Sunday, December 23, 2012

Veg Pulav

Soya Nuggets, Capsicum, Ginger, Beans, Carrots, Tomato, Paneer, Peas, Chillies
Yummy Pulav with Ginger Dalcha
Can plain rice have fragrance? I relished the aroma of plain rice in the lush green paddy fields of thirunelvelli during a Thiruchendur Senthil Gurunathan darshan trip. Needless to speak about flavoured Basmati rice. The only thing missing was nuts - cashnew and almonds. Stomach was full, yet could not help taking one last spoon, so many times. Mom too did the same.

Every time is a learning, realized that I need to add capsicum, carrots towards the end, so that the colours don't change. I like the vegetables, soft yet crunchy, mom likes the vegetables to dissolve in her mouth without having to chew. I like them, fried in ghee, mom needs oil not more than 1-2 spoons. Balancing act !

 Starters

There was a March 30 doctor who told me that the reason, why people in weddings give sweets first is so that guests consume less food. The ayurvedic explanation is that when we start with desserts when the agni is high, it gets easily digested and absorbed and gives the least side effects. Plain wheat flour and jaggery fried in ghee and flavoured with ellaichi and scooped with round spoons, while still hot. With carrots, sauted. 2 minutes delicious desserts. I typically start with sweets and keep one last bite to have at the end.

Plain Wheat flour, Jaggery, Ellaichi, Carrot Slices sauted in Ghee

  
A month earlier
Aval Payasam, Laddoo, Ponnakanni keerai, Maanga thokku, Raita, Rice and Veg Pulav with soya nuggets

7 months later
Vellam kadalai parappu Poli, Kothamalli Paneer Pulav, Rice, Dalcha, Rasam, Curd

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Buddh - Few Questions and Partial Answers

Am jumping with joy. Few of my question nagging me from last weekend have been answered that I can’t sleep now. I was doing a pattern analysis on 83 kundlis over the weekend.

Background

My colleague’s father died this evening. I read Deccan Herald’s center page article on the young Railway engineer being charred to death and his old father searching for him without knowing that (after being separated due to son's out of caste girl's choice). In spite of my sister asking me to watch Talaash over the weekend, especially, since I had not been sleeping since Friday, I watched the movie till 12 am. Admire the levels of human perception, discernment that a Piscean can portray. Thanks to him in 3 idiots, I learnt to really let go of CGPA and learn instead and only when I did that, my CGPAs astonished me. Wish Aamir shot his movie in the campus in the 1st year itself. And to join the dots, I listened to katha Upanishad on Dharma Chariot.

My questions

Out of 12 houses available, why does mercury stick around sun? Why does mercury’s mentalizing  domain be only in the 3rd house from its position? Like in the dystopian 1984, what lessons do these repeating thought patterns intend to teach us?

What causes birth and death at specific timings? When does the soul decide to be born and when does it decide to leave? What causes birth and death? Ok am not talking about the soul in gita of chapter 2, which says, souls have no death or birth; my question is about births and deaths in family, all around us.

Why does Buddh get exalted in the 6th house? What is the relation between  our repetitive thoughts (buddhi) and the 6th house of debt, enemies and diseases and that of 8th house of death?  Is soul one or many? Why does the son of a religious father who goes beyond the family to help the society have rahu in his 7th house? Why is Ram, Dasharath’s son? Why is a teacher’s son a fool and a police’s son a thief? Of course, the opposite holds true as well. In some cases, traditions get passed on to progenies, in others it gets grossly violated.

If people around, all relations, mirror our own thoughts – how much is the 23 year old girl who got gang-raped in a moving bus, or the wife whose husband threw acid on her face, responsible for the trauma inflicted on her? Since thoughts turn into words which in turn become deeds - is there something,  that could have been done at the thought level by the women to stop such acts? To stop attracting lust, to stop attracting violence and all the vices that plague humanity? I have experienced the power of positive thoughts – call it prayers or petitions above– they do work. The key is in sustaining the positive momentum.

 My Partial Answers

As to why Mercury- (thoughts) is so closely associated with Sun or just before or after. Answer was in Katha Upanishad.
ātmānaṁ rathinaṁ viddhi śarīraṁ rathameva tu |
buddhiṁ tu sārathiṁ viddhi manaḥ pragrahameva ca || 3||
 Know the Atman as the Lord of the chariot, the body as the chariot; know the intellect as the charioteer and the mind again as the reins. (I.3.3)

indriyāṇi hayānāhurviṣayāṁ steṣu gocarān |
ātmendriyamanoyuktaṁ bhoktetyāhurmanīṣiṇaḥ || 4||
They say, the senses are the horses and their objects are the roads; the Atman, the senses and the mind united, the wise call the enjoyer.(I.3.4)

2 souls made 2 exits and 1 entry within a short span of 2-3 months, which still haunts me even after 3 years. It appears in my dreams so vividly – in various states, and as my mind would choose it, the gory details replay time and again even during my waking hours. Why do some people pour out thus to me – the answer was re-found in Talaash. Wandering souls with similar mindset associating themselves with the human pain.  Birds of a feather flock together.

Elders say, you should not cry in bed, yet I could not help crying, thinking, I was not there for any of those souls when they died. I never did proper shraadh for any of them at an individual level, I just let the family take care of it. They don’t disturb the family folks, but I even got slapped by my dead grandmom in my dream , these souls haunt my dreams.  The answer is in our thoughts.

