Thursday, May 27, 2010

N.o.S.t.A.L.g.I.a



My mother and I were generally reminiscing and realized that nobody wrote us letters anymore, except my aunt from Mangalore who writes us bi annual inland letters – vintage stuff!

There is something about a handwritten letter – it is so much more personal than an email. An email is mere communication, a letter is a medium to somehow convey love and affection as well. That’s what I feel anyway! There are so many ways to make a letter special and personal – the ink you use, the paper you write on, and most of all it contains your own handwriting.

I remember as a child when my uncle came from overseas, along with the goodies, he also got us a bunch of letters written by my relatives. In the good ol days, foreign shores seemed very distant indeed. Communication via telephone was expensive as well. It was letters that brought our loved ones and their world closer to us. My aunt’s letter was opened and read by each member of my family. It carried news of my uncle’s travels, children’s school and their life in foreign shores. My uncle’s letter, with its almost calligraphic script, was also looked forward to. We didn’t have satellite television back then and their letters were our window to another world.

My mother’s world was also broadened in her youth through her letters exchanged with her pen friend. My mother, back in the sixties, had a pen friend, Elizabeth, who lived in France. They lost touch, but my mother has preserved several letters and black and white pictures of Elizabeth and her family. I used to love going through those letters and the pictures and imagine what Elizabeth must be doing in present day. I suggested to my mother that via the internet we try to find her again, my mother is not so convinced that we will manage. Maybe I’ll try this weekend!

I also had a pen friend in my late teens who lived in the US. I learnt a lot about US college life, the different hobbies and passions they pursued – I still have the pictures of the mountains taken by him on treks. I also have the cd he sent me of Sanatna when I was 19 – Smooth! I am in touch with him far and between but when my mom and I went in nostalgia mode, I immediately called up his home, and since he was away I had a chat with his wife. Wow, letters can sure build lasting relationships!

I also really miss receiving greeting cards. Every year on my birthday, I used to wait for cards from different places (I was a stamp collector as well in those days), it made my birthday complete. My brother once sent me the identical birthday card two years back to back (it’s true that the card was about a pesky but lovable sister, which perfectly represented me) – haven’t got card for a couple of years now, drat! Thank God, we still receive a few cards for Christmas. Also, I don’t like E-cards, they suck! Write me an email instead.

So here’s what I am going to do. I am going to send cards and write a letter from time to time to my loved ones. Who wants to be pen friends with me *wink*!

We deserve better



I was in my domestic goddess avatar and out shopping for fruits, specifically for mangoes. The mangoes seemed pretty small so I asked the vendor for larger sized mangoes. Out came the mangoes, large, golden with a best quality sticker and boxes tagged “meant for export”.

It’s strange that for the first time it piqued me that we as a nation, are used to seeing our best produce being exported, while we are left with the 2nd grade stuff. Don’t we deserve better if not the best? Of course, the rationalists will argue that it is simple economics really; the prize goes to the highest bidder. I just think it’s sad that our best goes to the west and their excess and often genetically modified / past expiry date products find their way to us.

Project BT Brinjal was abandoned, but maybe the fruits and vegetables currently being sold in our markets are modified and god knows what the side effects will be – who is looking out for us, the FDA hopefully?

Having said that I also take part of the blame in settling for inferior quality stuff. Aren’t we as a community always looking for bargains? If you want cheap, you have to be ready for inferior quality stuff. I keep telling myself, buy 1 good product instead of 10 cheap bargain finds. Slowly but surely I hope that I will get there.

So coming back to the point. We deserve better and need to demand it – as simple as that. Or is it?

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Random pics - Here there and everywhere....



Goa Portuguesa.. Ahhh..



Goa again - I dont see livestock in Mumbai anymore



An insect amongst the pretty flowers. One of the first pics I took with my new camera at Mount Mary...



Gateway - Breathtaking always...




This is a picture I took in the interiors of Oman. My brother was tanking up on fuel when I took this across the highway!




Parallel to the sea in the middle of a park is this wondrous water body. I wish I could have taken a dip!




Look closely. Arent they laughing back at you?




In the Middle of the desert - Joshua Tree??



My fave beach in the whole world - Kantab and a boat ride through the lagoon.....

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Passion Allowance

Just the other day a friend of mine mentioned how her company was offering its employees a “passion allowance”! What a fantastic gesture for a company to give a gentle nudge to its employees in the right direction and do something so unique. Note to self – talk to my HR.

Having a passion for something, anything is absolutely essential, because to my mind that elevates your life from a mere existence to actual living. To wake up in the morning and to look forward to that time during the day or the weekend, where I am free to indulge in that one thing which makes me soar, that’s what keeps me from getting jaded.

