A New Recipe Of Life


Since I have started cooking I am dedicating all my creative acumen, if any, into making the structured diet, that I am supposed to have as per surgeon’s advice, tasteful. It’s a challenge because I have to have a strict eye on the oil and spice quotient. Those who suffer from intestinal issues like recurrent infection and diverticules, may please pay heed.

I have been prescribed to have a high protein, high fibre but a low fat diet. Ensure 80% of the stomach is full while eating. Have lots of liquids. Avoid constipation. Eat smaller portions at an interval of two hours instead of three or four large meals a day. Walk and exercise as body strength allows. Remain stress free. Lead a normal life. Develop and spend quality time in constructive hobbies. In short three sixty degree lifestyle management.

I won’t say I am into it totally. But am trying my level best. Sometimes I forget certain things and promise myself to do better tomorrow. Due to heavy medication I have developed retention issues. For that I have one soaked walnut a day. It’s really good.

For high fibre I rely on daliya (broken wheat), quinoa, sometimes semolina (though it is high on carb), vermicelli (wheat made recommended), wheat flakes for breakfast. I have lots of home made curd which is a probiotic. For protein I rely on whole pulses, chickpeas, kidney beans, paneer, tofu, soya granules and chunks and egg white (only on specific days). I tried chicken but found it hard to digest. Fish I am apprehensive of because again fish oil is heavy for digestion. I have been told to eat everything and see how the stomach reacts. If it’s bloating, resulting in  gastritis or acidity to stop eating that particular item for the time being. Of course, outside food is not permitted.

Brown rice is recommended because it’s rich in fibre but softening it is a herculean task. I am yet to try. If you know any easy way of softening do let me know.

And then there are fruits in place of junk munchies – banana, apple and all kinds of citrus fruits and home made juices.

The second day of my cooking I found a bag full of tomatoes in the fridge which were becoming soft. So I made tomato rice the South Indian way and brinjal curry in curd as a side dish. Since brinjals are required to be fried I roasted them in drops of  oil in the grill pan. I would have preferred curd made of double toned milk but as it was not there at home I used store bought curd. I observed my stomach did not react. So it was all good. And the dishes turned out well. Next time it will be with curd made out of double toned milk.

Those who are not familiar with our part of the globe let me tell you that our cuisine, culture, language, attire change after every few hundred kilometres with the demography. There are broadly four elementally diverse  ways of cooking – North Indian, South Indian, East Indian and West Indian. Every state, city, town, village has their respective regional delicacies which are no less than awesome. Every family has their own culinary repertoire and secret ingredients. There are many recipes about which we, born and brought up in big cities and metros, don’t even know about.

Sometimes the style of cooking blurs too irrespective of the divisive (imaginary) borders mainly because of cultural intermingling, sharing , experimentation and modernization.

Being brought up in the capital I have an essentially North Indian palate. However, my cooking is seasonal. In summers I rely heavily on Bengali dishes (East Indian) interspersed by South Indian breakfast and sometimes even lunch because these are less on oil. Winters the body craves for more of North Indian food as they are rich in spice and oil. However, now I have to be careful about the latter.

Airfryer and microwave cooking has added a new dimension to the Indian kitchen though many would not budge from traditional wok cooking. Wok cooking invariably implies bhuna masala or well fried spices which is best avoided at the expense of a compromise to the taste buds. But churning out a tasty but healthy dish is a work of art and intelligence. Believe me it’s very creative too.

The other day instead of oil frying puffed rice and peanuts for snacking I dry roasted it in the microwave. It turned out crispy. Air fried veggies, soya paneer , tofu and chicken have a different and interesting taste and can be easily incorporated in our regular diet. So is cooking in greased pans and cookers. They may sound strange but in reality you will understand/recognise the distinct flavours and fragrances of each ingredient and vegetables once cooked in less or no oil.

I have not totally given up on the eats I have been  told to not have. But I take them moderately. I do not believe in depriving myself which I have seen inevitably leads to sudden hogging and getting sick. What I have resorted to is moderate intake. If earlier I put two slices of cheese I have brought it down to one in the same quantity. And honestly it doesn’t taste so bad.

