Thursday, August 30, 2007

Onam ashamsakal

Today:
After not be able to go to my uncle’s home this Onam, I had resigned to having the delicacies at mess today. But then daane daane pe likha hota hain khane wale ka naam. One of my fellow mallu classmates invited all the mallus for a traditional Onam sadya. The thought of it was enough to send me into frenzy but with great self control I managed a lady like behavior.
Since two out of the three readers of this blog will not be familiar with the reason-de-entre behind onam a small flashback to long, long ago…


Long, long ago:

Mahabali, was the grandson of Prahlad, the son of Hiranya Kashyapu who was slayed by Vishnu in his Narasimha Avatar. Mahabali's rule was considered as the golden era of Kerala.
The gods were very annoyed as Bali became the ruler of all the three worlds having defeated the Devas. The gods approached Vishnu and asked for his help to dethrone
Mahabali.Mahabali who was performing the sacrificial rite of Viswajith on the banks of Narmada River, declared that he would give anything that anyone sought from him during this Yagna. Vishnu, incarnated in the form of Vamana, a dwarf to defeat the Daityas
.
Mahabali went forth to receive the Brahmin boy with all traditional honours and gave him an eminent seat befitting the status of a holy person. Bali with the usual courtesy given to the people who come to ask for help told him Master! It is my good fortune that you have chosen to honour me with your presence. Whatever you desire, I am here ready to fulfill the same. Vamana
smiled and said: "You need not give me anything great. It is enough if you give me that extend of land covered by three footsteps of mine".
On hearing him, Bali's preceptor, Shukracharya a Daitya priest, who has vision of the future told Bali that the one, who had come to take alms from Bali was not an ordinary Brahmin but Lord Narayana Himself who had assumed this form. He advised Bali not to promise the lad anything. But Bali was a king who would never go back on his word. He told his Guru that he would never break his promise as it was a sin. Shukracharya insisted that he should not fulfil the demand of
Vamana
as he had come to deprive Bali of all his possessions.
Bali, however, was determined to honour the word given to
Vamana
, begged pardon of his Guru for disregarding his advice.
Saying so, he asked
Vamana to measure the three feet of land as desired by him. All attempts of Shukracharya to dissuade Bali from offering the land desired by Vamana
proved futile. Bali considered everyone who came to him as god himself and never refused anyone anything that they have asked.
Vamana grew in size until he towered above the heavens. With one foot, he measured all of the earth. With the other, he claimed all of the heaven. There was still one foot of territory that Bali owed him. Bali asked to place the final step on his head as the third step of land which Lord Vamana had asked for as alms. Vamana placed the third step on the head of Bali and suppressed him to Patala, the underworld. For the devotion of this Daitya Mahabali, Lord Vishnu (Vamana) granted him rule over Patala. Vamana aka Vishnu granted Bali the boon that he would hold the position of Indra for one Manvantara , thus fulfilling his devotee's desire ( the office of Indra being a rotating position , changing every Manvantara
) .
As a last wish
Mahabali was granted the permission to visit his subjects once a year. Thus, Keralites celebrate Onam festival to commemorate the memory of a Great King Mahabali
who would keep his promise.

Why the difficulty to contain excitement?
That would be because I get to eat this. Slurp…(wiping the drool..).this is what is contained in a traditional onam sadya.




Parippu : A thick
lentil dish eaten with rice, Papadum and ghee.
Sambar : A thick gravy made of lentils, tamarind, coconut, vegetables like drumsticks, tomato, etc., and flavored with asafoetida
.
Rasam : A watery dish made of tamarind, tomatoes, and spices like black pepper, asafoetida, coriander, chili pepper
, etc. It is very spicy in taste and aids in digestion.
Aviyal : Thick mixture of all vegetables, yogurt, and coconut. It is seasoned with coconut oil and curry leaves
. This dish is usually made of leftover vegetables.
Kaalan : Made of yogurt, coconut, and any one vegetable like "nendran" plantain or a tuber-like yam
. It is very thick and more sour than avial.
Olan : A preparation of pumpkin, coconut milk, and ginger seasoned with coconut
oil.
Koottukari
: One or two vegetables like banana and coconut with a hot and sweet taste.
Kichadi : Made of yogurt and cucumber in raw or cooked form.
Injipuli
: Curry made of ginger, tamarind, green chilies, and jaggery.
Thoran : A sauteed dish of vegetables like peas, green beans, raw jackfruit, carrots, or cabbage
with grated coconut.
Pickles (Achar) : Spicy pickled vegetables like mango, lemon, lime
, etc.
Pradhaman : a sweet dish in the form of a thick liquid. It is made with white
sugar or jaggery to which milk or coconut milk is added.