Being an enthusiastic person, has meant that I have had a lot of passions to pursue!! My latest passion which I stumbled upon during a plateau phase was photography. My firm was running a worldwide contest on “Best pics of your city”. Contest always rev me up and this one was no different. I rambled through various parts of Mumbai taking pictures – what a high! Attached below are few of the pictures then. Ah, I want my camera now..



This is a picture I took of a group of girls selling flowers at a traffic signal. There were so amused at me taking a pic from the car and their expressions are so natural. One of my favourites



I was with my head out of a cab at Marine Drive clicking furiously en route a meeting



My fave haunt Colaba where you can see all kinds of folks - God man!



Kala Goda - see the black horse!



The Girl with the Balloons. One of my other favourites



An overcast day in Mumbai - Im only happy when it rains........

Sunday, May 23, 2010

Indian Cake - Own creation

For the Besty - hope you make this one for the new addtion to your family:

Indian cake recipe

1 ½ cup flour
¾ cup butter
1 cup sugar
4 tsp ground pistachio and almond powder
½ tsp elaichi (cardamom) powder
Little cinnamon powder
4-5 Dates (optional)
1 tsp baking powder
3 eggs

Method
Beat butter and sugar until fluffy. Add yolks slowly. Sift flour and baking powder together and add to wet mixture slowly. Add the powdered nuts. Beat egg whites until stiff and fold in slowly. Add remaining ingredients. Bake until golden on top and baked throughout.

Be Kind - Rewind


As I grow older, I have this niggling worry that I am forgetting more and more of my past. True, one has to live in the present and look forward to the future. However, when my teens seem like a blur and the twenties seem all hazy, it feels like I have lost a part of myself.....

Until Std X, I felt like my life only consisted of school and in those days I couldnt imagine a life outside its four walls. That’s only natural since from ages 3 to 15, my school was my oyster. Today, my school days can be best recaptured in a few amusing (some painful ones featuring nuns and PT teachers) anecdotes. Have I forgotten what it was to be a school girl, has that part of my memory dimmed? Ditto for college and thereafter.

It is an overwhelming thought, isn’t it, the days that have gone by getting erased as you move into the future. Whats scarier is that often your friends and family seem to have a better memory than you..

Luckily, there are ways to recapture those lost moments. When my senses act as an ally to my sieve like mind. Let me explain. Aren’t there moments when your senses react to a medium (say a song), thereby jogging memories which you thought were erased. After the OMG feeling subsides, I wonder at the depth of my memories and what all is registered in my memory of which I have no clue *twilight zone music, plays eerily on*

So let’s start with music as a medium to remember the good ol days. So many songs bring back not only a recollection of an incident, but the exact way you felt at that moment in your history. Like a feeling of déjà vu, I can sense my state of mind then and what I was like at a different time in my life. Whenever I hear any song of the Beatles, I am instantly transported back to Std 10, 1995-1996. It was then that I had heard the Beatles for the first time and I went through the next few months believing I was a flower child of the 60’s. Which is what I do now as well, if I want to recapture my school days, “Help!” is only a song away. Its amazing that I can recall which year a song was released in (ie only songs post the 90’s), because the song makes me remember what I was doing back then! Yes, I treat this as a gift.

Recapturing memories is not restricted through the powerful medium of music. I find perfume also has the power to take you back. A whiff of a fragrance/ stink can remind you of holidays by the sea/ mountains, loved ones, your gym, office and what not. I still remember my internship days and the nervousness I felt when I get a whiff of CK Be, which I wore back then. The beauty of the senses getting activated is that the recollections assume multiple dimensions, its really a time machine if you think of it.

I know some well wishers will advise me to hold on to my memories by maintaining a diary. As all of us who’ve tried know, it takes discipline. I started one at age 12 and there are gaps as wide as the Grand Canyon. However, it is very amusing to look back and read about my issues in my teens. As a short cut, I find maintaining a diary noting for the year that went by satisfactory. It’s works as a report card!

For the most part, day on day life seems pretty routine and you sometimes want to know whatever filled up your year and what you’d been doing. A new age tool which I find effective to check on what I did in the year that went by – my facebook/ twitter status updates. Its often inane but I find it reassuring to see an update which says that on November 29, 2009, I was jumping on a trampoline with my nephew!!!

Thank God for the most important medium to remember your glorious past. Photographs! All of you out there, take some time and print your digital pictures, 36 for each trip you went for, each birthday you celebrated, your new house, your family, your friends, your workplace, a new landmark in your city. Because that marks your life and is a testimony that you have lived. Believe me, you don’t want to lose a part of you when your hard disk crashes......