I guess even food habits and tastes evolve with age as our system adapts to what is acceptable and palatable. In our youth there was a popular Bengali song which went like this (a loose translation)

“You have given up on many things

Old habits and snacking

But don’t give up on hopes…

And keep your spirits high

O! friend

We shall be meeting

On ‘nother  dawn of life”

The song sounded pessimistic then and even now. Taking a cue from the song and my experience I would say we should not give up on everything as we age. It makes life so boring and sad ! As if there’s nothing to look forward to. Rather we should devise new ways of enjoying what we did in a  modified version. That would not only be mind stimulating but will also keep us engrossed and fulfilled.

On that experimental note I sign off.

Foot Note : Let me know in the comment section what ideas come to your mind of redoing the best possible way what you always engaged in your various phases of life.

Bye and Take care.

Voice


This post is in response to Esther’s Writing Prompt.

This week’s Prompt is Voice.

Voice

Do I remember how I was conceived in my mother’s womb? How I squirmed out of that dark, suffocating, slender passageway to create my own narrative?

But I do remember as a kid if anyone asked me my name I would unnecessarily keep concentrating on my twirling big toe and refrain from replying.

Sis said I was unsmart.

It would take a number of  under breath rehearsals to go ask the shopkeeper in the corner of the gully what mother needed.

In contrast, sometimes I would just plunge into unlikely conversations with strangers,”Hey! Aren’t you so and so?” Surprising them as well as my own self.

Many hiccups and downfalls later I learnt to be articulate, at times, to my own detriment. But oh! What peace! I said what I wanted to.

It was too loud sometimes. Too overbearing for others. Too uncomfortable for the Authorities. Too embarrassing to my own self. But there I was. Unstoppable. Incorrigible. Undiplomatic. Too straightforward. Too upfront. Too inconvenient. A misfit.

Now mellowed by age I seek solace in silence. Another kind of voice inside  judges me , my mistakes, my wrong doings, my incompetencies, without giving me a single another chance to turn back the clock and find my voice at the opportune moment.

I resign to voicelessness. A wordless bickering that goes on in the mind incessantly I wish to not listen.

The fetal pose.

This damn urgency to Forget and Forgive.

Myself.

@Geetashree

FF: The Crystal Ball


This flash fiction is in response to Rochelle’s photo prompt for Friday Fictioneers. .

Word Count: 100

The Crystal Ball

She gazed into the ball 🏀.

Her dopey eyes!

“Blood”, She screamed.

Dramatic, I thought.

While coming back  I slipped by the road side and grazed my knee.  

A freak accident.

Seeing the red bruise I thought of her.

The X-ray was quite unnecessary.

Yet…

A small lump behind the knee bone.

“Imminent surgery,” the Ortho declared.

I thought of her.

Six months later  I limped back to her.

She grinned triumphantly.

Her tobacco stained teeth glowing.

“See! The crystal never lies.”

Yes. I agreed.

Quietly.

(85 Words)

You can read the other posts here.

Nature Walk And A Story In Hindi


Long rides and long walks, fields , meadows, huge parks,  springs and river banks and the countryside come to mind whenever we think of Nature trails and rides.

But sometimes Nature is around the bend or surrounding us but we fail to notice it. I have been staying with my sister during these days of recovery. Every time I take a walk on her balcony I feel close to Nature because it  is so green.

She has a lovely mini garden which she personally takes care of and also takes pride in. She asks the gardener to get her seeds and plants of her choice. Recently she has sowed mint in a narrow elongated pot and the fragrance of mint is all around. If you just place your palm on the leaves your hands will be full of its scent.

We often make mint water which is very good for detoxification. Mint chutney is also a lip smacking sauce. A dash of coriander added to a sprig of mint in a bowl of water  with jaggery, cumin seeds, tamarind and fennel seeds and kept overnight in the fridge can produce a tangy drink which is good for stomach and cooling for the system in these muggy monsoon days.

A lot of birds visit her balcony at different hours of the day. In the mornings they wish us good morning while in the afternoons they chirp their stories of other lands. Some are very noisy as though scolding us. One bird has a distinct diction (read chirp) as though asking , “To kii” (in Bangla)  meaning “So what?”. We laugh whenever it perches on the railing of the balcony and gives her piece of mind.

However, there is one mischievous big, fat chipmunk who makes it a point to rake up the pots and dirty the balcony with mud. Now a baby chipmunk has also made it his business to follow suit. B-I-L says it is teething.

