This is a recipe that I would like to dedicate to a school friend of mine, who would share the wonderful french toast his mom would prepare for his lunch, with his (rather ungrateful!) friends.
Following are the ingredients:
1 ripe tomato (riper the better)
1 cup milk (boiled and then cooled to room temperature)
1 egg
1 clove garlic
1/8 tb spoon salt
1/8 tb spoon turmeric
7 pepper corns (whole)
1/2 green chilli
Milk bread (small packet)
Preparation:
While preparing the batter, toast the bread lightly on a pan.
1. knead the ripe tomato gently until the pulp is loosened within. Then cut it open and pour out the pulp into a bowl. Remove the skin and other non-pulp portions.
2. chop the garlic and green chilli into fine pieces and add to the bowl
3. break the egg into the bowl
4. Add the turmeric, salt and milk into the bowl
5. Stir well
6. Dip the toasted bread into the batter and lay gently onto the pan (low-medium fire/150 deg C)
7. When one side is well-done turn over to toast the other side.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Friday, April 23, 2010
The sentinels of hampi
The ancient town and capital of the Vijayanagara empire is located at Hampi.
The grandeur, magnificence and extent of this kingdom is still visible despite the havoc of age, almost total destruction by invaders and, even, new age vandalism.
Walking through the ruined deserted streets one can almost feel the thriving activity of the market place, the temple complex, the bathing pools, houses... The mark and stamp is carved and frozen in stone.
Words are not much required when you can see, feel and be awe struck.
View from hill
Pushkarni or bathing place
Overhead view of the Pushkarni
Holi scene on pillar
Ruined structure en-route to Vitthala temple
Vitthala temple Gopuram relief
Vitthala temple Gopuram close-up
Vitthala temple Gopuram close-up with Durga and Krishna-gopi
Vitthala temple Gopuram - The chinese style terracotta clay images are visible
Vitthala temple courtyard
Vitthala temple - dancing hall pillar
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Following the dissapearing hill
My yearning to see a hill, took me to Tumkur, around 2 hours journey from Bangalore.
Got down at the bus station and walked eastwards (as I remember seeing on google maps).
The hills around this region are rather small. So, as I picked out one and walked towards it's direction, it would suddenly disappear behind some structure or tree. I panicked first and then smiled to myself at the thought that I'm following a disappearing hill.
It took me a good 45 mins to 1 hour of walking to reach the base of the hill. The hills of this region are particularly enchanting as they tend to be strewn with boulders, quite different from those found around the Pune region.
This particular formation of boulders is a result of erosion, by wind, water and vegetation. Some very interesting formations can be witnessed. I named quite a few as 'Noah's ark', Heaven's gate, the twin towers, the sphinx, etc.
Got down at the bus station and walked eastwards (as I remember seeing on google maps).
The hills around this region are rather small. So, as I picked out one and walked towards it's direction, it would suddenly disappear behind some structure or tree. I panicked first and then smiled to myself at the thought that I'm following a disappearing hill.
It took me a good 45 mins to 1 hour of walking to reach the base of the hill. The hills of this region are particularly enchanting as they tend to be strewn with boulders, quite different from those found around the Pune region.
This particular formation of boulders is a result of erosion, by wind, water and vegetation. Some very interesting formations can be witnessed. I named quite a few as 'Noah's ark', Heaven's gate, the twin towers, the sphinx, etc.
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Discovery of India on DD India
Was casually flipping through the channels this Saturday afternoon, and I caught onto an episode of the landmark series of Doordarshan based on Nehru's 'Discovery of India'.
The particular episode was based on the plight of the 'Indigo farmers' (Neel ke kisan). How, the unbridled exploitation of the farmers set's the spark for the first flames of a national movement against the British. This movement initially finds favor with the zamindars and the bhadralok, who try to rouse the peasants into confronting the British landlords.
The episode ends with the narrator (Roshan Seth as Nehru) saying - 'jo kaum kamzor hoti hai woh apni aafat ko khud nyota deti hai' (The weak community wreaks misery upon itself).