Afterthought
 
View 1
But you see, there is nothing about you that you can get rid of. The energy that you expend to ‘get rid of’ something actually draws it to you. That is what occurs when you are afraid of something. There is so much energy expended in the fear that the universe says, “Oh, good…this is lots of energy here…we’ll push some more this way.”  You see how it works?  - Ptaah

View 2

It is an unlimited force; your power to think is inexhaustible, yet there is not one in a thousand who may be fully aware of the possibilities of his thought power. We are mere babes in handling it. As we grow in understanding and in the right use of thought, we will learn to banish our ills, to establish good in every form we may desire. It is our power to think that determines our state of living. As one is able to think, he generates a power that travels far and near, and this power sets up a radiation which becomes individual as he determines it. Our thoughts affect our welfare, and often affect others we think of. The kind of thoughts we register on our memories or habitually think attracts the same kind of conditions. - source

Hope to internalize these 2 verses to get the remaining answers. Sarvam SriKrishnaarpanamasthu

Sunday, December 2, 2012

Tuberose Rajnigandha

We decided to meet near Oasis Mall. As usual, i make it  a point to try a new fragrance in these malls. I like floral not fruity fragrances. This time, i tried YSL. No matter what, nothing can be more soothing than Sandalwood, jasmine and rose, shenbagam essentials. Few weeks ago, i was reading about Anahatha chakra and on an impulse dialled Justdial to check the rates of essential oils. Was flabbergasted, 1 kg Sandalwood powder was 60k. 10 ml sandalwood and jasmine was Rs.1750 something. I decided, i would rather buy a rose for Rs.10 a day. Jasmines and Nandhiyavattais, wish all over the world, fragrant flowers were planted. Back in college, the only thing that stopped me from tonsuring my head was my love for adorning jasmine flowers. Like a school kid, i would pin jasmine strands to my boy cut hair inside home. 2.5 hours and tatas later, I almost walked past the bouquet shop, when this Saugandharaja fragrance stopped me. The smell was not near the flower, but 1-2 feet away from the bouquet shop.

Tuberose
Reminded me of Palace Guttahalli days, when i would go to KR Market, buy 1 kg of Sampangi flowers. A kg used to be 30-60 Rupees then. There was one large Venkatachalapathi photo in the hall, and i would make a garland with sampangi flowers. 1 kg was too much for swami and i would put the remaining garland of the flowers near the window, door and near the bed, so that i could savour its smell, till the flowers died 2 days later. Victorian funeral flower wiki says. Whatever, Sampangi is a fragrance to die for.

I would make do with whatever little was available and make our home look grand. Neighbours would often say, even the bare things looked inviting when i was at home. Dad let me buy that RD's heavy weight interior decoration book. Vanity, thy name is ss folks would say back home. Afternoon colourful juices had to be served in glass tumblers, with levels matching to perfection, arranged symmetrically on the tray. Even if there was no sugar for coffee, sukku malli kaapi with jaggery would be served shining in its amber glory. Milk had to be in silver tumbler flavoured with ellaichi for night. Honey with silver spoon. I would spend half an hour grinding sandalwood paste for bathing, which periyamma would have kept for God.

Ears can be abused, so can eyes, but nose is perhaps the best when it comes to sensory adaptation. I don't use coffee beans to smell multiple fragrances. I just let 1 fragrance linger in my mind for a while.

Reminded me of Nachiketa responding to Yama in Katha Upanishad. Yama entices Nachiketa with chariots, apsaras, song and dance, instead of responding to the question - what happens to life after death.
श्वोभावा मर्त्यस्य यदन्तकैतत्   सर्वेंद्रियाणाम्  जरयंति तेजः
अपि  सर्वं जीवितमल्पमेव तवैव  वाहास्तव नृत्यगीते ||26||
All things have no tomorrow (ephemeral), they make all the senses lose their vigour. Even the longest life is short. You keep your chariots music and dance to yourself. 

Amazing Nachiketa.

I simply love listening to Swami Sarveshanandha. He compared Kumbipaka naraka to our Indian cooking of mollaga bajji and baigan bartha. Heaven and Hell are very much here. Yet so difficult to go beyond likes and dislikes. Need to. As my mentor says, this world is a beautiful place. Just enjoy it as it is.

Saturday, November 24, 2012

Courage = Patience???

श्रेयश्च प्रेयश्च मनुष्यमेतः तौ सम्परीत्य विविनक्ति धीरः |
श्रेयो हि धीरोभी प्रेयसो वृणीते प्रेयो मन्दो  योगक्षेमाद्वृनीते  || २ ||
śreyaśca preyaśca manuṣyametaḥ tau samparītya vivinakti dhīraḥ |
śreyo hi dhīro'bhi preyaso vṛṇīte preyo mando yogakśemādvṛṇīte || 2||

The good and the pleasant take hold of man; the wise man
examines and distinguishes them.The wise man prefers the
good (sreyas) to the pleasant,but the ignorant man chooses
the pleasant (preyas) for the sake of the body.(I.2.2) source

How it Started?

There are many mornings, when I lie wide awake on the bed, trying to make sense of my vivid dream. I was up around 3:30 am. So when am unable to go back to sleep, I keep the speaker close to my ears to continue listening to bhasyas. My ears hurt with headset, with speakers at the lowest volume, it does not hurt. Incidentally what was playing then was Katha Upanisad, second valli, second mantra, explanation by Swami Sarveshananda downloaded from internet.

Something has changed. I no longer step outside home to go to temples. I abhor the crowd in any temple or satsang, justified after stampede deaths.  I go to temples only when I have lost the focus of God within. The teacher’s explanation for courage – dhīro in the above verse made me look back at lives of a section of women in the previous generation. I wonder how domestic violence got linked to courage of the shloka early morning, instead of doing my ablutions and yog and pranayama, I was keying this on bed. I had read articles on domestic violence at least 3 years ago.  Now am wondering, perhaps could be because, with lagnesha mangal in anusham, and kanya-shukra, i get mired as witness to situations which angels dread.

Some lives...
For instance, I saw a chart where the lady with a full time job, had mangal in her 7th house with unfavourable dristis as well. After 3 years of courtship and marriage thereafter, as predicted, she was subjected to domestic violence, to the extent of hospitalization after bones being fractured, blood flowing across the rooms of the floor, locks of hair being individually plucked out. Her husband would torture her even before he stepped inside the home, starting to hurt her even as he parked his vehicle, still the wife would serve him food after that.  She would not shed a drop of tear or beg for stopping the violence for she had an ascendant in simha maham. This would make him hurt her more.
The classical Linda Goodman case of 2 cardinal pairs  - an overbearing Cancerian husband and a submissive leonine wife. She bore it. For 30+ years, the recalcitrant husband beat her black and blue till he died, still she brought up his children and took care of him when he was down and financially helped his relatives.

