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Monday 9 October 2017

A Heady Fix




O
h! What I didn’t have in life? Good education, well-heeled hubby, intelligent lovely kids, palatial house, servants at my beck and call, socializing friends circle…   All I had to do was just oversee the everyday goings. What more one wants to have in life.  A fulfilling life indeed.

     Still there lurked certain craving.  Some void which I could not figure out. My energy seemed to ebb day by day. My mind turned into a cauldron of confusion. My head was throbbing.  The persistent headaches soon turned pill-resistant, followed by many futile visits to the doctor.

     Meanwhile there was an invitation for stories in a publication. I thought to myself why not give a try? Alas, my maiden attempt fetched me a prize. Buoyed by my success, I started writing some more.  Now I have got recognition. I have my own identity and a small earning that can be called my own.  By the by, I have completely forgotten my headache. Or is it vice versa? Now I know what that I lacked in my life. 

Wednesday 21 June 2017

Loans on platter


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Saturday 22 April 2017

INK(LING)


W
hen my daughter would have her polio drops, during the mass polio vaccination drive, we would jokingly say, “Adithi has voted,” referring to the ink mark on her finger.

     During election, when I came out of the polling station with an ink mark on the finger, my daughter, four years old then, asked me “What is voting?” But before I opened my mouth, she had already guessed the answer.  “Do they give you polio drops, once you enter the hall?!!”


Thursday 20 April 2017

Canine nuisance



E
ven as the argument over eliminating stray dogs has reached a crescendo following a court order, little thought is given to the problems created by domesticated dogs at public places.
 
     After carefully avoiding the strays lying all over the footpath, when you reach the park, there awaits another kind of nuisance.

     The pet dogs come for an outing with their owners to parks.  With scant regard for the rights of the fellow visitors, the owners let loose their dogs as soon as they enter the park. True to their nature, the canines run amok leaving the children and the adults petrified.

     Besides, the owners do not mind their dogs dirtying the park with their poops and urine.  A visit to the park has, no doubt, become a nightmarish experience nowadays. Not the dogs, but the owners, have to be tamed.


Neer Dosaayana


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here is the water in neer dose (dosa?), quipped a food critic once. But anybody familiar with the dose batter can definitely make out the water in it. It’s not water as a separate entity. It’s just watery batter.

Humble dose

     The common man’s dose of Mangalore region today has succeeded in enjoying an exalted position in hotel menus. Why not? The humble dose never betrayed the taste buds of a food buff.   Aren’t the right ingredients (talent) with a tinge of salt (luck) take you places?

     The simple folks with limited means who could not afford the split blackgram, might have invented this dose replacing the dal with coconut.  Coconut was not a problem in the coastal belt. In Mangalore, dose or idli marked any festival more than any sweets. The now ubiquitous doses, earlier, were meant only for special occasions. So the neer dose emerged as a potent alternative to the usual dose.

How to go about it?

     For neer doses, the rice has to be washed and soaked for an hour. Drain the water and grind it along with some grated coconut by adding water. But in most neer dose recipes, the grated coconut is mysteriously missing! Transfer the batter to a vessel and add a little salt and make it thin by adding water.  Brahmins call this dose sans urad dal, bajjare dose. Bajjare is baji ari (only rice).

     Now splashing the batter on the pan is another challenge. Today’s non-stick tawas don’t lend authenticity to the dose.  For this you should have the iron tawa. Smear the tawa with sesame oil. I still remember our Christian neighbourhood borrowing some oil from us whenever they prepared this dose. As a Hindu household we always had sesame oil to light the lamp for God.

     When the smeared oil smokes, splash the batter on the tawa. The batter cannot be spread like other doses. The batter splutters with a cheen cheen sound giving out a unique aroma.  Cover the tawa with the lid for a couple of minutes. Remove it and the dose is ready. If the batter is not prepared well, the dose becomes stubborn refusing to come out of the pan.  If at all it happens send an SOS to the modern-day non-stick pan.

Accompaniments do matter

     It goes well with any accompaniment be it chutney or any kind of sambar. For those who have a sweet tooth, here is an accompaniment. Add jaggery and a little cardamom powder to the grated coconut and mix well. Serve dose with the preparation with a topping of a little ghee on it.  


Comes in different avatars

     The story of the dose doesn’t stop here.  Some like it to be dipped in masala. Add red chilly, coriander, cumin and tamarind to grated coconut. Make a paste by grinding it. Transfer it to a vessel. Dilute it with water. Add turmeric and salt and also jaggery if needed. Bring to a boil. Add curry leaves. Turn off the flame. Add pieces of dose to the mix. Leave aside for half an hour. Your dose in masala is ready.  Even after adding dose pieces, the mix should be a little watery than sambar as once the pieces absorb the water content, it becomes thicker.