The episode ends as usual with the stirring incantation of a Rigvedic hymn, to the praise of the Sun god, set to the musical score by Vanraj Bhatia.
The 'plight of the farmers' is a constant refrain in Indian politics, true now as it was earlier. They still remain the vanguards to the fate of the nation.
Recently, the director and members of the cast of this series were felicitated by the Government of India.
The particular episode was based on the plight of the 'Indigo farmers' (Neel ke kisan). How, the unbridled exploitation of the farmers set's the spark for the first flames of a national movement against the British. This movement initially finds favor with the zamindars and the bhadralok, who try to rouse the peasants into confronting the British landlords.
The episode ends with the narrator (Roshan Seth as Nehru) saying - 'jo kaum kamzor hoti hai woh apni aafat ko khud nyota deti hai' (The weak community wreaks misery upon itself).
The episode ends as usual with the stirring incantation of a Rigvedic hymn, to the praise of the Sun god, set to the musical score by Vanraj Bhatia.
The 'plight of the farmers' is a constant refrain in Indian politics, true now as it was earlier. They still remain the vanguards to the fate of the nation.
Recently, the director and members of the cast of this series were felicitated by the Government of India.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Film review: Dev D
This is certainly one of the well made films from bollywood. Nikhat Kazmi's 5* review conveys it's impact not just on mainstream bollywood cinema, but to critic's eye as well.
The film achieves an seemingly impossible feat, by rehashing the well known story of Devdas by Bengali author Sarat Chandra Chattopadhyay. This was the fourth version of the story.
What's different about the film then, one is prompted to ask?
The impossibility is achieved by the strong characterization and a feel of contemporariness, so much so that the film outgrows the main storyline with it's sheer energy and feel.
The BMW car sequence, the MMS case, ... it's these fine elements that imbibes a feel of contemporariness around the story line. A voyeuristic view through the microcosm of Dev's existance and yet getting a glimpse of the prevailing cosmos of his world.
The single minded hedonism and purposelessness of Dev D's reality juxtaposes against the sheer magnanimity and fragmented reality of the world around him, as he seeks assimilation.
The shoulder-strap bag does seem to convey a certain sense of purpose in his demanour, but we are offered no such insights into the same, to the effect that it's of no relevance of consequence i.e., his purposelessness is intact.
The 'happy-ending' of his union with Chanda, is a departure from the actual story line, but is not a departure from his self-indulgence and hedonism. He finally lands up with her after encountering a close-shave from certain death.
For mainstream cinema, the soundtrack is truly path-breaking, we get a feel of the true assimilation power of Indian culture through the 'Patna-ka-Presley' sequence, the Punjabi hip-hop/rap duo's performance, ...
A film that breaks many stereotypes and is path-breaking in more ways than one. Definitely not to be missed by a film-buff.
The film achieves an seemingly impossible feat, by rehashing the well known story of Devdas by Bengali author Sarat Chandra Chattopadhyay. This was the fourth version of the story.
What's different about the film then, one is prompted to ask?
The impossibility is achieved by the strong characterization and a feel of contemporariness, so much so that the film outgrows the main storyline with it's sheer energy and feel.
The BMW car sequence, the MMS case, ... it's these fine elements that imbibes a feel of contemporariness around the story line. A voyeuristic view through the microcosm of Dev's existance and yet getting a glimpse of the prevailing cosmos of his world.
The single minded hedonism and purposelessness of Dev D's reality juxtaposes against the sheer magnanimity and fragmented reality of the world around him, as he seeks assimilation.
The shoulder-strap bag does seem to convey a certain sense of purpose in his demanour, but we are offered no such insights into the same, to the effect that it's of no relevance of consequence i.e., his purposelessness is intact.
The 'happy-ending' of his union with Chanda, is a departure from the actual story line, but is not a departure from his self-indulgence and hedonism. He finally lands up with her after encountering a close-shave from certain death.
