune systems. Especially with today children who devour a variety of junk or non- home made food frequently?

Note:- Am promised a guest post on this topic again by my doctor sister. Hope soon we will read the doctors version on this one.

Sunday, January 02, 2011

Gokarn Visit

Enchanting beauty of the Konkan coast, along the South Indian state of Karnataka and Goa with the mesmerizing beaches, hills, the very air paralyzes any man on knees with stretched hands towards its  outrageous extremity.....

"Gokarn" is one such paradise in its own magnitude. Known for temples, the history of this place can be found here. in Wikipedia.

My visit there with my family lasted for an evening, a night, & the following morning till lunch only.

The flight from Doha's desert to the beautiful Goa, elated our holiday spirits. "Nimmu House"  a popular,  guest house or Home Stay to be precise, located opposite the beach giving us the feel at home attitude excited us.

Gushing winds pushed by the sea waves  beckoned us straight there. Neat, small room painted in blue colour with concrete closet with a mosquito repellent and creaking ceiling fan gave it all a enthralling look.
As we got busy unpacking, Hubby ensured the loo was super clean and nice, and daughter stuck to the open balcony her eyes fixed at the roaring waves beating the promenade made with big black boulders at the shore. Unusually she was silent, toothless smiles to herself. I decided to leave her alone. The cloudy evening sky, winds and the beckoning water stretch could not keep us indoors for long.
Though tired, we started towards the shore and a nearby hilltop temple where "Lord Rama" is worshiped The fascinating point is that without any discrimination any outsider, any foreigner prays in this place. The exterior opens into an cemented arch, a place to sit and look down at the vast shore. No words can fill the gap here, the splendid moments that we spent there.

From inside the temple, is believed, runs a long tunnel till "Kashi" the famous religious place in North India, which was created and used by a sage in the good days of saints and gods and goddesses. Irrespective of the fact, we concentrated on the surroundings. Daughter was all busy watching most of the Spanish, German and other nationality visitors clad in orange attire deeply in the meditating mode. The sunset appeared wild from the hilltop. My girl's constant chattering and inquisitiveness dint disturb any person sitting there. Soon after darkness grew & the mosquito bites compelled us to leave the place.

The home stay dinner awaited us. Steaming hot radish leaves cooked with spices and grated coconut sat in my steel plate and I could not wait for the rest of the food to be served so I could gobble it all up. The India rice is good announced my girl. The taste of the similar dinner menu at Doha would not taste the same, I agree. A night walk along side the beach was just the final touch for the day after which we retired to the rooms and slept like dead logs.

Unbelievably, the alarm gave up after ringing many times perhaps since none of us woke up. We opened eyes only when my relative banged on the doors and got us ready to visit another venue "OHM Beach". Yes some foreign visitor long ago noticed from the hill top a certain shore appears in the shape of letter 3 or "Ohm" which is the Hindu religious symbol, and named the beach after it. On the way we payed visits to all the temples located there. As we walked on the local streets, turning our heads left and right constantly watching the street stalls with colour full shops of clothing, bags, numerous beads and neck laces made out of them, and hubby noticed tender coconuts. Relished the amazing natures fruit.
Walking further around, some of the hut houses still smelt of fresh dung[cow dung] which is traditional way of spreading it on the front porch of the house coloured art being made with white calcium carbonate powder. Rangoli adorned most houses.

The ride on a 2 wheeler to the beach across the town on its non-bitumen roads was an interesting part. As we stepped into the beach we had an urge to get into the water. One one boulder splashed the medium waves with its thrusting style and made sprinkling effect around, a scene that we so often see in any romantic Bollywood movies. We stood on this boulder enjoying the splashes for a while. The fat layer of moss on the stone finally slipped us down and we got into the water. With her new lemon green bikini just purchased from Goa, my girl rolled over on the sands; and whenever waves ran on her she'd shriek and scream sometimes attracting people around wondering if she was in trouble!

After finishing the water enthusiasm we settled under branches of a low tree avoiding sun bathing.
After the lunch, was scheduled our travel out of Gokarna and I was planning next how do I remove the amount of sand that had accumulated on my girl's head!

A great tourist attraction lures the local landowners to build restaurants in midst of trees and on hills. We entered one such place serving the tastiest sea food we ever had. A heavy lunch and that's it, the count down began as the time to depart had arrived.

Needless to say, Gokarna itself a attractive tourist spot while the home stay justified our stay there.

Nimmu House-Picture for you all

Guest house bookings

I dedicate this post to the G-Day of round 9 of ABC Wednesday meme. Please click here for details and more shots.