     Its payasa can also be made. Take coconut milk. Boil it on a low flame adding jaggery. Once it boils, add cardamom powder, a pinch of salt and turn off the flame. Dose pieces should be added to it. Leave it for half an hour.  The pieces should not be much, as once it is soaked properly, the payasa turns thicker.

     Above all, when guests arrive without notice, the simple item with maximum satisfaction quotient comes handy.  It has been indeed a face saver many a time.

Thursday 2 March 2017

People should be ashamed of greasing palms


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T
heoretically, there should have been much less corruption, owing to IT-enabled administrative and bureaucratic machinery and the effective laws like Right to Information Act.  When it is not the case, it’s time to retrospect.
 
    I feel, people are equally responsible for fostering corruption in the system. As long as there are givers there will not be any dearth of takers.

     Thousands of people descend on Mumbai everyday dreaming of making it big in this city.  And they want to push their way by hook or crook.  When they don’t have the right documents for various purposes, they look up to the officials who in turn feed on their insecurities and fears.  Rules are bent and works are expedited once the officials are bribed.

     Another thing is that Mumbaikars hard pressed for time.  So they are ready to grease the palm of the officials to get the work done.
 
     Many people brazenly talk about bribing officials. Those who pay the bribe should be as ashamed as who takes it.  Bribing officials amounts to some lapse on bribers’ part too. They are doing so to cover up some discrepancy.  Even they should be punished for fostering the scourge of corruption.

(The write-up has been adjudged Letter of the Week in Hindustan Times)


Marks should be augmented with skill competency

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L
o!  All work and no play has made Jack a dull boy! Students are lost in the rut of rote learning.  Learning, which ought to be knowledge-oriented, has unfortunately, turned out to be marks-driven.

     Sometimes it’s parental aspiration that wrecks havoc in the lives of children.  Not considering the inclination and interest of children, over-ambitious parents try to live their dreams through their children, which I feel is a gross injustice meted out on young minds.

     A study revealed that minds at leisure/rest can be fertile grounds for new ideas.  Gone are those days.  Today leisure is a luxury for the time-pressed students.  With whatever the little time they get, they either attend one or the other classes that come in attractive names or meddle with the electronic gadgets. 

     The industry observation that today’s educated youth are not employable proves the fact that mere bookish knowledge cannot lead you anywhere.   Skills, be it professional, soft or social, can be honed through practical experience in the real world outside. Along with the marks, weightage should be given to how one carries oneself in different situations.   It’s your personality what makes you. Marks are just a part of it.



Thursday 2 February 2017

All is well that ends well

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ackfruit happala is one of the favourites of Priya, a friend very dear to me. It’s a special delicacy from   my part of the world. Hence to make our meetings memorable, I make it a point to offer her the memento of a pack of happalas every time.  Procuring it off-season is an uphill task, but that does not deter me from my mission.



     Recently I was to visit her in Mumbai, hence all set to scout for the sun-baked delectable item. I zeroed in on a happala- pickle shop manned by two elderly ladies. No sooner I showed interest in the wares, than the actual shopkeeper who was busy chatting elsewhere came running. 

     “Do you have jackfruit happalas?”

     “Of course”, pat a packet was showed. I had not even started bargaining, this 60-something gentleman was telling me “I sell at 90 bucks a packet, but I will give you at 80”.  Did I find my long-lost friend?  I wondered.

      As I’m familiar with this kind of happala, I could not “buy” his offer at once.

    “They don’t look like jackfruit happalas”  I differed.  “Is this jackfruit or fakefruit?”

    “This is the soft-kind of jackfruit Madam, the fruits turn into a smooth paste when ground. Hence no small visible pieces” he lectured me.

     “You will come looking for me once you taste this,” said the confident shopkeeper.

     So convincing his argument was, that I bought a packet for me too. Apart from the main item on my list, I ended up buying many wares of his shop.

     “Are you taking this to Mumbai?”, the shopkeeper, a complete stranger, asked when I was leaving the shop. When I replied in affirmation, he said with pride many items from his shop had found their way to Mumbai.

     Why not taste it before offering it to my friend?  So I fried it. Not bad it was.  But alas! It tasted entirely different!  It wasn’t of jackfruit at all! It was made of sweet potato !!  He had sold me the donkey saying it was horse.


     His words still ring in my ears , “Last week many foreign tourists had arrived here on site-seeing. All of them have taken this happala.” I still wonder what all he might have sold to those gullible customers saying one thing for the other.  “ Incredible India”  literally.

     Still, it was unbecoming of me to meet my friend without the must-find item. Anyway I had happala, what if it was not of jackfruit.  I offered it to Priya. I apologized to her for my inability to get her what she really  looked forward to.

     The twist was, my pal was all the more happy to have the item I offered. “ Oh it it sweet potato…  Hard to find in Mumbai.  All other varieties I get in season but not this at any time,”  said an elated Priya.


     Yeah!! The shopkeeper’s horse was indeed a horse. I found it out later.

(The article was appeared in Sunday supplement of Deccan Herald on the 29th of January 2017)