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7 Secrets of the Goddess

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7 Secrets of Goddess is a well researched and thoroughly documented book from Dr. Devdutt Pattanaik. This book should be a must read for anybody interested in Hindu mythology. The book documents the stories relating to Hindu goddesses in the context of gender studies, patriarchy, colonialism and capitalism. The book heavily borrows from the signs and symbols found in folk art, calendar prints, tiles, temple art, statuettes, pattas and other sources to reach to the conclusion. Thus the book has huge pictorial references with proper demonstrations.

7 Secrets of the Goddess studies the five goddesses Kali, Gauri, Durga, Laxmi and Saraswati and one god Vittal or Krishna from Hindu mythology. Interestingly the first chapter studies not any Hindu deity but Gaia, the earth mother from Greek mythology. The entire first chapter draws parallel between the Hindu deities and their counterparts from across the world. Gaia is compared to Adya or the Adi Mata from the Tantrik tradition who is the mother of the Hindu trinity. The chapter focuses on how the idea of a primal female deity, first adored, then brutally side-lined by the male deities is a consistent theme in mythologies around the world. The chapter studies how women lost her dominant position and submitted to the dominance of men. The word “virgin” lost its earlier meaning of ‘one who is ready to bear a child’ to its present meaning of ‘one who is untouched’. Similarly ‘whore’ meant a woman who had the right to choose her man and not an insult as today. The shift in meaning shows how the position of women shifted from free willed to one who was bound. A patriarchal society links women with nature and men with culture. Just as culture domesticates nature, men are asked to domesticate women. Thus, the word “sati” which originates from ‘sat’ meaning honest/loyal was coined. A woman who is loyal to her husband is powerful and has the virtues of a goddess. Society therefore started locating its honour in a woman’s body.

The book should have elaborated more on the impact of colonialism and re-telling of Hindu mythology. The domestication of the goddess happened more so under the influence of not only Islam but also the Victorian and Puritan era. The Hindu goddess lost her free spirit and became the mother during the colonial rule.

Recently in my post “How Bengali Deepavali is different” I discussed how Bengal worships Kali on the day of Diwali instead of Laxmi as the rest of India does. The second chapter of this book deals with the idea of Kali over last four thousand years. It shows the mention of Kali in different literatures including the Tamil Sangam or changam literature. Kali also traces her origin in Buddhist Goddess Tara, interestingly in Bengal Kali is also refered as Tara, and there is one famous pilgrim spot known as Tarapith, known for its Tantric temple and its adjoining cremation grounds where sādhanā (tantric rites) are performed. It is one of the Shakti peeth, where sati’s body parts fell. Tarapith is also famous for Bamakhepa, known as the "mad saint", who worshipped in the temple and resided in the cremation grounds. In post colonial times, with the rise of feminist movement kali became an image of subversion and rebellion. We often consider Durga as Gauri. While Kali was fierce she was nature but Gauri is domesticated thus culture. Durga and Gauri are treated as daughters and their tales are abundant in rural folklore.

We often assume that great knowledge cannot come from ‘simple rural folk’. But with study of Indian rituals and text we can find that wisdom of India comes from simple rural folk. And thus we should give more value to the “panchali” "bratakatha” and songs practiced by simple village women. In rural India we often hear the term “mata has come” where a woman is considered the medium of Goddess and whatever she says is considered spoken by the Devi herself. The author referred this as ‘hysterical trances’ or a way of letting out repressed emotions. However he ignores that often these women were epileptic or schizophrenic.

Sindur khela in Bengal has often been criticised by Feminists as a way of asking for death before the husband so that the lady never gets claim on the husband’s property and also her fidelity remain intact. But this book links it to fertility as well, where if the husband is alive she remains fertile.

This book traces the quarrel between Laxmi and Saraswati to the conflict between the three Vedic communities. While Durga was worshipped by Khsatriyas for strength, the Brahmins worshipped Saraswati for wisdom and the Vaishyas worshipped Laxmi for wealth. In the book laxmi is shown prettier and more decorated than Saraswati. But as per Bengali tradition Saraswati is the prettier one with pale skin whereas Laxmi is dark skinned with slightly squinted eyes. In Bengal Saraswati is worshipped during spring mainly in educational and musical institutes’ besides homes. Saraswati puja is as important as Laxmi puja in Bengal. Although in rest of India Laxmi is worshipped with bigger fanfare.

India is not a homogeneous country so the goddesses also exhibit characteristic specific to the area and community. Therefore during Navratri, while North India worships Amba mata, the Bengalis worship Mohishasurmordini, the Tamils keep golu and the Koli community in Maharashtra worship ekvira aai. The offerings are also different. As the Bengalis eat non-veg, Ekvira aai is offered fish everyday as the Kolis are a fisherman community. This book refers to Puranic and Vedic scriptures, rural folklore, epics and other literatures as its source. It is a gripping book. It traces the story through different civilisations, cultures, historical periods and religions. It borrows hugely from rural folklores and paintings. This is undoubtedly one of the most interesting books I have read in recent times.


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God is a Gamer

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God is a Gamer by Ravi Subramanian is an extremely gripping thriller that will keep the readers on the edge. The book keeps one on tenterhooks until the very last page. Indians have been reading Sydney Sheldon but now we have our own thriller writer to boast. God is a Gamer is a thriller which talks of a futuristic world where alternate virtual money has become a reality. This book is world’s first bitcoin thriller.

Bitcoins are decentralised virtual currency. Although its status as a currency is disputed, media reports often refer to bitcoin as a cryptocurrency or digital currency. It was first described by one person named Satoshi Nakamoto whose identity is disputed. In this book bitcoins are shown as the chosen currency to deal in illegal activities like procuring drugs, narcotics and paedophilic porn besides terrorist activities.

Satoshi Nakamoto is considered as a person or group of people who created the Bitcoin protocol and reference software, Bitcoin Core. In 2008, Nakamoto published a paper on The Cryptography Mailing list at metzdowd.com describing the Bitcoin digital currency. In 2009, he released the first Bitcoin software that launched the network and the first units of the Bitcoin currency, called bitcoins. Nakamoto's true identity remains unknown, and has been the subject of much speculation. It is not known whether the name "Satoshi Nakamoto" is real or a pseudonym, or whether the name represents one person or a group of people. However in this book Ravi Subramanian attempts to reveal the true identity of Satoshi Nakamoto. He suggests that the name is a combination of four Japanese technology companies sa for Samsung, toshi for Toshiba, naka from Nakamichi and moto from Motorola and also suggest that Satoshi is not a Japanese but an American guy which adheres to one of the many theories surrounding Nakamoto’s true identity. It is often speculated that Satoshi is unlikely to be Japanese due to his use of perfect English and his Bitcoin software not being documented nor labelled in Japanese and also from his logging history he is more likely to be residing in America.

Bitcoins have been shrouded in mystery and controversy from its inception. This fiction utilises those mysteries and controversies and beautifully fabricate them into the narrative. The book explains every aspect of Bitcoins like mining, wallets, legal acceptance, malware and theft. The research and hard work that went behind writing this new age thriller truly deserves applause. This book takes the virtual world by a storm. It starts with reference to wiki leak and ends with a crisscross narrative as complex as any story mentioned in wiki leak. It juxtaposes real life people and fictional characters against each other. The story travels from New York to Mumbai, from Rio to Goa and from the Indian PMO to White House. It involves the CEOs of big multinational banks, to the office of apple and Facebook, it involves US senators, aspiring RBI Governors, drug dealers and paedophiles. The narrative also deals extensively with the world of virtual gaming and blogging. The narrative frequently refers to real incidents like blocking of wikileaks, bursting of Dell computers, Kamtapuri movement, and Islamic jihad. Each incident, each character is carefully crafted in this book. It is indeed one of the finest thrillers that I have read in recent times.