I also have an unpretentious garden but it is not as charming as my sister’s. But I am very proud of my chameli tree which goes velvety green with bunches of soft white in the rainy season. I can almost touch its leaves from the first floor balcony. However, it has to be pruned come winter for the sun to come in.

Gardening is therapeutic. A source of moderate exercise. Very creative and pleasure giving activity especially when the flowers bloom and fruits come up. Watering the plants, is  a very personal and satisfying task. Of course, you have to take due care of the babies and it’s heart breaking when some of them wilt out of season. I never keep the pots empty and replace the dead ones with new saplings or baby plants. I like sturdy plants because delicate ones do not survive in extreme weather. Also, when I do not keep good health I have to depend on house-helps to take care of them. Invariably, the plants suffer from under or over care.

Then there is the ubiquitous curry leaf (curry patta) tree used extensively to garnish dishes. If you are a curry leaf owner you are sure to be pestered by neighbours for handfuls and you cannot say no. This time I am also trying to grow a Neem tree in a pot. Coriander may also follow suit. I have a banyan tree too and had thought of using its leaves to make fish bhapa or steamed fish with mustard paste. But it’s still one in the To Do List.

Our Block is also very green as you can see. Don’t miss the dark clouds. It’s been raining quite a lot these days. But it’s equally humid.

In the meantime, we had a small celebration at home. You see my beautiful niece-in-law is expecting. So we had a Panchamrit ceremony wherein the would be mother is given a small bowl of Panchamrit i.e. a liquid mixture made of milk, curd, clarified butter, sugar and honey – all items considered auspicious and used in our Pooja or worship. I made a video of the ceremony with a funny running commentary and we all had a good laugh watching it.

My beautiful niece-in-law

Beside Nature Walk which is healing, I am still struggling with We Begin At The End – a murder mystery I am unable to finish. As you know I have already shared my thoughts on it in an earlier post.

Today I finished writing a story in Hindi after a long time. It’s taken more than a year. My Hindi is not flawless but I love to write in that language. I am sharing the link below for those who are interested and can read Hindi. Those who cannot but still wish to read may take help of Google Translater. As I have said there may be grammatical errors in my write because Hindi grammar is complicated and most of the time I think in Bangla and write in Hindi. Both the languages in its purest form have the same words with different pronunciation. But Bangla grammar is way different from Hindi. Those who can find time from their busy schedule to read may please let me know how you like it and suggest corrections wherever required.

I may add a doodle to the story but that may take some time. Therefore, I am sharing ( actually too excited about it) without the doodle.

I also take this opportunity to thank all who have wished me well and given me hope and encouragement to recover soon.

http://vanderloost.blogspot.com/2013/10/blog-post_20.html?m=1

Namaste

All pics are from my own collection

How Much Do We Follow?


This is my first Jiddu Krishnamurthy (JK). I have heard about him from many who follow  his philosophy. Ironically, Krishnamurthy himself does not believe in any advocacy. According to him, rituals, ideologies, philosophies and religions  are restrictive by nature. These  impose authority. As a result, the followers are not free to find the truth by themselves and repose faith in the ‘truths’ constructed by these external authorities.

Humans are a product of their internal and external worlds which are an  accumulation of past experiences and knowledge. Freedom from the past releases immense energy which otherwise gets dissipated in fear. Fear is a bondage which pulls humans into their world of  acquired knowledge and experiences. Once free, humans can start afresh by ‘looking’ inside and outside for sheer joy, beauty and truth but without craving and desire to own.

I see elements of Buddhism and Zen when JK says to experience a moment’s joy and beauty without seeking pleasure. Pleasure, according to him, is the desire for repetition. But then JK would say my mind is conditioned by isms and ideologies and that I have to be free of them in order to truly understand and appreciate truth, beauty, freedom and joy.

Likewise, JK says if we were to get rid of our negative emotions like fear, anger and violence, we have to look at them dispassionately without condemning or justifying. Once we are able to do that we will realise that these emotions are very much part of us. By looking them in the eye we will be able to finish them completely. Analysis and getting outside cure will not help. By looking at them we look at ourselves and by doing so we heal and be free.

Regarding relationships, JK says , it’s conflictual because in a relationship we form the image of the other. The relationship is then between two images and not between two persons who they actually are. He says this is also true of our relationship with our country, society and environment. Our education teaches us to compare between what we are and what we should be. That is how desire takes birth – what we actually have/are and what we want to be. This is duality and  contradictory in itself giving rise to confusion. Confusion and contradiction are both great dissipators of vital energy. When we let go of comparison, contradiction and confusion we become free and flower in a relationship.

