My 23-year-old daughter Suroshri recently made us proud by being selected for a prestigious internship in a British Council teaching project.
She leaves home for work these days at 7 AM and I face the daily challenge of sending her off with a tiffin box containing food which, apart from being filled with motherly love, is healthy, tasty and doesn’t require too much time to prepare.
Today, on 21 June 2019, I surprised myself by creating a sandwich that fulfilled all of these parameters.
Here is the recipe.
Bread slices, 4
Leftover yellow dal, 4 tablespoons
Grated paneer: 50g
Chopped items: one green chilli, some green coriander leaves, one small onion.
Spices: salt, amchur, jeera powder, dhania powder as per taste.
Mix paneer, all chopped items, and spices with a spoon.
Next, toast 2 bread slices on a tawa after smearing it with some Amul butter. Once they turn brown at the bottom, flip them and place some filling on the toasted part of one of the slices. Place the other slice on it. Toast the sandwich on both sides. Now sandwich is ready. Here are the step-by-step pics.
Do try this and let me know what you think.
This recent pic of mine reminded me of the opening lines of a Bollywood song mentioned above in the title. Its literal translation is “What’s Behind The Blouse?” That’s pretty straight and simple, isn’t it?
It is the metaphorical meaning, however, that arouses passions and raises controversies on what it represents, the female sexuality.
Way back in 1993, when the film Khalayak was released, its choli-ke-peeche song was banned both on All India radio and Doordarshan Television because it was considered vulgar and obscene, replete with double meanings.
But banning never helps, does it? It only whets the craze. In spite of huge criticism, the song became a rage and the film picked up lots of Filmfare awards.
Here is some free advice for still-not-bestseller writers. First get your books banned.
No other website or publisher has got me as much love and admiration as a poet as Poemhunter.com. By frequently displaying my name as a ‘Popular Member’ and some of my poems as ‘Member Poem,’ PH continues to encourage me to submit more and more new poems to their site and acquire new admirers at a global level. All this without any expectations whatsoever, financially or otherwise.
See these pics below.
It has worked the other way round too. From a painfully shy, reclusive, highly introverted poet, I have transformed into a writer who loves to attend open Mike poetry sessions, thanks to PH. My very first invitation to an Open Mike came via PH from a fellow member poet Mr. R.K. Das who lives in Delhi and works in Rajya Sabha.
Here’s a video of my performance in ‘Caferati’ at India Habitat Center. https://youtu.be/d-qCMMr95QE
Recently one of PH’s numerous member poets Kumarmani Mahakul honored me with the title, ‘Spring Rain.’ See these links.
The best part of PH is that they make every member Poet feel important and deeply loved.
Thanks once again, dear PH!
This puppy is super lucky.
Unlike many other street puppies in his neighborhood, he is his mother’s only child. His chubby, innocent face add to his natural charm, so he gets undiluted love and undivided attention from not just his own mother, but everyone else around him.
And the best part is that he has a Godmother who assists his Mom in ensuring that he stays out of trouble.
While I clicked their pics, the Godmother looked at me curiously, unsure of what I was up to, and she remained close to the little one.
Well, that only demonstrates that love is universal and comes in all kinds of shapes and sizes. It has no limits. It flows spontaneously and gushes forth like a waterfall…
Do read My previous post, Part 1, of Ek Phool, Do Mali (which means in Hindi, One Flower, Two Gardeners) by clicking here.
Inspired from this pic, I wrote a poem a few days later.
It is now on Poemhunter.com.
On the night of 17 June 2018, I returned home from work to another hugely pleasant surprise from my daughter Suroshri!
As soon as I opened the door of our fridge, my eyes fell on a big plate of fruits and chocolates decorated so beautifully! It showed how much thought, creativity, and care had gone into making it look the way it did that day; bright, gorgeous, and oozing with the sweetness of love…
Suroshri had brought a lot of other things too to make the day special for us. They were all so irresisistibly tasty that we simply forgot to click their pictures before gobbling them!
These days, there are special Days for every emotion, which is a very good thing really, especially when you are at the receiving end.
When I was a youngster, however, we did not have the pleasure of celebrating special days like Valentine’s Day, Mother’s Day, etc. We did not even have access to cameras to click pictures to commemorate special moments. We just kept memories of such emotions in our hearts and souls and savored them silently with our eyes shut long after they had happened.
Anyway, each generation, I guess, does things in a style that it is capable of and enjoys doing, so you just have to be happy and play along…
And here are the photographs from Suroshri’s WhatsApp status on Father’s Day 2018.
On 12 May 2018, I was in for a big surprise….
I found 2 cardboard boxes in the kitchen when I reached home at night after work. My daughter Nanni (Nanni is her pet name) said, “Mom, these are for you, in advance. Happy Mother’s Day!
I was really touched. After I reach home, I feel so hungry and tired that I just don’t feel like cooking at all.
While we hugged each other, I realized how well she understood me and I silently thanked God for giving me a daughter as wonderful as Nanni. I quickly changed into my night suit and in the meantime Nanni laid out my treat for me on the table. See the pic above. Doesn’t it look gorgeous?
As if this wasn’t enough, she gave me one more gift and this time I had no words to express my joy…
She said, “Mom, just check my WhatsApp status. There is something special for you.”
I was a bit worried because when a grown up daughter says such things, you don’t really know what to expect.
I tried to postpone the shock for a while.
“My hands are greasy. Let me wash my hands first.”
A few minutes later, with trembling fingers, I picked up the phone and opened WhatsApp. But I didn’t find anything new. When I raised my eyes, she came over and clicked on status.
“Mom, don’t tell me you didn’t know about this WhatsApp feature!”
“Well, like always, it seems there is much I need to learn from you!”
I once again thanked God for His blessings as I scrolled down through the pics.
Here they are…
Wish you all, dear Friends, a Happy Mother’s Day!