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Tasty Tuesday- Bread Pudding and a Story

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Wanderful is happy to introduce a weekly column called "Tasty Tuesday". This column is a weekly food fiction, where the reader will read a story/anecdote along with a recipe mentioned in that story/anecdote. This is the first post of this series. This post was first published in Prathampadokhep as a part of "of chalks and chopsticks". Hope readers will enjoy this weekly column. Guest posts for this weekly column are welcome.


Christmas Dinner

Swati entered the kitchen and opened the cabinet on her left. She found nothing meaningful that she could use for her cooking. This is going to be the worst Christmas ever since she got married. She looked out of her kitchen window and saw that it was still snowing. It is snowing since yesterday night. She again looked into her cabinet only to find it empty. The snowfall this time is continuous and all roads to Siliguri are blocked due to a Landslide, leaving this small town with no supply of food and other items.
Swati opened the right cabinet and found a packet of bread. The breads were hard and Swati remembered she had bought them from the local grocer almost three days back. She was going to throw them away but suddenly changed her mind and decided to keep. The phone started ringing in the hall. Swati rushed to pick it up.
“Hello” she said
“Hello” she heard the voice of Deepak. “How are you dear?” asked Deepak.
“I am fine” she replied.
“Why did you not call last night? Don’t you know I get worried if I don’t get your call” Swati said almost in one breath.
“Oh god! There is nothing to worry dear. I am absolutely fine. There was no signal in my mobile therefore was unable to call” said Deepak in his usual calm and relaxed tone.
Swati gets anxious if she doesn’t get Deepak’s call. This anxiety is shared by everywoman married to an army man. Deepak understands her worry and tries to call her everyday so that she unnecessarily does not panic, but at times due to unavoidable circumstances he can’t.
Deepak asked “what are you cooking for Christmas tonight?”
Swati dejectedly replied ‘nothing' she added “there is no supply of grocery for last three days due to this wretched landslide, I have no clue of what to cook” she said in a grim voice.
Deepak wanted to cheer her up so he enthusiastically added “but you are a magician in the kitchen dear, I am sure you can cook a storm out of nothing”
Swati laughed at his comment and added in the same grim tone “let me see”
Then she quickly asked “would you be able to join me tonight?”
“No my jaan, how can I come? Who would protect the country?” he said this with a tone of artificial mimicry. Swati laughed. Suddenly she felt very lonely. Deepak hardly spends any occasion with her. Be it her birthday, anniversary, Holi or Diwali. After three years of marriage she has kind of got used to it, but still at certain times she still feels lonely.

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Swati went back to the kitchen and started fiddling with the bread packet. She was not feeling like cooking anything. But then she wanted to cook something as it was Christmas and it has been a ritual for her ever since marriage to cook something special on Christmas. She considers it auspicious to cook on that day and she believes this very act of cooking brings good luck to her family. For an army man’s wife everyday has to be a lucky day.
She saw the packet of bread again and suddenly remembered that her hen had laid one egg in the morning that she had collected and kept in her refrigerator. She has a pet hen which is now her only supply of eggs. She rushed to her fridge and took out the egg. Then she took the bread packet and made herself busy in the kitchen.
When the doorbell rang it was almost evening. Sun sets quite early in this part. So it was already getting dark. Swati was quite surprised to hear doorbell at this time. In this sleepy town hardly anybody disturbs at this time. Swati thought maybe someone mistakenly rung the bell. She opened the door quite carefully and was pleasantly amused to see the person who rang the bell.
Deepak was standing in front of her in his army uniform. She was so excited that she could hardly utter a word. Deepak flung Swati off her feet and lifted her in his arms. Then he lightly kissed her lips and said “see I am home for Christmas”
Tears came to Swati’s eyes; she was still unable to say a word. Every time when Deepak comes back from his posting Swati feels the same numbness. Every time he comes back it is a victory. And his every return makes Swati thank the god for his survival.

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Their humble Christmas dinner had nothing special to eat. Deepak had brought along with him some tin food from his camp; he also brought some fruits and a can of fresh cream which he used to prepare a fruit salad. The only thing that marked their dinner special was the pudding that Swati prepared using those almost hardened bread, butter, one egg that her hen laid, sugar and some flour. It was not just a pudding but it was her expression of love. It was prepared to celebrate not only Christmas but also Deepak’s homecoming from the China border and most importantly their togetherness. This was the most special Christmas that Swati ever spent.



Recipe for Bread Pudding

4-6 bread pieces
2 eggs
½ cup flour
1 cup sugar
½ cup molten butter
Pinch of baking powder


How to prepare

Soak the bread pieces in water for 30 mins
Squeeze the water and crumble the bread pieces
Whisk the egg white until it becomes creamy
Add flour to the egg white
Slowly add the sugar and keep whisking.
Add the molten butter and whisk
Add the crumbled bread pieces
Put the mixture in a blender and blend well
Add baking powder
Pre-heat the oven
Take a baking bowl and grease its base with butter
Put the baking bowl in the oven and bake at 250 degree Celsius for 45 minutes
Decorate it with dry fruits and nuts and serve.


Rajasthani Folk Music in Udaipur

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My distant memory of Rajasthani music is from the 1974 movie “Sonar Kella” by Satyajit Ray. I believe this movie should have been rewarded by Rajasthan Tourism department for promoting Rajasthan as a tourist destination. In that movie Ray used Rajasthani folk music on numerous occasions. Ever since I watched that movie, I wanted to visit Rajasthan and listen to Rajasthani folk music sung by street singers the way it was shown in the movie. Sitting on the banks of Lake Pichola that childhood dream came true.

I met a Rajasthani folk musician on my trip to Udaipur, sitting by the Lake Pichola and playing his instrument. He was oblivious of the people around him. His music was tranquil and earthly and delivered listener to a transcendental echelon. Rajasthan has a rich heritage of folk music. There are different groups of musicians in Rajasthan.

The Langas and Manganiars are groups of hereditary professional musicians, whose music has been supported by wealthy landlords and aristocrats for generations. Both sing in the same dialect, but their styles and repertoires differ, shaped by the tastes of their patrons. The monarchs of the courts of Rajput and Jaipur maintained large music and dance troupes in an environment where the arts were allowed to flourish. Though both communities are made up of Muslim musicians, many of their songs are in praise of Hindu deities and celebrate Hindu festivals such as Diwali and Holi. The Manganiar performers traditionally invoke the Hindu God Krishna and seek his blessings before beginning their recital. At one time, the Manganiars were musicians of the Rajput courts, accompanying their chiefs to war and providing them with entertainment before and after the battles and in the event of his death, would perform at the ruler's vigil day and night until the mourning was over.

Langa literally means 'song giver'. An accomplished group of poets, singers, and musicians from the Barmer district of Rajasthan, the Langas seem to have converted from Hinduism to Islam in the 17th century. Traditionally, Sufi influences prevented them from using percussion instruments, however, the Langas are versatile players of the Sindhi Sarangi and the Algoza (double flute), which accompany and echo their formidable and magical voices. They perform at events like births, and weddings, exclusively for their patrons (Yajman), who are cattle breeders, farmers, and landowners. The Langa musicians are regarded by their patrons as 'kings'. “The 'Sindhi Sarangi' used by the Langas, is made up of four main wires, with more than twenty vibrating sympathetic strings which help to create its distinctive haunting tones. The bowing of these instruments is a skilful exercise, often supported by the sound of the 'ghungroos' or ankle bells that are tied to the bow to make the beat more prominent.