Again, there was this June 5th housewife with an Oct 10th husband. She would say, she hurt herself against the bathroom pipe, even though the whole neighbourhood knew it was her husband who made her face swollen.

Yet again, these Uriah Heepish uncles/helps are people i feel like running away from. They call you Chinnamma, bend backwards with needless service. Yet mercilessly throw acids on their wives after 23 years of marriage. The domestic help and her husband were helping this family for more than 10 years. Wonder, what did he hope to achieve, what problem he hoped to solve, by throwing toilet cleaning acid on his wife's face. Another, carpenter uncle, beat his wife black and blue with a wooden log, that she decided to starve to death in her native place after 20+ years of marriage. The fact was after few months, she decided to live back with the very same guy who had clubbed her to near death. Mars - 30% of charts are adversarial for that matter.  After 3 decades of living together, one thing everyone craves is for peace within as one nears death. In 50s to be subjected to violence, the very same soul who pursued future wife against the world! - human love or whatever is ephemeral, function of time-space and associated planetary combinations.

Earlier I was furious with the patience of such women. One act of violence against my physical body, I would not have rested unless, the person was tortured and hacked to a thousand pieces. Why did they bear it and let it continue? Only in provoked or similar movies, the effect lasts for a few hours, in reality, the emotional scars of domestic violence, persist over lifetimes, at times, get passed on to progenies as well. Hitler is a well known effect.

I felt when in the present generation, a Dec 25, a Feb 10 and another May 8th walked out of domestic violence to live a separated life with their daughters, it was a wise decision. One lady was a manager, another was a director. A no father was better than a wife beating father. Quarreling parents are better than being abandoned to beg on streets as orphans. Of course, for a section of society, this very situation would not make any sense. Guys would enquire incredulously; do men really raise their hand to beat their loved ones?

Courage and Patience
The explanation Swamiji gave for courage was patience coupled with clarity. Without clarity, it became tolerance leading to frustration. The courageous lower middle class women in the previous generation – some well educated for their generation and working, bore these brutal acts of their husbands, with a long term focus on the conviction on the sanctity of marriage, family and companionship. The kind of inner courage of the women required for such supreme patience with long term focus is Himalayan.

What is courage, am still wondering - fighting back for immediate gratification of revenge or maintain calm and patience, letting the act of physical violence take its own course on the inflictor. Every action has an equal and opposite reaction. The first time our physics sir, asked what is the immediate reaction when you slap someone, one Sep 16 classmate said, there will be an equal pain in the hand that slapped.

Swallowing my anguish, i would try listening to these wife beaters, trying to understand their point of view. Super sensitive souls tormented by one single word of their wives, which they run in loop for years, financial distress associated with their in-competencies which they conveniently blame on wife, few cases, linking it to imagined adultery of their wives, because of their own adulterous inclinations, invariably linked to alcoholism. They want to change their wives for better it seems by inflicting violence on them. There was one chart which supports the view that wife's strong karma sthana has implications for the husband's career as well.

So is this it?
Many say that what the partner does is actually a direct projection of one's own expectations and memories. Their behaviors are mirror projections of one's own beliefs. Does it mean, that the beaten wife actually believes or projects, she would be beaten up or that her husband would disfigure her face by throwing acid? Partner is what the self would eventually be in next life, an extension of self according to this.

If man and woman were to join thinking about the shukra (bhoga, comforts, riches, wealth etc) the partner would provide, then violence (mars), slavery (saturn), ego annihilation (sun), and adultery (rahu) guess, everything else will come into picture. Managing expectations!

In panchatantra, there was this story of husband and wife. A husband, who abandons the wife after stealing her jewels twice. The wife trusted the husband - Once is understandable. Twice is stupid. 30+ years of patience – is it courage or foolishness? If this is courage, I don’t want to understand this kind of courage.

True divine love is what unites us all, sustains us all. A love not conditional on the physical attractiveness, sensuality, riches, wealth and comfort, bhoga and all good things that Shukra promises in physical relationships. This helped. Especially the lines "if you act from divine love you will be cheerful, happy and connected; if you act from base self-interest you will feel angry, isolated and unloved." Need some more time for neutrality, a much lampooned Panglossian trust (yogakshemam vahamyaham), to stop blaming and reacting.Whatever, let my mind think about Goodness and God alone every second, so that I don’t occupy myself with oppressor and victim concept and go beyond whining. Everything unto you God! Peace!

Monday, November 12, 2012

Vaazhai Poo - Murungai Keerai More Kootu

Vaazhaipoo and Murangai keerai

Semiya Payasam, Mor kootu, Radish Sambar, Curd, Maanga thokku, Mixture

Wanted to make vaazhaipoo murungai keerai vadas. That is our favourite, but didn't want to waste oil. Wanted to make vaazhaipoo murungai keerai poriyal, but the buttermilk i added to prevent the plantain flowers from turning black, was left and also, sambar's excess dal, and excess coconut paste was also there, so ended up with kootu.

Health benefits of Vaazhaipoo - this


Who does not love eating on banana leaves - the distinct fragrance of steaming rice on banana leaf is simply divine. When we buy banana leaves from outside it is fine. But when it comes to cutting the verdant leaves from our own backyard, it hurts. We planted them as tiny baby saplings, saw them sport their first tender leaves, saw them grow up and gradually blossom into lush green teenagers and now no one minds mercilessly hacking them and eating on them.

Well anyway, it is a eat or be eaten world. I wonder, how kechari mudra helps one to avoid eating.

Omavalli - Pashanbhedi once more

Stone breaking (paashanbhedi) Omavalli
Idlies, Omavalli chutney, Tomato kurma

Omavalli leaves omam & milagai bajji with black salt

It was different, a bit hot. I didn't add any tamarind, still a bit tangy. And all that i had added was ginger, coconut and 2 chillies to omavalli. I would not have been able to eat it alone with idlis, but with plain tomato kurma, it went well. I polished off the chutney with 4 idlies.

Added Omavalli leaves to Sukku malli kaapi for my brother. If a swathi says ok, i guess, it should be ok.


