Friday, July 22, 2011


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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.

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

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.