The word ‘Manganiyar’ means those who ask for alms. On different occasions they would go to patron’s houses and sing appropriate songs and in turn would be rewarded. The Manganiyar community is divided into two parts, one whose patrons are Hindus and the other who have Muslim patrons. The Hindu patrons mostly belong to Bhati and Rathore communities of Rajputs while the Muslim patrons are Sindhi Muslims.Even though the Manganiyars are Sunni Muslims by birth, their lifestyle and the way of dressing up reflect the Hindu or the ‘Ganga-Jamana’ culture. They present a perfect example of communal bonhomie as for generations they have been closely linked to both Muslim and Hindu families for their livelihood. Since generations the tradition of singing and composing for occasions is going strong. Singing at their jajmaans house on various occasions is their traditional profession. Describing their jajmaans illustrious history which is full of honor and pride, is their specialty. The description of jajmaan’s Genealogy with the support of artists is known as ‘Shubhraj’. Such is the ability of these people that they could recite all the names of the last few generations of the jajmaans within the space of a single breath. This also includes the description of their achievements. In exchange of the above, the manganiyars were rewarded handsomely in the form of grain, wheat, goat, camel, sheep, horse or cash.

Khamaycha is the most significant instrument of Manganiyar community. It is like an ancient niche amongst string instruments which is linked with Manganiyar community since ages. Khamaycha is made up of mango wood. The big, round, hollow part on one end of it is covered with goat skin. This instrument has 17 strings out of which three special strings are made from goat’s intestine and the rest of the 14 strings are made up of steel. When they touch those three special strings with their special bow made from the horse’s hair, it produces some soul stirring music.


Tasty Tuesday- Momo and Mom

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Wanderful is happy to introduce a weekly column called "Tasty Tuesday". This column is a weekly food fiction, where the reader will read a story/anecdote along with a recipe mentioned in that story/anecdote. This is the second post of this series. This post was first published in Prathampadokhep as a part of "of chalks and chopsticks". Hope readers enjoy this weekly column. Guest posts for this weekly column are welcome.

Momo and Mom

The craving for Momo is increasing by leaps and bounds. Craving for a food, she didn’t touch for 15 years after that fateful day. She used to feel a strong resentment towards Momo. She often thought the food as the reason for her tragedy. And therefore she kept herself away from it. But now suddenly she is feeling the strongest urge to have it. Initially she tried to fend off the craving, but it slowly overwhelmed her. Throughout the day she was only thinking of Momos.
Then one day she thought of ordering Momos from the nearest Tibetan delight. She picked up the phone and dialled the number but the repulsion crept back and she kept the phone.
More than anything she was scared of her father’s prying. Ever since that incidence she deliberately abstained from Momo, and her father always felt her abstinence illogical. No doubt her father would be happy to see his daughter forgetting the past, but she was too embarrassed to answer any of his questions.
Finally she abandoned the idea of buying it and decided to secretly prepare it at home when the others would be away. The very next day she clandestinely went to the nearby mall and bought all the ingredients. She kept them in the freezer behind other stuff, safeguarding them from peeping eyes.
Throughout the night she was unable to sleep. She was having a strange feeling. She was feeling guilty although she had no reason to feel so, but still she felt culpability. For the last 15 years she had always held this particular food responsible for her misfortune and now all of a sudden she was dying to have it. Throughout the night she felt uneasy and memories of that unfortunate day came back like a movie flashback.
She could see and feel that fateful morning when her mother was preparing ingredients for Momo. It was she who had requested her Mom to prepare Momo. From early morning her Mom started chopping onions and garlic, kneading the dough, making small balls. She was served steaming hot Momos before she left for school.
Her Mom promised Thukpa and Momo after she returned from school.
Even in school she was not able to concentrate. Her mind was only thinking of Momo and Thukpa. Just after the English period she was excitedly discussing the prospect of having Momo after school with her friends, when the school office bearer came and asked her to come along to the Princapal’s room. She was surprised with this sudden summon and also scared. Even after thinking a lot she was not able to think of any recent misdeed that could lead her to the Principal’s room. She silently and anxiously followed the bearer.
After entering the principal’s room she was surprised to find her neighbour Mr.Tandon sitting in front of her Principal. Immediately she thought that this man has come to complain about her to the principal. She recollected that the previous week she had not taken Mr.Tandon’s daughter in the game of “chor police”. May be that has irked this man, and he has come to complain.
After she entered the room her principal called her and held her hand very politely, she saw no anger in the principal’s face. He very politely asked her to go home along with Mr.Tandon. She was surprised. Why was she being asked to go home? For a moment she thought maybe her Mom wanted her to have the Momo right then. Maybe her Mom was as excited as her and couldn’t wait to serve her.
With great anticipation she started for home. When she entered her home’s lawn she saw almost all her neighbourhood people waiting. She was surprised and thought that maybe her Mom has called all of them to have Momos.
Mrs Tobden, came and hugged her. She was taken inside. Mrs Tobden was walking very slowly and carefully as if not to disturb anybody.
Slowly they entered her parent’s bedroom; she saw her mother lying on the bed. A plateful of Momo was getting cold in the side table. She wondered why her mother was sleeping when there were houseful of guests. That was the day she last had Momo.

15 years later, today she is going to have it once again. Throughout the day when her husband and father were away she made the Momos. In the evening she sat in her veranda and had the first bite of Momo after 15 years, and with the first bite she felt her baby kicking inside her. She became sure that it is going to be a girl. She now knew that her mother is coming back. Her mother was signalling her to get back to her favourite food and not blame it.



Recipe for Momo

Ingredients for Momo

250 grams minced chicken/mutton
2 cusp flour
2 onions chopped
2 cloves garlic chopped
4 green chillies chopped
1 inch ginger chopped
2 shallots chopped
Coriander leaves
1 tsp soya sauce
¼ tsp vinegar
2 lemon juice
2 tsp pepper
Salt to taste

Ingredients for the chutney

2 tomatoes chopped
2 cloves garlic chopped
1 inch ginger chopped
4 red chillies
1 tsp olive oil

How to prepare

Marinate the chicken with lemon juice and vinegar and refrigerate overnight. Take the marinated chicken and add chopped onions, garlic, ginger, shallots, chillies and coriander leaves to it. Mix thoroughly and add salt, pepper and soya sauce. Keep the filling aside.
Take flour in a bowl and add salt to it. Add water and knead into dough. Make small balls from the dough. Roll the balls into small round and put 1 tsp of filling in the middle. Fold the round into a semi circular shape and seal it. Steam it for about 20 minutes.

How to prepare the chutney

Put tomato, garlic, ginger and red chillies in mixer and blend it into a fine paste. Pour olive oil in a pan. Pour the paste into the pan, add salt. Simmer the paste for sometime. Serve the Momos along with this chutney.


Spending a considerable part of my childhood in Gangtok I naturally developed a liking for Tibetan food. Although, I never tried preparing them at home. This food fiction encouraged me to prepare Momo for the first time at home. With all humility I admit it tasted awesome.