Health benefits:
1. this
2. wiki
3. this

Sunday, November 11, 2012

Indravalli - Mudakathan Keerai - Cardiospermum halicacabum



Indravalli

Kothumai Kambu Mudakathan Dosa with Tomato Chutney

Mudakathan Parantha with tomato chutney during dusshera holidays
Mudakathan Chappathi, Mudakathan Keerai Rasam along with Kesari, Sweet pongal

For health benefits
Uzinja
Kakadani
Cardiospermum halicacabum
All I know is that it is good for bones and joints. Replayed the scene three-four times in Masala Cafe aka kalakalapu where the thaatha relates "unave marunthu marunthe unavu" dialogue. And thereon, roadside-wildly growing mudakathan keerai entered kitchen.

I was craving for solitude. And it so happened, that the bus was late and mom had left for office. I stopped as usual under the maramalli trees to savour the fragrance for few moments and dragged the samsonite, opened the door and let myself inside home. With no one to receive me, all by myself, just the way I had wanted, somehow, it felt strange for the first hour especially after being around so many junta all the while.

Mom would never put these moth balls inside cupboards. I opened my cupboard, it was just the way, I had left it four months ago. My tshirt was mouldy, luckily, the peacock green kanchivaram had escaped.

Mom had not prepared breakfast. She had kept dosa batter outside and bittergourd curry and rice. Around 10 am, after deciding not to do yoga or pranayama, I opened fridge and figured out there was this mudakathan (indravalli keerai) and tomatoes. After 1 minute in mixie, this becomes a green glue which is more bitter than bitter gourd. But with dosa, it is yum.

Typically, I experiment with dosa mix, of course all time staple is rice/black gram. With my lazy bones, crisp ready to mix Kambu (bajra) dosas, ragi dosas, rava dosa variations or with mixie - kollu dosas or pesarattus were my life savers outside home. For this dosa, mom had already kept kambu and wheat mixed together. And Kambu kothumai mudakathan keerai dosa came out real crisp. After preparing the first dosa, I kept the next one on low flame on the stove and when I return to kitchen after eating my first dosa, I had the next crisp dosa ready. Of course, it involves 2 trips to kitchen, but it’s worth it. Was too lazy to open the back door to keep something for the birds. Ate and slept. Oh! these sleeper berths.

Saturday, October 27, 2012

A beautiful Day

Certain things never cease to warm your heart. Like paruppu saadam mixed with melting ghee, a dreamless slumber that overtakes you post lunch, in spite of full glaring lights and loud audio lectures playing in VLC at full volume and a glorious twilight to greet you as you wake up.  When I woke up I was lecture 13 of oyc; each lecture lasting an average of 45 minutes.

I was so captivated by the mesmerizing sunset that I didn’t notice the slippery moss on the terrace where folks wash the clothes and came to a halt after a split second break dance. My constant prayer is, my lumbar vertebrae L3 with its protruding malunion should hold me steady till I die. Only for others, asking - how do you start your day to Sholay’s Thakur is a joke. God I missed chakrasana and surya namaskars for my spinal cord this morning, to eat hot paper roasts. At least, tomorrow, I should exercise my spinal cord.

So with breezy iyalvaahi (Peltophorum ferrugineum)  and flamboyant patadi – fountain tree with hot coal red flowers bordering the horizon, I savoured the crimson red sunset to hearts content, doing anulom vilom for few minutes with birds chirping in the background on a tower. Next time, I need to observe if they were plain bulbuls or cinereous tits, warblers or babblers. And I washed a bucketful of clothes in the divine trayodashi moonlight, not realizing that the plastic cover I had, to protect my palm skin from peeling off due to rin soap had a hole. Yay! only 17 more days for Deepawali amavasya. 2 more weeks to go home.

Am glad, cheenu goes home every other week. Mom would have company and I won’t feel bad, she is all alone. It is a beautiful world. Back to Russell now. Am still reading Russell, which I was supposed to have returned on Sep 14, 2011. Hope secretariat library does not fine Chithi too much. But shodashamshas are pulling me to its side. Hope i get someone to help me understand navamsha, trimshamsa and dvadashamsha. But what exactly is birth time. Kaal is so intriguing.

In 2008, i was a travel freak. Now, even if someone repeated asks to me join them, am too lazy to travel. Too lazy to get up and answer the door, too lazy to stretch my hands and attend phone calls. And after June Taj Mahal trip with mom, realized need to shelve off traveling forever. The 2 new moles on my sole indicates paying off foreign debts. Till am forced to, i would rather stay in the world of books, content with the steady sky above and terra firma below. Who said am locked in my room, and that am not travelling. Am rather we are all, travelling at the speed of 30Km per second. If i travelled at earth's orbital speed, i could reach my home in trichy in 11 seconds. this unmoved yet fast moving space travel is always a puzzle.

Thursday, October 25, 2012

World without Money

This morning, I found I had exactly Rs 40 in my purse. My card didn’t work in ATM and I spent the last 40 on my afternoon meals. So I was without a penny in my purse. And I missed my 9 pm cab and I didn’t want to wait till 10 pm for the next cab. With hunger gnawing, I wouldn’t have been able to work as well. Sonyworld signal and office hardly takes 10-15 minutes in cab. I decided to walk braving myself against pollution, Bangalore stench and stalkers, unmindful of the heavy laptop.

I was thinking whether to walk with Krishna on my mind or talk to my sister. I decided to talk to my sister when I walked on platform and think Krishna when I walked on road. I told my sister about impending Rahu Shani yuti in December, rahu surya yuti leading to Jefferson-Hemings affair and power tariff scenario - coal blocks misallocation -  SEB losses discoms, politics from this mornings Economic Times, to explain 14 hour power cuts in Sriperumbudur.

After 25 minutes, 2 policemen flagged me down, asking me to board an auto instead of walking near Ejipura signal. I told them, my purse was empty. I could have easily got a lift, but today I was no mood to take lift. I could have borrowed, but a ruchaka ought not to borrow said lal kitab. Besides, I wanted to exhaust myself physically, so that I could have a dreamless sleep at least once. My friend had been a victim of stray ricocheted bullet which got embedded deep inside her butt, at Ejipura signal. Since both of us had kalasarpa thing, I was quite apprehensive about walking around army area.

