And the Lord watches ....

My friend Deepak Amembal posts interesting pictures from around the city, and this one was posted during the ongoing Ganesh festival.

A contrast on the streets of Mumbai.

Hordes of youth, in some kind of representative tshirts, jeans and shoes , who sit idly on walls,  having spent an entire morning dancing wildly ,  with contortions  to some disgusting filmy electronic loud music which has nothing to do with the Lord; the group sponsored by some big political person.

And a lady worker, busy lugging her voluminous load around, carrying all of societies dirt and left overs  to some dump, so that the Lord may be welcomed somewhere in a cleaner environment.  Beast of burden, she recycles the plastic and paper waste from trash, by lugging it someplace to sell it.  Her work is her worship of the Lord. And she does her work impervious to the crass celebrations around her.

Both get paid.  That is the strangest thing.

Some,
think they serve the Lord,
in Tshirts bearing HIS name ,
jeans and shoes,
whiling away time on walls
when they are
not twisting their bodies
in tune
to some disgusting song;
perhaps they get paid.

And some,
regardless of the Day,
always serve the Lord,
by being dedicated to
their daily work,
transporting the trash
of society to dumps.
The Lord must be made welcome
in a clean place.
And perhaps, she gets paid too.

It is clear who the Lord prefers.

The Bhakri Star

If there was a field called Food  Art (and if there is one, I am not aware ), my friend Swapneel Prabhu from the "Angat Pangat : Rediscovering Traditional Maharashtrian Cuisine" Group on Facebook , would probably be on the teaching faculty.

After a successful effort at making Bhakri under his Mom's guidance,  it translated into him designing what he calls a Tapas platter comprising of, in his words,  Jwarichi/Jondhlyachi (Sorghum) Bhakri.
Bajrichi (Pearl Millet) Bhakri, Nachnichi (Finger Millet) Bhakri, Shepu Thecha (A hand pounded pesto-like mix of lightly charred green chillies ,garlic and   some dill for a fragrant burst and finished  with a generous squeeze of lime). This turned out to be the pièce de résistance of the meal.
Then a Metkut Gojju (is there a Marathi name for this Metkut and curd preparation?), Limbaacha Loncha (sweet-sour-spicy lime pickle), Loni (White Butter)  and  Gul (Jaggery).

And finally some white onion. 

Dont know about the Tapas, but this has to be the most  studded  bhakri star to have been sighted in recent times.

How come ? Read on .   First in the language of the Bhakri, and then, in the language of the Queen !

आंबाविरहित आंब्याची डाळ , म्हणे हमस , आणि आमच्या सुशीलाची आठवण काढत सूशी सुशी म्हणत कशात कशात गुंडाळलेले भात प्रकार ... आपल्याकडील समृद्ध खाद्यसंस्कृती आणि हे काय " असा कोणीतरी म्हटलं आणि अचानक भाजलेली भाकरी पापुद्र्याचा  आ वासून बघतच राहिली.... एक गडद निळ्या, नव्हे, जवळ जवळ काळ्याच प्लेट वर ज्वारी, बाजरी आणि नाचणी भाकरी तुकड्यांनी धरलेला चांदण्यातला फेर , मध्यभागी दह्याच्या प्रेमात आकंठ बुडलेले मेतकूट , आणि बाजूनी चमकत चमकत लसणा वर जळणाऱ्या मिरच्यांचा थोड्या शेपूंना सहन करत ठेचा , आपले थंड व्यक्तिमत्व पाझळत भारदस्त लोणी , खाराच्या आहारी गेलेले लिंबू आणि ठामपणे आपला कडकपणा दाखवत गूळ . भाकर्याना काहीतरी राहून गेलाय असं वाटलं आणि तेवढ्यात युद्धावरून विजयी, पण खर्या योध्याच्या खुणा दाखवत हाताने फोडलेला सफेद कांदा , विश्रांतीला हजर . 'टपस ' वगैरे माहित नाही , पण तपास करून सुद्धा इतके सुंदर चांदणी सापडायची नाही .

The age old Amba Dal with sour overtures of kairi now being bossed over by Hummus, the beauteous Susheela, being made fun of by rice wraps masquerading as Sushi. "What has our traditional food culture been reduced to?" a sudden overheard comment, and a Bhakri, unbelieving, sits gaping, its layers wide open and steaming... Then the appearance of a dark black china plate , and strips of jowar, bajra and ragi bhakris in star formation, twinkling at the metkut in the centre in raptures over a welcoming dahi; a chilly burning in rage at the garlics paying attention to the dill; an old style butter playing "exclusive" in the midst of the newbies; a lemon, winking at being amidst all the flowing spices, and in direct challenge to the tough acting butter, a stodgy piece of jaggery, old style sweetness. The bhakri star, searching for the X-factor, and suddenly rejoicing at the arrival of a white onion, nursing its wounds, having been smashed by a greedy human fist. They all shine together in tasty culinary support of the bhakris. You wouldn't find search a star if you searched for it anywhere in the world.....!

The best quilt in the Universe!!!!!

My friend Peggy Pearl Zambory from Minneapolis, is a prolific published blogger , and recently put up a post on FB , showing a lovely quilt her mother-in-law made and gifted her . (My mother-in-law had gifted us one too, like 42 years ago. ; i guess all nice folks get gifted quilts ! ....)

Somehow the pattern of the quilt, and the  choice of color, , brought to my mind, some issues, that are actually burning issues of the day , in these troubled times. 

It also told me how we should treasure the quilts we have !

The dark grey of winter,
the spring of red flowers,
amidst the green,
the peacocks and birds of summer,
all mixed up
supporting each other firmly,
connected so well by lines,
and forming a protective cover
for silk cotton newborn fibres
mixing with some fun foam.

The quilt is a need
for all seasons
and older Moms realize that;
at a time
when some "elders",
having never experienced
the beauty of unity,
try to cut up the squares
and divide the pieces
on the basis of color.