English Tea and Bengali Adda at Mrs.Magpie

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My last trip to Kolkata was not as I wished it should have been. I ran from pillar to post to get my work done. Commuting proved difficult as mentioned in my post “6 ways why Kolkata is a City of Joy but not Joyride”. However the only saving grace was Mrs. Magpie. No, Mrs. Magpie is not my Wellington Square neighbour or my Anglo-Indian English teacher from school but a small cafeteria in Purna Das Road. The place has already become the favourite hangout for many South Kolkatans. I shall remain thankful to my friend D and J for taking me to that quaint and cosy place where I could unwind to a great extent.

The entrance


Kolkata is undoubtedly the food paradise of India even a hard core detractor would not deny that. Kolkata is not only famous for its rasogollas, mishit doi, fuchkas and rolls, but also for its Biryanis and kababs. Every time I go to Kolkata my fellow Mumbaikars ask me to get them “rashugullas” from there, as nowhere in Mumbai we get such savoury rasogollas. Kolkata is home to a generous population of Chinese emigrants and thus the Chinese cuisine served in China Town in Tangra could be found nowhere in India. Kolkata also adheres to its colonial heritage and serves the best English breakfast at Flury’s, Park Street. Any Kolkatan wherever they might be living will always have fond memories of Park Street and its multi-cuisine restaurants.

Mrs. Magpie

Mrs Magpie is a relatively new but strong entrant in the food glossary of Kolkata. The place is reminiscent of an English inn. The ambience is so relaxed and quintessential “Bengali adda”(chatting) compliant that one doesn’t feel like leaving the place. The English high tea spread that we ordered was also delicious. I loved the decoration of the place; especially my son went ecstatic looking at the designer cakes. While sitting at the place at one point I felt as if I was sitting in some Victorian English countryside cafe, the July rains outside actually added to the effect. Mrs. Magpie has a perfect English ambience for Bengali adda.


English Tea and Bengali adda at Mrs.Magpie



This is my entry for this week's Black and White Wednesday - a culinary event of gorgeous Black and White images. I converted the last image into Black and White for the contest. BWW was started by Susan of The Well Seasoned Cook and currently managed by Cinzia of Cindystar. The host for this week’s BWW #151 is Sanhita of Pocketfull of Spices.

Gulab Bagh- Udaipur

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Gulab Bagh (Sajjan Niwas Garden) is the largest garden in Udaipur. It is spread over 100 acres of land. Our hotel shared a common boundary with Gulab Bagh therefore we walked down after visiting the Vintage Car Collection at Udaipur Palace which was also within walking distance. Gulab Bagh gets its name from the abundance of rose flowers it has. Unfortunately I didn’t get to see too many roses as I had expected, nevertheless saw other flowers.


Gulab Bagh- The main Palace- Now a Library

Gulab Bagh is situated very near to Lake Pichola and walking distance from the Lake Palace. Gulab Bagh encompasses a museum, originally known as Victoria Hall Museum. It is famous for its collection of antiques, curios, royal household items and other interesting relics from the past.






The only rose

A zoo is situated within the garden, at a short walk away through rose plants and open parks. The zoo, as such, is quite small. Animals and birds of many varieties are housed in cages. But there is enough enjoyment for the kids who can be seen craning their necks to get a glimpse of the tiger or the bear. There is also a small train that meanders within the zoo.


There is a library which was constructed by Maharana Fateh Singh. The library is known as Saraswati Bhawan Library. This library houses books related to history, archaeology, Indology and several manuscripts that date back to the early medieval period. Gulab Bagh is not really a must see place in Udaipur nevertheless a good place to spend a lazy afternoon.

Prakruti Nature Trail at Bhavan's College, Mumbai

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Every Sunday Bhavan’s Nature and Adventure Centre “Jungle Planet” organises a Fun Sunday for kids and adults alike. With the entry ticket three free programmes could be availed which includes 1) Nature Trail 2) Animal interaction/ pet care and 3) another programme which could be anything like Butterfly life cycle, Meet a Mountaneer, Puppet show, basics about Bonsai, life of Dinosaurs etc. The park is open from 3pm-7pm and the entry ticket is Rs 100/ per person.

The whatsapp group of mummies from my son’s school decided to take our kids to something other than malls and movies and therefore one of the mummies suggested this place. Living in a concrete jungle like Mumbai our kids are deprived of open spaces, playgrounds and outdoor activities and above all nature and natural habitat. This place is situated in the lap of nature within the maximum city therefore was a welcome change for both the kids and the mothers.

The various activities here includes Rope climbing, Rappelling, River Crossing, Rope Ladder, Archery, Tribal Trail, Bird Watching, Rifle Shooting, Commando Bridge, Hanging Tyre, Flying Fox, Mini Tarzan Swing, Horizontal Net, Spider Net and Cave trail. The place also has overnight camping options at tents. Camping can be done with family.

Soon after we entered the kids went truly wild. All these Mumbai kids who are only familiar buildings, plastic play zones and chlorinated swimming pools were thrilled to witness the beauty of nature. Soon after entering the park some of them started chasing the wild geese that were roaming around freely, some ran behind the peacock; others started adoring the parakeets, and some others were so fascinated by the Turtles that it was difficult to move them from the spot.

The first free session of animal interaction was a unique experience for all the kids, here they could touch and feel the wild animals. They seemed thrilled with the softness of rabbits and guinea pigs. All the kids started rubbing the rabbit so vigorously that the poor fellow got scared. The next session was Nature Trail where they were taken through the park and shown ant hills, bats, butterflies, insects in their natural habitat and birds. It also included a small session where they talked about Tribal people and natural stones. The kids got to learn a lot of things.

The fun part began after this when they took part in the activities. Almost all the kids did rock climbing and Rappelling with elan. Even few mommies including yours truly tried, but let me confess that the kids did far better than us. River crossing proved another popular activity. Kids also enjoyed the commando net. Four hours inside the park was as if spent in a blink.

Trivia

Where: Bhavan’s Nature and Adventure Centre, Bhavan’s College, D. N. Nagar, Andheri (W)

When: Every Sunday 3pm-7pm

Entry Fee: Rs 100/per person. Separate tickets for activities.

Activities: Nature Trail accompanied by a Naturalist, Interaction with animals, Rope climbing, Rappelling, River Crossing, Rope Ladder, Archery, Tribal Trail, Bird Watching, Rifle Shooting, Commando Bridge, Hanging Tyre, Flying Fox, Mini Tarzan Swing, Horizontal Net, Spider Net and Cave trail, overnight camping in tents.

The Board 

Free Birds



River Crossing

Parrots

Peacock



Rock Climbing

Tribal Trail

Nature and Rappelling

Camping

Archery




#ToiletForBabli in Swach Bharat

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Aruna had a love marriage with Prem. While studying Engineering they met and soon fell in love. While Aruna was the convent educated only daughter of a Bank officer, Prem belonged to a family of farmers. Prem lived in a village 500 kms from the main city and his parents were barely educated. Owing to this social mismatch Aruna’s parents were slightly hesitant initially but Aruna was confident that she would adjust with Prem’s family.

The marriage took place in the City and the following day Aruna left for her matrimonial house. This was her first visit to her in-laws. On reaching she was given a grand welcome by them. Almost the entire village came to meet the new bride. A grand feast was arranged in her honour.
After the celebration when Aruna felt the pressing need to freshen up she asked her ten year old sister-in-law Babli about the direction to the washroom, Babli made a strange face and said “we do not have washroom”. Babli further said “we go and sit in the bushes near the pond”. Aruna was shocked. Prem had never mentioned anything about this before. She suddenly felt cheated by Prem and tears rolled down her cheek.