After some time, I saw her rather him. She was quite dark and wore a dark purple sari with silver border, quite dandy with cheap zari work. She kept on removing her sari, exposing her bony cleavage showing her posterior to the speeding vehicles. She was so malnourished. My annanagar experience with eunuchs made me consider walking on road risking being hit by speeding vehicles, rather walking in close proximity to an eunuch. There, a bunch of 4-5 eunuchs, again very very poor, skinny, dressed in rags, demanded money. Thanks to metro construction, which made the road to hostel one way from rountana, I had to walk. That time, I had a 100 in my purse but I didn’t want to give away the last and only note when the eunuchs demanded. I turned back and started walking the reverse direction to escape the eunuchs. One kept her hand on my head. She said, I don’t have to change direction and she put her hands on my back and pushed me. I felt so nauseated with their touch that I skipped my dinner and was sleepless in blind fury. There is a kural 1059 which is so similar to Sartre on generousity. And there is kural which describes the agony of saying no to a beggar.

Perhaps, Bangalore, road side call eunuchs are demure ones unlike Chennai eunuchs. She moved aside to the extreme edge of the platform near the thicket and so I didn’t have to step down on the road. I passed her with fervent Krishna Krishna on my lips. A little beyond an auto was parked and the same two police men were waiting. I was reassured to see the police men near the auto. Besides I had reached Ejipura signal and my only demon left to fight was stinking sewage near Oasis Mall. I reached PG, had 2 rotis with kabuli channa and drank my ellaichi flavoured jaggery milk in silver tumbler.

Suddenly, my heart went out to the lady in purple sari. Destitute, starving, skinny. Forced to do what not to fill her stomach. During a Mangalore trip, I saw a policeman mercilessly lathi charging a woman in Majestic and then I realized she was a call girl. There are these ethereal transgender dancers, exotic escorts and entertainers and there are these deprived eunuchs. My interaction with a sociology student Ashwini, made me understand the world of eunuchs from a bio technological perspective. Her project also involved studying eunuchs genetically using blood samples tested in Sri Ramachandra hospital. Ashwini never used euphemisms and her blatant graphic descriptions of customs of eunuchs made me cry that night. It is very rare that eunuchs become accomplished bharatnatyam dancers or materially successful. For the majority, it is a life time of identity crisis. Self has no gender.

If I were ever without money, considering how profligate Librans typically are, in my old age, I would do a jain sallekhana, rather than being dependent on mortal beings for material comforts. I can reflect and just meditate to death. But to starve by choice is quite different from being forced to starve. God bless this universe with love, peace and happiness, especially my eunuch brothers and sisters. Sarvam Shrikrishnarpanamastu

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Why does it happen to me only di?

Chandana is my PG caretaker’s  seven years old cute daughter.  Since I spend hours reading newspaper after breakfast, she is used to me perhaps. This morning, I was reading Hindu, when she came near and started, stomping her foot. She said, 'Why does it happen to me only akka?' in her adorable telgu englishu. What to do she chided herself, as if, she was forced to lift the whole world on her tiny shoulders.

So I asked her what happened and she said about her packing woes. She had packed 4 bags and she could not find any space to keep the exam pad in any of her four bags. She was going to Nellore -  her maternal grandparents’ home. So I asked her why she might need exam pad during 10 days holidays. She said some assignment with papers.

She is so lovely. With glowing baby skin and a nose that cringes with her expressions. I remember reading in samudriki lakshana that a girl with such a nose is a lucky mascot. Just in 2nd standard, she prepared a soupy maggi noodles for her younger brother at 10 pm. Just like all siblings growing together, she knows just to love and take care. Always forgiving and forgetting anything whatsoever. Her younger brother pushed her down on rough hard concrete floor in a fight and the skin came off her nose and elbow. The next day, she was playing around with her brother as if nothing happened.

She would show her maths exam question paper, and how she didn’t have time for the last few questions and how her tiny fingers hurt holding the pen after 2 hours. She would show me her assignments with her baby handwriting and amusing grammatical errors and spelling mistakes. I had to control so much, not to point out mistakes and take away her bubbliness as she explained. She would take up Men are from Mars series that was lying nearby to read along with me. Since kids just imitate elders, the best way to inculcate reading habit in children is perhaps to read in front of them.

That evening, my housie poured out, again why does it happen to me only di. This Lucknow babe is cute and I realized, why she is pouring out when some don’t. Another Aslesha. There is a repeating pattern of the people who open up to me. Once my roomies used to be karkas, now recently it is Meshas  - Ashwinis to be more specific.

So I told my apartmentmate about Chandana’s WhyDoesItHappenToMe predicament and she started laughing. Sometimes I wonder, elders in 80s would be amused the same way, when I talk about why does it happen to me only? Perhaps, evolved souls above would be amused the same way, when men bemoan at times on seemingly trivial things.

Sometimes I wonder, what is that am doing. Aimless. I wanted to see her – she offered to come to MDC and see me. But since this morning, some sort of ennui took over me. I took out the yoga mat, but my femur was glued and I ended up doing just pranayama instead of routine asanas. After reading newspapers, I could hardly take another step, implant was jammed thanks to prolonged sitting position.

Metal expands on heating, contracts on cooling. Why does implant not hurt in summers but hurts during rainy and chilly weather.  Postponed meeting her  - the girl who could speak, by lipreading, without hearing a sound.  Sometimes, I wonder about life without music, soothing melodious notes. Apart from the beautiful world of sounds, the practical reality of crossing roads, attending to a crying baby or a call for help from elders.

Sunday, October 14, 2012

Chocolate Cyst



Am more of a paalkova girl. Milk sweets are my favourite. It was anna, who started me on Cadburys in 2008 during Mumbai trip with a big gift of festive pack. And from next month, my annual chocolate spending, apart from gifting chocolates to others was 8k+. (I account everything from 2000) There was seldom a time, when i didn't have a chocolate to share with someone.

