For the birds, everything is as real as ever. Yes, even love…
Virtual interactions and social distancing is meant for humans only.
And no love story is complete without a third element, the third point in a triangle. Well, here is the second photo…Just for you, dear Readers…
Once upon a time, there were two sisters, Beant and Guddi. The photo on top was clicked some time in around October 1966, when Beant was 26 and Guddi around 22 years of age.
Together they survived through the horrors of India’s Partition in 1947, life as young refugee children in Delhi, braving Delhi’s extreme weather conditions of winter and summer, taking care of younger siblings while their parents scraped and saved to give their children a better future.
With strong determination and blessings of their parents, they grew up, studied hard, and turned into bright, strong, talented, and extremely good looking ladies. Beant became a Nurse while Guddi a Maths teacher.
A few years later, being the elder one, Beant got married first and soon after, Guddi too settled down.
Like in so many other stories, the ruthless, callous wheels of time, however, pulled the two sisters apart. With hardened hearts and separated by thousands of miles and many oceans, caught up in their peculiar circumstances, they never imagined they would meet again in their lifetimes.
But as fate would have it, Beant and Guddi met again in around 1985. What they said to each other when they were alone, we, their loved ones would never know. Or perhaps their feelings were so deep that they just remained silent…
Since then till 2017, the two sisters met often in Delhi, always at Beant’s home, as Guddi had to keep shuttling between her home in Delhi and USA where her children lived. It was almost like the old times…
Well, like all stories, this one too ended. Beant expired on 16 November 2017 in Delhi and Guddi on 17 March 2020 in USA…
Rest in peace, Mom and Guddi Aunty…Your families miss you.
Photo credit: Suroshri Chatterjee
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.