Aruna remembered Prime Minister Mr. Narendra Modi’s “Swach Bharat” campaign where he emphasised on the need for Toilets. And here she was standing in her own home without a toilet. Aruna slowly composed herself and decided to do something. She directly went to her father-in-law’s room and confronted him. The entire village was shocked at her audacity. A new bride instead of obeying the elders was ‘fighting’ for a ‘petty’ thing like toilet.

Aruna looked into the eyes of her father-in-law and said that while in the village all women are expected to cover their face to protect dignity, how come the same village ask their women to defecate in open? What honour is there in covering the face but exposing the buttock?
Secondly she stressed on the health alarm. When someone defecates in the open then insects like flies and mosquitoes sit on it and then the same mosquito comes and sits on food exposing to numerous health hazards. Thus people especially small children face deadly health hazard. She pointed at Babli and said that other than diseases this small girl might also fall prey to other predators. Her mom-in-law got alarmed and pulled Babli closer. Aruna further added that there is no point entering the kitchen after taking a bath if this elementary thing is not taken care of. Aruna furthermore said that there is no need to clean the house if environment is polluted. With open defecation environment gets severely polluted. Aruna took a deep breath after saying all this. Her father-in-law and other village elders looked convinced. The women behind the curtains started clapping for Aruna. She knew her battle was half won. Now the next major step would be to build toilets for the entire village.

Aruna was aware of Domex Toilet Academy (DTA) programme. She knew that DTA Domex Toilet Academy was launched on 19th November 2013. It aims to become a sustainable and long-term solution to provide sanitation that benefits the local community and helps stimulate the local economy. The Toilet Academy makes toilets accessible and affordable, while promoting the benefits of clean toilets & good hygiene. The effort has resulted in bringing the change in the villages of Maharashtra and Orissa and we aim to build 24000 toilets by 2015 in rural areas faced with the problem of open defecation. She sought to seek their help in her endeavour.

Aruna was successful in her mission to construct a toilet for her little sis-in-law Babli with assistance from Domex. If you also want to bring about the change in the lives of millions of kids, and show your support for the Domex initiative, all you need to do is “click” on the “Contribute Tab” on www.domex.in and Domex will contribute Rs.5 on your behalf to eradicate open defecation, thereby helping kids like Babli live a dignified life.

Tasty Tuesday- How to make Ghee at Home

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Wanderful is happy to introduce a weekly column called "Tasty Tuesday". This column is a weekly food fiction, where the reader will read a story/anecdote along with a recipe mentioned in that story/anecdote. This is the third post of this series. Hope readers enjoy this weekly column. Guest posts for this weekly column are welcome.

MIL and Ghee

Shruti’s MIL suffers from a phobia that her son is not being well fed by Shruti. This anxiety is shared by majority of Indian Moms especially the Bengali and Punjabi variety. If a Punjabi or Bengali boy eats even one roti less than the usual quota the mom behaves as if there is some medical emergency. Each time Shruti’s MIL comes to visit her, the first thing she says to her son is “roga haye gechis kato” (you have become so thin...emphasising on the word thin). And immediately jumps on a mission to rescue her son from obvious malnourishment and thus enters the kitchen in warlike precision and starts rolling out parothas, fish curries, mutton, exotic vegetable and deserts. MIL is convinced that the malnourishment index in DIL’s house is lesser than Somalia and therefore her job is similar to World Bank or Red Cross in this African country. Like them she also enters armed with relief materials which fill up her XL Samsonite suitcase. MIL also suffers from a strange fear that in metro cities all food materials are adulterated so she finds it safer to carry everything from home, and doesn’t mind carrying the extra baggage despite her arthritis. Her Samsonite suitcase can give Pandora ’s Box a run for its money. This particular baggage contains everything from “chola shaak”, ajwain, mauri, brinjal, cauliflower, potoler loti, kolaiyer daal, gandhoraaj lebu, jaggery, matar daal, country eggs, narkel er poor, patisapta, naru, chaski pitha...etc etc etc. Although the right to this stuff is strictly reserved for her beloved son nevertheless it is enough to feed the whole of Africa.

The MIL is happy to cook endless dishes for the hungry son. She also sends the maids on leave as they are mere disturbances in this noble mission. Her forty something son is slowly reduced to an infant under her care and affection. With each morsel of food that she serves her son becomes “gadogado(mushy)” the scene has the potential to beat any saas bahu serial’s TRP. She feeds and keeps telling “kha” “kha” (eat) with such desperation as if he is eating after coming back from Kargil and will have to leave for Afghanistan soon after finishing. After each bite hubby dear keeps praising Mummyji and every time he praises some more food finds way to his plate. To all Indian men the Mom is the best cook, so no argument in this respect “she was, she is and she will be” the best cook even if she had cooked nothing more than magi in her entire life. Shruti is a smart girl she never tries to compete. MIL looks at her with sympathy as if Shruti has some learning disability in the field of cooking.

It was a happy happy situation, Mummyji was happy cooking, betaji was happy eating and Shruti was happy not cooking. That is precisely when disaster struck, MIL realised that she has forgotten her bottle of ghee behind. Where would she get pure ghee in this adulterated city of thugs? She was desperate blaming herself for this undesired amnesia when Shruti came to her rescue. Shruti offered her a bottle of homemade ghee. MIL was unable to comprehend which one was the bigger shock...her forgetting the ghee bottle...or the fact that her DIL can prepare something as difficult as ghee. She was always happy thinking that she was the better cook but this ghee from DIL’s kitchen shattered her world. One item that MIL could never manage to prepare has been mastered by the DIL was a shock big enough to give her a cerebral stroke. Shruti was enjoying her MIL’s desperation but then she felt pity for the old lady and promised her to teach this and also assured that MIL would certainly make it far better than her.

All characters appearing in this story are non-fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely intentional coincidental.

How to make Ghee

1) Store the malai/shar/ cream from the milk

The Malai/Shar/ Cream

2) Keep the same to ferment for over 12 hours
3) Start churning the malai till the time water separates. It is advisable to add some ice cubes as it expedites the process

Churn the Malai

4) After water separates add some flowing water from the tap and wash the malai nicely

Wash with water

5) Now add few tulsi leaves and 3-4 cloves

Add Tulsi leaves and cloves

6) Boil till it turns golden yellow
Boil




Boil till it turns golden yellow

7) Ghee is ready

Ghee

After separating the ghee you can use the residue to make paranthas.






#BringBackTheTouch- Bike Ride

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Ektuku choya lage...ektuku katha shuni” is a Tagore song which explores the sensuality behind touch. A simple and quick touch from a loved one can make one skip a heartbeat. However in today’s fast and furious life we often miss these small moments. Especially with urban couples this is even truer. After 10 years of marriage this is exactly what happened to Ekta and Vishesh. Both were busy with their corporate careers, besides Ekta was also busy with their two kids Nysha and Zen. They hardly had any time left for each other. Their relationship lost the initial spark and became mundane and boring.

Before Diwali, Ekta took a day off from office to supervise the maids in yearly cleaning. Apart from the main house she also decided to clean the basement. When she entered to clean the basement the first thing she noticed was Vishesh’s bike. It has been ages she rode pillion on this bike. During their college days they used to go for long rides on this bike but now with big and swanky cars they don’t need this bike anymore. Ekta remembered the fun they both had riding on this bike. She realised that now they have bigger cars but smaller hearts. They have money but no time for each other.