Later, for a brief time, after interacting with a friend who could see aural colours, i stopped eating/drinking anything brown - so that meant no chocolates, no teas or no coffees, no puliotharais. My water bottles became orange or violet. But sometime later chocolates seized me again. Herseys, swiss, friends typically gifted and I nibbled in half mind. Now, chocolates have joined the category of brinjals in my mind, and i recoil painfully at the thought of chocolates.


She would take Rs 3200 injection or other costly medicines, but she would not touch the freely growing aloe vera on her compound wall. God bless her and guide her and keep her painless.People would buy costly cosmetic products with aloe vera, but would not grow it in a pot at home. Aloe vera grows on air. Mom has tied one variety of aloe vera plant to ward of evil eye on the door. In fact after my childhood so close with nature, as an adult after my implants, the aloe vera was the first reason, i dug the earth with screw driver sitting on a low stool.

Aloe vera keeps skin glowing, a gift for diabetics. And this is only beginning of its benefits. This helps. Doctors are the most difficult patients.


6 Months Later
Crunchy Jelly
Mom once had some painful whiteheads. Mere external application of aloe vera made it vanish within days. Am a big fan of aloe vera ever since that. I took a screw driver, dug up the earth to plant this in the small space between the cemented walk and fence.

Afterthought

If a guy has Rahu in 7th house, without the drsti of benefics, the guy mostly has multiple affairs with damaged women. If a girl has Rahu in 7th house, chocolate cyst is just one of the numerous menstrual problems, necessitating surgery at times. Shatavari or Chandraprabhavati, walnuts, how many more cures. These women are upright moral paragons, mostly unable to enjoy conjugal bliss due to pain, wonder what triggers this. Something to do with Swaadistaan chakra. Guess, will get to know after this Good Friday.

Friday, June 29, 2012

Sensing through Eyes

A Hundred Years of Solitude  came to my mind. Ursula manages around the home without her eyes. She knows where things are placed, more accurately than those who can see. My periyamma, is a simple loving mother from village and she wonders who invented this laptop, that am glued to almost 20 hours a day. At home, I fuss over the little little things of trivial importance, be it the arrangement of food, clothes, books, furniture, colours, smell. After alighting from train, i remembered Gita's upside down Ashwatta tree - 15.1 urdhwa mula adhah shaka. Mind, what keeps it sane, functioning? Senses, what keeps it sensing. What is the moving force - for the limbs?

It had poured in Chennai. Mayor elections, municipal bodies, well, mere posts to contest. Am praying, Delhi Metro's disabled friendly trains should run in Chennai, all over India. Trains were delayed inordinately. Once I alighted, it was as if, entire earth's population had accumulated on the platform, no space to move. I could move only in the narrow gap near the train, covering my nose. Some one shitting, in the halted train mindless of the injustice to fellow human beings. Gate's Toilet 2.0! Hope that is the solution to my train agonies. Whenever I go to Delhi by train, am forced to survive on sips of water, starving, 2+ whole days, to avoid going to loo.

So, it was a cesspool, everywhere. So dirty, that one would cringe stepping on the puddles of dirty water near Platform 5 of Egmore Railway station. I knew there was a vehicle conveyance path, so that one would not have to climb up those stairs. Looking at me, no one would know about L3 malunion or right hip's total hip replacement or my atrophied right leg. Even if I call a battery car, unless, I ask a police guy's help, those vehicles would say, it is only for old, and they would not take the luggage, etc. So I would walk till the very end of the platform to figure out where the path was and drag my trolley myself. I can't afford what the coolies need. Worse still, if it is an old coolie. I would feel bad, he is lifting, so much weight, nor can I afford whatever he demands. Am penny wise, pound foolish. After grinder stone for idly mavu, and luggage, my L3 screamed its presence. But this time, in the crowd, i thought, i have to take the stairs, rather than wading through the ocean of people on the platform. Wish railways had given an indicator of level path ahead to cross the platforms without taking the overhead platform bridge. I was at level 2 of upstairs when i saw the level crossing so near. Indian Railways! IRTS!

There I saw her. She was a stout lady, with a huge bosom. She wore a thaavani with semi transparent bluish blouse. If her legs were normal, she should not have weighed less than 80 kg, but she had legs, half the size of her thick arms. She was dragging, propelling herself with her hands to climb up each step, so dirty, wet, blackened. I was there with my trolley and 2 bags, climbing one step a time, praying at each step. The lady who was with her, just watched as she dragged herself in all that dirt. Her thaavani slightly came out of its place, after the 1st set of stairs, she instinctively reached to cover herself. My throat felt strange. She was keeping her bare hands on trash, her rear end totally soiled along with her dress.

I reached platform 4 and climbed down, trying to forget her. There was a creep, tailing me. Its always these railway creeps, that make me board an auto without bargaining, just to escape from that place at night. Outside, near the entrance opposite to Vasantha Bhavan, something hit me. It was the pointing stick of a blind guy. Would he have minded my hands on his arms, as I tried to help over those 2 steps. I get wild, if any Samaritan, touches me, even when they try to help. I would not mind holding them for support, but I can't let some random xyz holding my arms. I saw he had a lady with him, so I moved on. Near the busstand, as I saw anna (congenital physical defect - else, I would not have hurried to reach outside to ensure, he does not lift my luggage) Only then, the couple bumped into me again asking for auto and I saw both of them had pupil-less grey clouded small eyes. I begged anna, please help them board first. But anna said, their destination was nearer while mine was an hour away. He said, he would help them board the auto, paying my auto fare, while he struggles to make both his ends meet.

Eyes! God's gift indeed; 100% functioning spectless eyes, god's abundant mercy. And here I am abusing my eyes, forgetting my dincharya, forgetting krishna, fussing over temporal beauty of small small things, viewing the world in fine libran's beautiful glasses. Now I understand the relation between Surya and Shukra. Now my eyes are really seeing.

I realized my nethramritham from kottakal has expired last november itself. Here whenever possible, I grope around closing my burning eyes, like Ursula for the things I fussed at home - obsessive order and arrangement of things. Need to connect with genuine NGOs now.