Today:
Day proceeds just fine. No embarrassments. No oops! I did it again moments. Time to leave. My friends’s dad says thanks us for the visit. And dgrail who has not opened my mouth the entire time gets excited and says nammalkalle thanks parazhande instead of nammal elle thanks parazhande. (translation you should thank us instead of we should thank you.)

Sunday, August 12, 2007

Kuch bhi nahi likh sakti....

This post is for all those who asked where d_grail had disappeared, if I have stopped writing or if my sense of humor has died. I have a block. Not a Lego block but a bloggers block.(pathetic attempt at humor, I know, I know) A classmate told me he was confused over 3 topics which to blog upon. Dil pe saanp rapatna took a whole new meaning.

Anyways since kuch bhi likh de yaar is the common refrain and to prevent the demise of this blog I have smartly (as always, applause) come with a review.

After ages (almost 2 months) and without a hutch offer I went to see a movie. Chak de India.Now I have seen quite a bit of “different” movies lately, but it has been some time when I have enjoyed a movie from beginning to end, laughing, applauding the characters.

There was no Amitabh Bachchan’s baritone, John “Abs”raham looks, no running around trees…to top it all it was a SRK movie, whose affiliation with Chopra khandaan has resulted in sappy outcomes at the best.

Loosely based on Mir Negi’s life, this would be SRK’s second best performance till date after Swades ka Mohan Bhargava, only because he slips into playing SRK in acouple of scenes. The girls are simply awesome. Whether is the hot headed sardarni, the jatni, the jharkhandis or the babe from Chandigarh. They slip into characters and make you want to root for their rag tag team. Go watch it and make it a hit.

I have always dealt with SRK movies with caution. DDLJ came when I was 12, it catered to all my school girl fantasies and I loved SRK. But then KKHH, K3G, KANK happened. Like their names, the movies were long winded, uninspiring, boringly sappy and mega hits. I soon crawled into the club “I avoid SRK movies esp if they have Yash associated with it”. Yes I belong to the club which pretends to have classy taste in cinema, dutifully watching the likes of Aapka Suroor for making fun purpose only. Yet few actors have taken the kind of risks with roles as SRK has or with the confidence SRK has. Whether it be at the beginning of his career or now. He is the only actor to steal Big B’s thunder, and that requires some taking. And to this day remains perhaps the only actor to switch from television success to movie stardom. No rumors of romps with heroines have touched him. If anything his claim of being the best has generated a storm. In a nation which doesn’t encourage either individualism or self esteem that was cardinal sin. And yet the man is Bollywood’s last superstar. I didn’t believe till I experienced the pin drop silence during the “sattar minute” speech.

There is moment in the movie where the girls attend a dinner in tri-coloured saris. As the hall erupted in applause, came the Australian babes in evening wear. I waited for even louder cheer, whistling or raunchy comments. It was a very vocal crowd I was watching with. None came. Today morning I was reading TOI which had an article about the CK-wearing, pasta-eating generation losing its Indianess. And yet I believe my generation is more Indian than any before it. We are the same stereotyped and fixed people our fathers were. The only difference, today we have choices they did not. I can only imagine with horror what it must have been to do your education aspiring for a sarkari job at the best. I can only imagine the long paperwork, the queues, the limits. I have the whole world waiting to embrace me. A sea of opportunities await me. I can test, I can experiment and I can choose. I am comfortable in a pair of trousers but I will not throw out my mothers sarees when I get them. No generation before me has been shaped by global event like I have been. So how can they judge? How can they compare? My generation has given a growth of 7-8%, it has the ability to challenge China, its moving ahead without the baggage of the past. All I can do is offer my condolences to the writers at part of being generation which was stifled and could not discover its potential.

Claiming to be the best is no longer a sin but a necessity.

You were my sun, you were my earth
but you didn't know all the ways I loved you, no
So you took a chance, made other plans
But I betcha you didn't think that they would come crashing down, no

-Justin Timberlake, Cry me a river