She took out the bike, cleaned it and kept it in front of the main door. In the evening when Vishesh came home he saw the old bike. He came inside and asked Ekta “Why have you taken out that old bike?” Ekta looked at him mischievously and came closer to him. She looked into his eyes and said “To go on ride with you. Are you game for it?” Vishesh could see the Ekta of college days standing in front of him. He nodded his head with a wide grin.  Ekta gave him the bike keys, she asked the maid to look after the kids and both ran out of the house holding hands and sat on the bike.


After a long time Ekta was sitting behind Vishesh holding him tight. They could feel their body against each other. Ekta’s hair was touching Vishesh’s face. They rode through the highways and at every turn Ekta was tightening her grip on Vishesh. They felt the way they felt on their first date. The warmth, the passion, the romance and above all love felt like the way it used to feel 10 years back. After a long time they could #BringBackTheTouch in their relationship.


Hyderabadi Biryani at Paradise

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I always considered Kolkata as the Biryani paradise till I had Biryani at the real “Paradise” in Hyderabad. The name Paradise is appropriate as this is indeed the paradise for Biryani. Even while writing this post my mouth is watering thinking about that divine food in a manner comparable to our canine friends. A trip to Hyderabad would remain incomplete without a trip to Paradise on M.G.Road in Secunderabad.


Paradise, M.G.Road, Secunderabad

Unlike Kolkata, Hyderabadi Biryani is light on tummy. It is not greasy and has less ghee/dalda. It is served with a side dish mirchi ka salan, something that I simply adore. The Biryani should be followed with a sweet dish called “khubani ka meetha” a dish made out of apricots and ice cream.

Biryani and mirchi ka salaan

When I shifted to Hyderabad like any Bong I was missing Kolkata and its food the most. However after 2-3 weeks in Hyderabad I realised that this city has numerous things to offer in the gastronomic sector. Biryani from Paradise of course topped the list; it made me forget Golpark Bedwin, Shiraz and Aminia. As the saying goes that “a way to a man’s (in this case woman’s) heart is through his/her tummy” so the moment Hyderabad won over my tummy it transformed itself into one of my favourite cities. Paradise became my regular hangout. We gorged not only on its Biryani but also the Haleem during Ramzaan months. Even today whenever my better half goes to Hyderabad on official trips I do not allow him back into the house unless I see a takeaway pack of Paradise Biryani. Once he came back from Hyderabad at 2 o clock, and I had Biryani at that odd hour as it was impossible to resist till morning.



Yummy Biryani

Kuwait Zoo

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As a child I loved visiting the Alipore Zoo in Kolkata during the winter season with my family. It used to be a day long trip to the zoo with hampers full of snacks like luchi torkari, dim pauruti, and home made son papri. We used to also carry badminton rackets, Frisbee and cards to play inside the zoo sitting on the lush grass lawns. It was a regular annual event that I used to look forward to.

Therefore during my stay in Kuwait I planned a visit to the zoo during the winters more out of some compulsive habit than anything else. In India I have been to quite a few zoos. Honestly I found most of them in deplorable conditions with malnourished animals, ill maintained cages, cleanliness and hygiene issues etc. However the zoo in Kuwait was a completely different story. It was impeccably clean and the animals were not only well fed and healthy some of them were almost obese. Here I present few snap shots of the Kuwait Zoo.

Main Entrance to the Zoo





Loved the lazy Cheetah

The King's Harem


Cute they are

Beautiful Stripes




Equal Streets- Mumbai

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Equal Streets movement in Mumbai simply rocks!!!! Equal Street movement reflects the spirit, the flamboyance, the creativity, the charisma and the fun loving nature of Mumbai. The Equal Streets initiative brought to Mumbai by NGOs, think tanks, citizens’ association and cycling groups, closes a 6.5km loop to motor vehicles from 7am-11 am every Sunday. The movement will continue till May 31, 2015 and the stretch extends from Bandra’s HP junction down Linking Road before looping back to the junction via SV Road. One can enter this stretch from the points at Linking Road and SV Road in Bandra, Khar and Santacruz.

Equal Street


Come on join in!!


Usually I prefer waking up late on Sunday but today was an exception. I not only woke up early but reached Linking Road at 7.30 am. Equal Streets encourages people not to use private vehicles therefore we obliged and took an auto to reach Bandra. The entire stretch of Equal Street resembled a carnival with carefree mothers letting their kids run here and there. No helicopter parenting required at Equal Street. Here kids and adults misplace their age differences and behave similarly. I saw middle aged Aunties cycling and Uncles playing caroms. Kids were sitting anywhere they wished and drawing with chalk on the road. Some of them playing hopscotch and cricket the way we once did only during “bandhs”.

Free Street

Hopscotch

Carom Club


I would suggest you enter from the Shoppers Stop’s side since most activities were at this side. My son and his father had a great drumming session in front of Amarsons. They both were equally thrilled; even I tried my hands on the drums. It was a great experience to drum with so many people.

Drumming

I saw a huge crowd in front of the Radio mirchi counter armed with their cell phones and shooting a handsome guy. Out of ignorance I asked a teen age girl who he was. The girl looked at me disgustedly and replied “Sidhdharth Malhotra” she must have said “don’t you know this you dumbo” in her mind as well. I swiftly left that place to avoid any further embarrassment. Well readers am still not very sure who this Sidhdharth Malhotra is, please excuse my “unpardonable” ignorance.

Radio Mirchi- My blunder zone :(

At the play corner for kids my son was initially not agreeing to go. When I asked him why he was not going he said that how could he go without tickets. These kids are so used to paid play zones that a concept of a free play zone is beyond imagination for them. When I told him that here everything is free he took quite a lot of time to accept. Eventually when he did he loved the interactive play session.

Let's Jump


Players

This is the true "Equal" Street


There were also sessions on fitness by Leena Mogre, aerobics workshop, zumba sessions, meditation corners, chess boards, hoola-hoops, jamming sessions and magic show.Equal Street is a movement where the citizens and the city have come up as winners. The congested city has created a free zone for itself. It has created a movement of fitness, fun and equality. Equal Street allowed the street children to play obliterating the divide. Equal Streets once again proves that Mumbai is indeed the city of dreams and hopes.

Dancing to the tune

Budding Vishwanathans

Meditation Camp

Happy Faces at Equal Street




Tasty Tuesday- 26/11 and Ilish Bhapa

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Wanderful is happy to introduce a weekly column called "Tasty Tuesday". This column is a weekly food fiction, where the reader will read a story/anecdote along with a recipe mentioned in that story/anecdote. This is the fourth post of this series. On the eve of 26/11 I am sharing a true and chilling incident from my life. Hope readers enjoy this weekly column. Guest posts for this weekly column are welcome.

26/11/2008

One might wonder what could be the relation between Ilish Bhapa and 26/11. Apparently nothing but for me there is a huge connection, a connection of life and death. On that ill-fated day Ilish Bhapa saved my better half from being shot by Pakistani gunmen. His two friends were however not that fortunate.

26th November 2008 started like any other day. In the morning Mumbaikars had no idea what was lurking in the shoreline of this maximum city. My Hubby D left for office as usual.  I was six months pregnant then. When he left in the morning I like any other Mumbaikar was unaware that simultaneously a group of armed men were also sailing towards Mumbai to launch the deadliest of all attacks.

In the afternoon I went to the market and bought Hilsa fish. November is not really the season for Hilsa but I was having a hormone induced craving for Hilsa therefore under compulsion I bought some heavily priced frozen Hilsa from Hypercity. After coming back home I grinded mustard, slit green chillies and prepared my steamer to make Ilish Bhapa, a dish that always reminds me of my Thakuma.