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Annanas and Dadima

Apples, Pineapples, Pomegranates
Dadima from Namakkal

Dadima

When she first told dadima, i exclaimed what! hope you didn't mean granny? Ever since, my BAMS friend told me dadima was vata pacifying, i have started to ignore the rates. I either go straight to Koyembedu fruits market or trichy market to bargain and buy at least 2kgs for 200.  When dad was alive, he would peel mosambis and separate pomegranates and make me eat in the afternoons. It would be laced with nicotine smell of his fingers, but his love made me ignore the cigarette smell.

Wish there was a way of knowing the colour of pomegranate seeds inside without cutting. One should not judge a book by its cover fits dadima the most. And if it is perfect crimson red, i get into wondering, hope they have not injected colours. They say, growing pomegranate trees invites kubera into home. So we planted a tree in our home. Wonder when carpenter uncle will bring us home grown pomegranates.

And according to healing essences of flowers

Punica Granatum is a symbol of fertility, pomegranate restores self-nurturing and regenerates fertility on all levels, helping to identify long-buried emotional needs, especially in relation to the mother, childbearing and creative issues.
http://www.imagejuicy.com/images/plants/p/punica/4/

source from net

I didn't take this picture, can't find the link, but i copied this picture along with others when I prepared a ppt of 42 healing flowers staying awake the whole night. I was searching for a perfect picture amongst 3.47 lakh odd pomegranate pictures. This flower essences ppt with 43 slides is a visual treat, that i can't help showing to select guests at home.

Pomegranates are more relation building than Cadburys Rum and Raisins. I had two friends in hostel, where it was ritual, sharing a pomo, after a late night assignment. Pineapple juices after fractures and surgeries. More about pineapple after I cut them.

Utlimate Amla


The other day, I heard in one of the VIHE ayurvedic lectures, that India does not grow that much Amla to substantiate Dabur's chyavanprash exports. My yoga teacher said, don't drink Dabur Honey. Perceptions. Trust is the basis of life. A doctor can cure a patient with a shirt button, another may die eating amlas, if they don't believe it is healing. For me amlas are synonymous with Chithappa, he buys so many amla candies, or keeps fresh amla at home all the time. An amla a day, keeps doctor away.

Benefits
from forum
and this

Amla Thokku
Nei paruppu, Pudhina Chutney, Amla thokku, Beetroot poriyal, Semiya Payasam, Mulangi Sambar, Rasam, Curd

Incidentally, yesteryear's heroine Amala is one of my favourites. She was bubbliness incarnate. One of my favourite scenes is in the movie Agni Nakshathram, where Prabhu catches Amala red handed trying to smoke in a party. Amala hides the burning cigarette in her jean pocket and Prabhu tells Amala towards the end after saving her face in front of her dad - Anjali, un pant pattika podhu! The way Amala jumps around is ultimate.

And I simply love the song Ninnukori varnam from Agni Nakshatram. A decade later, when music ma'm taught us Ninnukori varnam, starting with ga ga ri, I was on cloud nine as we all practiced in unison; in varying speeds, i felt mohanam was the most mesmerizing raga in this whole world. Mohanam indeed!

The last meal with Hridayagandha - Cilantro - Coriandrum sativum

Beetroot, Radish, Tomato, Carrot, Corriander Leaves


Menu (anticlockwise)
Yummy fresh mango slices
Pomegrenate Seed with Jaggery
Gaajjar ka Halwa
Dhaniya Chutney
Crunchy Beetroot poriyal
Pudhina Chutney
Radish Sambar
Whole Green Moong Dal Sundal
Crispy murukku
Curd

Health benefits
Corriander - benefits ayurveda and this
Beetroot, soup recipe

I started this day with Pomegranate juice and so added jaggery to make a yummy sweet dish from the pomegrenate seeds. And a tiny carrot was somehow well hidden all these days in the fridge, so ghee dripping carrot halwa sweetened with gur.  Some prefer onions and garlic for corriander chutney, i prefer little coconut. Some put pepper, i put chillies. Ultimately, no matter how healthy the dish is, if it is not tasty, one should not eat it. Taste is king. No wonder ayurveda divides food based on 6 tastes. Nothing can be so cleansing as fresh mint and corriander chutneys for glowing skin. At home, sukku malli kapi is an essential part of our happiness. Jane Austen would prescribe apple pies.

Back to Pudhina, i thought lemon juice would keep the chutney green, but it didn't; and the top layer oxidized so quickly, though, the chutney below the top layer was still refreshingly green.

My colleague prefers beetroot halwa, my roomie likes beetroot with fresh green peas, my cousin likes with raitha. I prefer it scrapped and sauteed not more than a minute. That with chappathis is too good. There is no end to beetroot's incarnations.

A kapha would be satisfied with one sweet dish. But at times, variety is the spice of life. My tummy was full, just after pomegrenate, carrot halwa, and few mouthfuls of sambar sadham and I ended up drinking plain curd with corriander chutney. And the corriander chutney raita was so cooling and satiating. My last meal at home, how quickly time flies by!

Pudhina - Mentha arvensis - Mint leaves

Pudhina Coconut Pottukadalai

Pudhina bath flavoured with Lemon and Crispy Murukku



Health benefits
Ayurvedic properties and Uses 
Pudhina Recipes and this

It was The Great Gatsby which introduced me to Mint Juleps. Mojito Blast in Pizza Hut for 85 + don't forget the ohSoLittle VAT and other taxes! I could have made at least 45 Mojito blasts with 5 rupees Pudhina from market. Only this evening, am going to make idli mavu, to make mom's life simpler. So it was sugandha pudhina bath for breaking fast. Nothing can beat soft steaming kanchipuram idlis with fresh mint chutney, next is ghee laced crisp dosas and pudhina chutney. Would try Mojito or Juleps on some hot summer afternoon without ice, not now.