For mainstream cinema, the soundtrack is truly path-breaking, we get a feel of the true assimilation power of Indian culture through the 'Patna-ka-Presley' sequence, the Punjabi hip-hop/rap duo's performance, ...
A film that breaks many stereotypes and is path-breaking in more ways than one. Definitely not to be missed by a film-buff.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
'Alike but not quite' OR 'Migrants at two ends of the pole'
This is one incident that will remain in memory for long.
During my graduation days, I was on the lookout to enroll for a computer course, in my hometown, Pune. Walking up to the reception area of the institute, I met a lady with whom I made my inquiries.
After filling up the form, etc she asked me if I was from Tamil Nadu (after noticing my surname).
"Yes", I answered.
"Can you speak Tamil?", she asked.
"I can speak, but not too well. I can speak Marathi better."
She said, "My mother tongue is Marathi, but I would mostly speak Tamil".
In the conversation that ensued thus, I found out that, though Marathi, she was from the Thanjavur district of Tamil Nadu.
The smile that followed was spontaneous as we paused and reflected on the peculiar condition that both of us had in common.
The Marathas (specifically, Shivaji's father, Shahaji) were given three districts of Tamil Nadu by the then Mughal empire.
She was part of the same legacy; Marathi - but, in a way, more Tamil than myself.
During my graduation days, I was on the lookout to enroll for a computer course, in my hometown, Pune. Walking up to the reception area of the institute, I met a lady with whom I made my inquiries.
After filling up the form, etc she asked me if I was from Tamil Nadu (after noticing my surname).
"Yes", I answered.
"Can you speak Tamil?", she asked.
"I can speak, but not too well. I can speak Marathi better."
She said, "My mother tongue is Marathi, but I would mostly speak Tamil".
In the conversation that ensued thus, I found out that, though Marathi, she was from the Thanjavur district of Tamil Nadu.
The smile that followed was spontaneous as we paused and reflected on the peculiar condition that both of us had in common.
The Marathas (specifically, Shivaji's father, Shahaji) were given three districts of Tamil Nadu by the then Mughal empire.
She was part of the same legacy; Marathi - but, in a way, more Tamil than myself.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
North Clarke Street
Memories of my wanderings in Chicago came up today (after mulling over an extemporaneous conversation I had with a chatty, likable Irani restaurant owner, in which he says that Punekar Brahmins are leaving in droves for the US of A). The context of our conversation was something different altogether.
This street of Chicago is a menagerie of people from different ethnicities and cultures. The particular street I'm talking about is the one which goes by the Wrigley stadium.
You have quaint old bookshops, small cozy pubs, yoga classes, comic book stores and much more. I guess it's true that any place is made lively by the people that inhabit it. This is true of Chicago, one of the most cosmopolitan centers of the world.
It's interesting how different places across the globe are witness to a dramatic flux of cultures.
To quote from this article by Benoy. K. Behl: "...People of different countries rubbed shoulders with each other in its marketplaces. Portuguese merchants brought the best horses from Arabia, diamonds came from Golconda, and textiles and spices flowed in from all corners of the world. It was one of the most thriving and cosmopolitan places in the world..."
The flavor of this cultural flux is quite unique though, as it emanates from the belly button of the world's economic and political super-bully...
This street of Chicago is a menagerie of people from different ethnicities and cultures. The particular street I'm talking about is the one which goes by the Wrigley stadium.
You have quaint old bookshops, small cozy pubs, yoga classes, comic book stores and much more. I guess it's true that any place is made lively by the people that inhabit it. This is true of Chicago, one of the most cosmopolitan centers of the world.
It's interesting how different places across the globe are witness to a dramatic flux of cultures.
To quote from this article by Benoy. K. Behl: "...People of different countries rubbed shoulders with each other in its marketplaces. Portuguese merchants brought the best horses from Arabia, diamonds came from Golconda, and textiles and spices flowed in from all corners of the world. It was one of the most thriving and cosmopolitan places in the world..."
The flavor of this cultural flux is quite unique though, as it emanates from the belly button of the world's economic and political super-bully...
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