At 6pm D gave me a call and said he would be late as he was heading for a meeting followed by dinner. Thus, I switched on the TV and settled myself on the couch for a long evening. D finished his meeting and went with two of his clients cum friends to Leopold Cafe. They initially ordered starters and beer. A happy evening of friendly banter and drinks started. One of them S was due to get married the following month, so they started teasing him, pestering him to throw a pre-wedding party.

Just before ordering main course D called home once again just to check if everything was fine with his pregnant wife. He casually asked me what was for dinner at home and when I said ilish bhapa D faced a dilemma. D loves fish and like any Bong ilish is his favourite fish and the temptation of ilish bhapa was too enticing to ignore.  In a blink he asked his friends not to order main course for him as he was heading back home to have dinner with 'wifey'.  

He came out of Leopold and took a taxi to reach CST. Minutes after D left Leopold two young boys in their twenties dressed in T-shirt and jeans carrying rucksacks entered the restaurant. They looked like college goers looking for few drinks at the cafe. Nobody gave them any attention. However these boys knew how to gain the attention of not only the customers of that cafe but also scare entire nation and the world.

These two boys took out AK 47 and started shooting haphazardly. S who had not yet started eating his dinner was the first person to fall prey to the bullets. He died instantaneously. The other friend M suffered severe bullet wounds. He died the following day unattended in a Mumbai hospital while his family was frantically searching for him in every hospital and every morgue.

D was unaware of all this. He was happily coming back home to the smell of mustard and green chillies.  D entered CST and boarded a train from platform no. 1. It was the last train to leave on that fateful night before CST was turned into a death zone. Soon after Pakistani gunmen Ajmal Kasab and Abu Ismail entered CST and started rampant firing. 

I was  surprised  to see D back home so early. Ignorant of what was happening we happily sat for dinner, we relished our ilish bhapa licking mustard paste off our fingers. After dinner we sat to watch TV and saw breaking news of some firing in CST and Leopold. Things were not yet clear. D tried calling his friends S and M but their cells were switched off.

After the uneasy night, the following morning we came to know that the wedding of S has been replaced with his funeral. His fiancé who was looking for honeymoon hotels would now be sent to a mental rehabilitation centre in Switzerland to get over the trauma. It took three days for M’s old and ailing parents to claim his “unidentified” body from the morgue.
I pray for their souls and for all others who lost their lives in this mindless killing. I thank almighty that D had a narrow escape. I also pray for all those jihadis who died. My Christian missionary education taught me “Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do”. May this mindless killing stop. Amen.


Recipe of Illish bhapa

Hilsa- 2-4 pieces
Mustard seeds- 2 tbsp
Poppy seeds (posto)- 1 tsp
Curd- 1 tbsp
Mustard oil- 2 tbsp
Green chillies- 6-8
Turmeric- ½ tsp
Salt to taste



How to prepare
Soak the mustard seeds and poppy seeds for 30 minutes. Make a paste of the same; add salt while making the paste. Clean and wash the hilsa fish. Smear it with turmeric, the paste, curd, 1 tbsp mustard oil and salt. Add green chillies. Put them in a steamer for 30 minutes. Take it out. Add the mustard oil from above. Serve with rice.




Taj Mahal- The Myths and a Duplicate

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Taj Mahal is the seventh wonder of the World. The Taj Mahal means “Crown of Palaces”. It is India’s finest monument which attracts thousands of tourists from all over the world. Mughal Emperor Shah Jahan built it in the memory of his third wife Mumtaz Mahal, who died while giving birth to their fourteenth child Gauhara Begum.

Wah Taj!!


The construction of Taj Mahal began around 1632 and was completed around 1653, employing thousands of artisans and craftsmen. In our history books we read that Empereor Shah Jahan severed the thumbs of all the 20,000 artisans who built Taj Mahal, so that this unique monument does not get replicated. However on my recent trip to Agra my tour guide told me an altogether different story behind this myth. Taj Mahal was built primarily out of Marble stone that was brought from Makrana in Rajasthan. Makrana marble is supposed to be the finest marble however it needs intense polishing to bring out the shine of this particular stone. Nowadays we have marble cutting machines to polish the marble but in those days people did it with their hands. While polishing the marble hands especially the thumb also gets chiselled. The workers who continuously polished the marble for almost twenty years to build the Taj thus developed severely bruised and injured fingers; some even developed gangrene and lost their fingers. This subsequently gave origin to this myth.

Side View of Taj

A second myth holds that Shah Jahan planned a mausoleum to be built in black marble as a Black Taj Mahal across the Yamuna River. It was suggested that Shah Jahan was overthrown by his son Aurangzeb before it could be built. Ruins of blackened marble across the river in Moonlight Garden, Mahtab Bagh, seemed to support this legend. However, excavations carried out found that they were discoloured white stones that had turned black and therefore the myth of black Taj also appears to be a myth.

Banks of Yamuna

Shah Jahan was paranoid of Taj Mahal getting replicated. However his own son Aurangazeb betrayed him not only in claiming the throne but also in replicating Taj. Aurangzeb built Bibi Ka Maqbara in Aurangabad in the memory of his first wife, Dilras Banu Begum. It bears a striking resemblance to the Taj Mahal, the mausoleum of his mother. Aurangzeb was not very interested in architecture, though he had built the small, but elegant, Pearl Mosque at Delhi. The Bibi Ka Maqbara was the largest structure that he had to his credit. When I saw Bibi Ka Maqbara I honestly felt it was the ‘poor man’s Taj Mahal’.

Bibi Ka Maqbara- The Duplicate Taj



Recipe of Kumror Chakka

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Life of an Instructional Designer