Yes'day after we crossed the arch, there was this Bhairavar sannithi, hidden by shops, near market with a sculpted dog in front of the deity. I was missing temple on tuesday and was glad to have darshan of Subrahmanya Swami and light lamp, unexpectedly in the middle of market. The best part of trip was 1/4 kg uthiri mallipoo for 10. Living in a prohibited defense area, our infrequent buses from chathram takes little more than hour to reach home and i didn't realize how 1 hour flew by, as I sat savouring the divine fragrance of jasmine flowers while making a mini garland - 50:50 - for God and kesham.

6 months later
Pudhina, Curry leaves, Hridayagandha


Kothumai-Kambu-Arisi mix dosa - Corriander-Curry-Pudhina Mix chutney

Pudhina Paneer

Pudhina, Corriander, Curry Leaves, Ginger Paneer

Pudhina Paneer with Soft Crispy Chappathis
Ajwain Parantha with Pudhina Paneer with cashew paste
Wonder, how long it would take to get disinterested in food. Did i really miss mom or home food that i travelled unreserved on Friday night for 4 days Christmas leave. With my feet's odema matching  kurma prushtajaeishnu prapadanvita thanks to 10 hours sleepless sitting travel in bus. Tears accumulated, the moment i boarded the Salem bus, thinking am going home after a month. Anyway, mom as usual, has work to do even on weekends. I let myself in, unlatching the door and slept like a log till 11:23. She had gone out to buy vegetables for me. I like cooking, as long as it is not an everyday chore, but rather an option.

Living alone, mom does not make usual idli mavu, rather makes a multigrain dosa with kambu (bajra), kelvaragu (ragi), wheat. Am glad, at least, she has stopped the 2 Rs Ration rice for food. At least she buys vegetables, when am home. Else, it will be the same old kathirika or whatever else is the cheapest. When I told my brother that i am going home, he said, he would warn mom about impending storm. This afternoon, Mom told me that my brother had told her, that tsunami is coming home.

Nutrition is only 25% in the food we prepare, the rest in the happiness we share with family back home. Wonder, when i would stop giving too much weightage to food and its presentation.

 

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Aromatic Girinimba -Murraya koenegii - Curry leaves

Curry Leaves Brinjal Drumstick Leaves Tomatoes
Brinjals, CurryLeaves, Drumstick Leaves, Tomatoes

Meals for mom
Menu (anticlockwise)
Delicious Condensed milk kheer
Wholesome Moong dal with jaggery
Karuvepuillai thuvayal
Murangai Keerai Poriyal
Brinjal Sambar
Murukku
Curd

I mostly use the vegetables I don't like on Tuesdays. So, it was brinjal sambar today. In fact, today I can add lots of garlic, small onions and tamarind to thuvayal for mom, since she likes them tangy. This lunch was exclusively for her. There were surprisingly 3 packets of milk in freezer, so kheer. At the rate at which it is solidifying, in 1 hour from now, it will become palkova, in the low flame. I read somewhere in lalkitab, that people with certain planetary placements should not make palkova or paneer. Wonder why? For the next few days, till the leaves get over, it is going to be karuvepuillai dishes. Here is a good writeup on Karuvepuillai.

Last month, my mentor told me, he frames his questions with flower bouquets. His colleague frames questions with ATM while interviewing. That got me thinking, why these anchor words, a façade for what, why this attachment to these things? Am super excited since learning, what a person's mind will repeatedly think about in loops, kind of draining mental energy, while reading about buddh placement. While it is easy to discern the broad areas and particular aspects of draining thoughts, am yet to figure out link between the words a person would utter or project and his genuine thoughts. There are very few, who express in words, what they really, actually think. Fewer still, who have the discipline to translate those words to action.

Monday, June 25, 2012

The Apple of Her Eyes...

After Apple Picking Apples
For Nutrition


What if Newton was sitting under a lemon tree instead of apple? What if apple had not come between Adam and Eve. What if apple didn't flash in Steve Jobs' mind!

"It is remarkable how closely the history of the Apple-tree is connected with that of man." -- Henry David Thoreau, Wild Apples

............
And I keep hearing from the cellar-bin
That rumbling sound
Of load on load of apples coming in.
For I have had too much
Of apple-picking; I am overtired
Of the great harvest I myself desired.
There were ten thousand thousand fruit to touch,
Cherish in hand, lift down, and not let fall,
For all
That struck the earth,
No matter if not bruised, or spiked with stubble,
Went surely to the cider-apple heap
As of no worth
 ...........
Robert Frost, After Apple Picking
 
When it comes to apples, i would prefer eating something fresh and crunchy, no matter how chilled the juice, fizz or milkshake is, or how yummy the pie or cake is. Living in central tamilnadu, the freshest apple I can get is probably 3-4 months old. The hardest part is removing the wax. I just scrapped with knife. Some suggest lemon juice and baking soda as scrubbing solution. While friends pick apples from trees, back home, I just savour the mangoes, the precious few, spared by birds, that mom picks from the garden, ripe mangoes that have fallen on the ground, at the slightest gust of wind. King of fruits! you should see the number of stones that school boys throw at the tree. Out here, the ripe mango that struck the earth, is still worth a kingdom. In fact some stammerers hunt for bird eaten fruits to regain their voice. The scent of apples; I am drowsing off.

Shobanjana - Moringa oleifera - drumstick leaves

Milk Jaggery, Murangai Keerai Chappathi, Moong Dal fry
Sigru/Shobanjana, Coconut, Tomatoes


Menu (anticlockwise)
Sweet mangoes
Moong dal payasam
Murangai Keerai Sambhar
Murangai Keerai rasam
Curd
Murungai Keerai Poriyal
Murungai Keerai Vadai

Am overwhelmed with murungai keerai, no matter how healthy it is. Would consider touching them, only the day I leave home on Thursday. One thing, mom always tell me is that, whatever you serve, serve it with a sprinkling of love. Prasanna atma, indriya manah - as per Sushruta.


There was no idly mavu, rava, nor dal soaked for adai, so ended up with murangai keerai rotis for breakfast. Yes'day carpenter uncle who lives in our home came, dumping loads of apples, drumstick leaves, curry leaves. I have used only 1/3 of the drumstick leaves he plucked from our garden. He comes home very rarely. He is the very picture of unctuous Uriah Heepish uncles who call me madam or chinnamma.