Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Comforted

With fever, cold, sore throat, cough and seemingly infected paranasal sinuses - when the usual illnesses have decided to go the whole nine yards, the stuff you choose to see around you changes a little bit. I realise after 3 years of being away from home, that I am not at home. Not in Chennai. I live in a far away land. And it cannot be mom who does the magic.

It is me who has to double up as is required. And so, I go back to my recipes label and pick out Painless Rasam.

I have had a tumultuous affair with rasam. So to say. I never did like it, once upon a time. And once upon a little time later, I was in love with it. And now, I do not have any strong feelings towards it. Except when the hot ghee and the spluttered mustard and jeera come in contact with the almost made rasam. At that instance, when the rasam is made, I am forever in love with the aroma. My tastebuds itching for some rasam saadham (rasam rice) and urulaikazhangu fry (the potato roast here).

It is the one thing that can comfort, where all else fails. And when you are ill, the urulakazhangu is not needed anymore. Just the rasam and nicely cooked rice will do. *Nicely* cooked (= easily mashable) wasn't how my microwave cooked rice is. Sad. But cooked.

So... many room-mates ago, I learnt a new way of making rasam. The Andhra style, or so my then-roomie said. I am tempted to call it the painless rasam, because, it is as effort-free a dish can be. Made it when I was sick-and-miles-away-from-mom for the first time. And it has been thus for every sick roomie and the self thus far.

2 table spoons of jeera (cumin) powder
2 table spoons of pepper powder (If you have a little extra pain tolerance, you can freshly dry roast and grind jeera and pepper - there is MUCH difference!)
Salt to taste
2 large tomatoes
1/2 spoon
tamarind paste - I used original tamarind today - the standard lemon sized ball soaked in hot water and squeezed out
1/4 teaspoon dhaniya (coriander) powder
1/2 spoon mom-made rasam powder (guessing any readymade brand should be fine)
Mix all these in the vessel in which you make your rasam. Leave it aside for an hour. Not on the stove yet.
 
After the passing of the hour, put the vessel on the stove and bring to a boil. Then simmer.

Heat ghee in a "thaalippu karandi" and splutter some jeera and mustard. Then a bunch of curry leaves. If you are fond of garlic, add a few mid-sized cloves which you have smashed and peeled, and let it roast in the ghee. Add a little pinch of asafoetida (hing). Add this to the simmering rasam. And give in to the pleasure of the making-life-worth-living aroma. And if you can wait longer, add a bunch of chopped coriander leaves too.

This mixed with rice, you are now ready to get all your clogged plumbing opened up!

Sunday, December 13, 2009

Do I know what suffering is?

A bit.

I've seen a lot of people suffering around me, they lack three meals a day, a roof, independence, a decent education and dreams. Things that are precious and vitally important for me. But for me, they are a given, and therefore I can take them for granted.
I have seen a lot of suffering from afar. And some up close. Very close.

But yes, I've only seen it around me.

A very tiny bit.

Personally, I have just had my 2 months of deprivation of excesses, when I was a poor graduate student who wasn't funded*. This, is not even suffering.

No. 

I know nothing about what suffering is.

Some will say. And I will agree sometimes.

But at other times I can't help but ask myself some questions and lean towards disagreement. Does one have to experience something to know what it is? What is empathy all about then? Can I not feel what another human feels, when I keep my eyes open and my emotions alive?

Yet another question for which I have no answer.


* I had to write this down to show that tremendous difference that I see between the experiences. Even though, placing this in a post about suffering could in itself be construed as an insult to every person who has ever endured the kinds of things I can only start to mention, it is not intended to be so.

Thursday, November 26, 2009

Can it ever be the same again???

Why do I think so much about the past when the future has so many things to offer?

Why do I find myself wanting to get back the things that I enjoyed so much in the past?

Will I ever get to see my friends the way they used to be?

Can I get back to the way I was?

The answer, clearly, is stupidity for the first two and a NO for the rest.

And yet, the mind refuses to let go...

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Then, my own :)

Wrote this during my undergrad years, inspired by nature and my own state at that time - my first and probably last venture into writing verse:

From Darkness

The mind was restless,
Thoughts uncomposed.
A dismal stage of my life
Seemed determined not to pass.
Everything suggested despair
My spirit seemed crushed.

Hoping to find light,
I looked up at the night sky.
Only to see nature appear as doleful as me.
Plunging all things in dark,
The moon went behind the clouds
And my forehead, into my palms.

A moment went by.
Driving away the dark,
Light filled up the night.
I looked up expectantly.
The moon was shining,
Its glory overruled all things morose.

Everything will pass.

Friday, November 20, 2009

And one more

In the mood for my favourite lines today... So, here is another one

தேடிச்சோறு நிதம் தின்று
பல சின்னஞ்சிறு கதைகள் பேசி
மனம் வாட துன்பம் மிக உழன்று
பிறர் வாட பல செயல்கள் செய்து
நரை கூடி கிழப்பருவம் எய்தி
கொடுங்கூற்றுக்கிரையாகி மாயும்
பல வேடிக்கை மனிதரை போல
நானும் வீழ்வேனென்று நினைத்தாயோ
-பாரதி

And I attempted a translation of this verse. Did I really think I could translate Bharathi?! No! But I thought I would give it a sincere try. And it was hard indeed! So with due apologies, in my own space, will live my translation of these powerful lines.

Like these amusing people,

Who seek their daily rice and dose of rumor;
Are hurtful and themselves suffer;
Age and grey doing nothing but

And then fall prey
To spiteful words spoken of them
After passing their length of time,

Did you imagine that I too would fail?

A few of my favourite lines...


When the spirit rises and commands
The gods are willing to obey!
- Ella Wheeler

And this:
The heights by great men reached and kept
Were not attained by sudden flight
They, while their companions slept
Were toiling upwards in the night
- Wordsworth

And this:
Live like you were to die tomorrow;
Learn like you were to live forever
- Gandhi

How some things enthuse me!!

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Leave Behind Beauty or Leave Nothing Behind

I'm very fond of one simple philosophy. "Everyplace you go, everything you use, when you leave, leave it as it were untouched if not bettered". I try my best to live up to it.

From cleaning up the kitchen after you are done, heading to "As a courtesy to the next passenger, may we suggest you wipe the sink?", cleaning the comb and the fallen hair on the floor. Doesn't take ten seconds after each use, but paves the way to living in clean, pleasant homes.

To things like leaving camp grounds without a human trace, leaving nature pristine to posterity. Things have been done and advances made. Some very beautiful - mankind has indeed bettered some things! But there are some messy things that we have done that will disgust the next users of our planet, if we do not clean up after ourselves.

I promise, I'll clean up after myself. I'm no artist to make ordinary things beautiful, but let me, at the least, not make matters worse.