9:30 am, Ruchi is running to catch her office shuttle. Today she really needs to hurry up. The storyboard is expected to be back with client reviews. She needs to do the fixes and send it across by late afternoon. She would barely get time.
Today is going to be a hectic day in office. She has a meeting scheduled with the graphics team at 11 am for her AMD project. Last night, Ruchi sat late to go through the AMD introductory screen and was exasperated to find at least 35 bugs in one single screen. She wants to give a piece of her mind to the graphics team in the meeting.
Thankfully today the roads were empty. 10 am Ruchi entered the office lobby. She was feeling thirsty and wanted to head for the coffee machine. She controlled the temptation and instead went to her workstation. The first thing she did was opened her outlook inbox….'Oh my God’ she gasped, it was full of mails. No time to go through all mails so she started prioritising them and searched for the storyboard which she was expecting. She found the storyboard with client comments and immediately started working. The unopened mails were making her curious but she concentrated on the storyboard. The clock was ticking fast and her work was not being able to keep up with the pace.
One mail that she managed a glimpse was particularly bothering her, the one that she dared to open was the meeting request from her onsite project manager Vivek Shetty, Ruchi dreads this man. Unable to control her curiosity she finally opened it. The content disgusted her. Vivek wants to fix a meeting at 9 pm India time.
All her plans went haywire with this one single mail. Today is her mom’s birthday and Ruchi wanted to go to her mom’s place to wish her. Vivek’s meeting usually lasts for more than 2 hours, so now the chance of making it to the party seems remote. She would have to abort that plan. She felt disgusted but has no time to sulk. She concentrated on her current task.
At 11am her outlook started reminding her of the impending meeting.
Ruchi was the last person to reach the meeting room. The graphics team were ready with their clarifications. The meeting ended at about12:30pm. Straight from the meeting room Ruchi headed to the coffee machine. She desperately needed a cuppa. She poured coffee and almost ran back to her workstation. On her way back she barely managed to say few customary hi-hello’s to her colleagues, all of whom were glued to their PC screens.
Ruchi started working on her remaining fixes. She wanted to be done with the fixes and start her new storyboard. Suddenly, her intercom started ringing. Naveena the Content Lead was on the other side of line. She asked very politely ‘ hey Ruchi, are you busy right now? Could you please come over for a minute? I just wanted to discuss the design template with you’. Ruchi wanted to say she was busy, but she did not want to upset her content lead. She obliged and went to meet the Lead. The discussion with Naveena exceeded much more than five minutes and when Ruchi finally came to her workstation it was 1:30pm.
Ruchi was feeling hungry but she had no time. There was too much to do and too little time. First she had to finish her SB, and then she had to work on the design template that Naveena gave her. She also needed to prepare for her meeting with Vivek.
The fixes and the design document were finally completed at 6:30 pm. She was already feeling exhausted. At last she got time to go to the cafeteria. Although she was hungry but she was not feeling like having anything. She finally opened the tiffin her mother had prepared early in the morning. It had roti and kumror chakka, a dish she loves. She occupied a corner seat and started eating.
In the meanwhile Urvashi and Geetha entered the cafeteria and finding Ruchi alone they joined her. After a hard day it was for the first time that Ruchi was relaxing a bit. But at the back of her mind, the meeting with Vivek was ringing hard. At 7pm she came back to her workstation, and finally started writing her new storyboard. She also quickly jotted down the agenda for the meeting with Vivek. At 8:30 pm she was done. She again went to the cafeteria to refresh herself before the gruelling meeting. At 9pm sharp Vivek was on the other side of the conference call. Randy the SME was also roped in. The meeting lasted for a gruelling 3 hrs.
At 12:30 Ruchi came back to her workstation. The office was almost empty, but many of the graphics team were still working. Ruchi asked them how long they are going to stay. They sadly replied that maybe the entire night.
After leaving office Ruchi called her mom. Ruchi said ‘happy birthday momma’. Her mom replied “thanks beta, but it is too early for my next birthday”. Tears rolled down Ruchi’s cheeks. Work has left no room for her dear ones.

To prepare this recipe you need Pumpkin and Pumpkin and Pumpkin.

500 gms Pumpkin
100 gms Chola(soaked overnight and boiled)
3 tbsp Cumin seeds
2 Red Chillies
2 Grenn chillies
1 tsp Turmeric powder
Mustard oil
Salt to taste

How to Prepare

Cut the pumpkin into small pieces. Roast 2 tbsp cumin seed and 2 red chillies and dry grind them into a fine powder. Keep aside.
Heat oil in a pan
Add remaining cumin seeds and green chillies.
When the seeds start spluttering add the pumpkin
Sauté for some time let it turn brown
Add turmeric and salt
Cover the pan and cook in medium heat
Once the pumpkin is soft and mushy add the chola
Cook for some time
Add the roasted cumin and chilli powder
Cook for some more time






Serve with hot rotis.Alternately you can also serve them with luchis. I remember my mother used to serve it with triangular paranthas or parotas (as we Bengalis pronounce them).



Sajjangarh Palace- Udaipur

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I first saw the glimpse of Sajjangarh Fort from the City Palace, Udaipur. The Fort could be seen on top of the hill behind Lake Pichola. It was early morning and I wanted to visit the palace immediately but our friendly auto rickshaw driver suggested that the best time to visit Sajjangarh Palace is during sunset.

View of Sajjangarh on top of the hill from Lake Pichola

The Sajjan Garh Palace, is a hilltop palatial residence in Udaipur overlooking the Lake Pichola. It is named as Sajjangarh after Maharana Sajjan Singh of the Mewar Dynasty, who built it in 1884. It offers a panoramic view of the city's lakes, palaces and surrounding countryside, besides, as our auto driver friend said, the palace provides a beautiful view of the sunset.

View of Udaipur City from Sajjangarh

The Sun-rays falling on the countryside during Sun set


It is said that the Maharana built it at the top of the hill to get a view of his ancestral home of Chittorgarh. The intention of Maharana Sajjan Singh, was to build a nine storey complex, basically as an astronomical centre and to keep track of the movement of monsoon clouds in the area surrounding the palace. As it was built basically to watch the monsoon clouds, it is popularly known as Monsoon Palace.

The Palace

Astronomy Centre at Sajjangarh Palace


The palace overlooks the Sajjangarh Wildlife Sanctuary, which is a reserve for reptiles, tigers, nilgai, sambhar, wild boars, hyenas, panthers, and jackals. It is also popular for bird watching. Previously owned by the Mewar royal family, it is now under the control of the Forest Department of the Government of Rajasthan and has been opened to the public recently.

The Monsoon Palace is 5 kilometres west of Udaipur. The palace can be accessed by a winding road through the surrounding Sajjangarh Wildlife Sanctuary by taxi or auto rickshaw. We took an auto till the base of the hill and from there we took a taxi to reach the top of the hill. Although auto rickshaws are willing to take you to the top my suggestion is better take a taxi/jeep as the winding road through forest is not safe for auto ride.


This Palace also has a Hollywood connection it was used in the 1983 James Bond film Octopussy as the residence of Kamal Khan, an exiled Afghan prince.



Udaipur Ropeway

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While visiting the City Palace we had the first glimpse of Udaipur Ropeway. Instantly we decided to take a ride. The ropeway plies between Deen Dayal Park near Lake Pichola and Karni Mata Mandir on top of Machchala Hill. Deen Dayal Park is located near the Doodh Talao. The ropeway plies from 9am-9pm. The view of the majestic Udaipur city from the ropeway is worth seeing.

Udaipur Ropeway



A bird's eye view of Udaipur from the Ropeway


From the top of Macchala hill the entire stretch of Udaipur is visible. On one side we saw the City Palace and Lake Pichola and on the other side we saw the railway station, Gulab Bagh and the main city where the common men and not the royalty lived.

Udaipur City Palace and Doodh Talao



Lake Pichola Hotel



Gulab Bagh and Udaipur Railway Station




The Karni Mata temple is a tiny temple on top of Macchala hill. The hilltop also has a haunted looking old fort. Karni Mata temple is famous for its white rodents. The temple is infested with mice and some of them are white in colour. The popular belief is that if one gets to see a white mouse then the person would be blessed with good fortune. Thankfully we sighted them without putting any effort.

The auspicious white rats in Karni Mata Temple

The abandoned Fort on top of Machchala Hill


16 December-Humanity was killed in Delhi and Peshawar

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16 December should be marked as the death anniversary of mankind.  This day marks two darkest crimes of modern times. 

Year 2012, Delhi

An innocent young girl had gone for a movie. While returning she boarded a bus with her friend. Inside that bus she and her friend were stripped beaten up, she was raped, kicked, slapped and as if this was not enough. Her rapist exhibited extreme level of sadism by inserting an iron rod inside her which ripped her intestine apart. Even that didn’t spark any sympathy in her tormentors. They threw her out of the bus naked and bleeding. She died after fiercely fighting for her life in a Singapore hospital few days later.

Year 2014, Peshawar

Innocent young children bid adieu to their mothers and went to school. Nobody had any idea that this was their final goodbye. Men entered their school with arms and shouting the name of God. These sons of God showed little mercy in killing those children. The mothers sent their children dressed in school uniform but received them back in coffins.

  
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