Freedom, J K says, is being free from all bondages and time and it is something beyond consciousness. If we are able to live with our true self and relish the aloneness without any external stimuli we are free.

I admit this book is a heavy read which made me wonder whether it is really practical to look at yourself as you are. It is hard. Right? Is it really possible to come face to face with your negative emotions? JK says that everything around us is based on falsehood. That is a very bleak picture even if we are holding on to illusions, conditioned by our age old traditions.

We say time is a healer. In contrast, JK says time is the interval between an idea and action. This interval is invoked by our thoughts. According to JK we have to die to our past and whatever associated with the past in order to get rid of the fear of death. Once we are free of fear of death we start living completely.

Every word JK says is interesting, intriguing and thought provoking by its newness. There are some books which make things easy and doable for readers. And then there are some which make you think but appear to be unattainable. This book had the latter effect on me. At some point I thought JK was iconoclastic. I may be wrong but I am just jotting down thoughts or my reactions to his suggestions and words.

As I have understood JK, love is sharing without seeking, wanting, pursuing, possessing, controlling. Space is the gap between the Observer and the Observed. Once this gap melts away there is total abandonment. Time is when we see things in continuity – past, present , future or yesterday, today, tomorrow. If we are in the moment there is no time only presence, attention and awareness. JK says a quiet and still mind is a limitless mind. But this stillness and quietness cannot be brought about by control, suppression or discipline. Study the mind is JK’s advice and be free of the mind.

Phew! As I finish reading JK I really don’t know whether I have understood him well. Maybe it’s my lesser intellect and sub zero level of comprehension. Talking against a great thinker of the world is blasphemy itself. But even the stupidest person on earth has a right to his/her opinion. Banking on that I’d say JK is contradictory at times. He advocates a life and mind beyond justification or condemnation but he begins on the premise of condemnation himself. He condemns society, human mind, human relationships et all or perhaps my understanding, as he says , is shallow. His advocacy is coached in so many words that by the end the crux seems to be lost in the jargons of verbosity.

Simplicity attracts me. Lucidity attracts me. I am sure JK is saying the same thing as all other thinkers world over are saying but the only difference here is I fail to take to his way of saying things. It’s my shortcoming.

A little about the Author:

JK (born in 1895) and his brother were adopted in their youth by Dr. Annie Besant, the then President of the Theosophical Society. JK was proclaimed to be the World Teacher whose coming was predicted by the Theosophists. To  prepare the world for his coming a world wide organization known as Order of the Star in the East was formed and JK was made its head. However, JK renounced the role, dissolved the Order which had a huge following and returned the money and property donated for his work. From then on, for six decades till his death, JK addressed large audiences and individuals world over talking about the need to bring about a radical change in human consciousness.

Universe And  Healing


I am healing – help me Universe

After three major surgeries in these six months (at an interval of two months on an average), I thank and pray to the Universe to help me heal.

Prayer is just second, if not first, to medicines which lead us on the path of healing.

A haiku :

crammed

in the medicine chest

a whispered prayer

Nature heals too :

Be close to Nature and feel the Universe

This is in response to :

Shweta’s #6WSP

Wishing you all good health and a fruitful journey on this planet earth…

Happiness


Last evening, family went into a healthy discussion on what happiness is. The subject was broached by my niece in law who believes happiness and peace of mind are not the same. Peace of mind can lead to happiness which  by its very nature is transient. The premise was that we are not saints and therefore the topic may be seen from human perspective. She says she needs those little moments of happiness which for example a long walk can induce to sustain her a long day.

For B-I-L , happiness was completing a task with which he is stuck for long or getting work done by a non performer tactfully. But at times he said reactions of others robbed him of the equanimity invoked by a happy state of mind.

Sis said it is not in our control to change another person – his reactions and replies. If the irritant is bothersome he should be ignored. However, her approach was more esoteric when she said while ignoring we should also think what best can be done for that person not to change him but for his betterment.

My concept of happiness is deeply interlinked with Swami Vivekananda’s philosophy of Karma Yoga wherein he says to look for happiness in your Karma or little deeds or day to day work. I have long tutored myself to take pleasure in mundane chores. A day which goes as per routine without any hindrances gives me great satisfaction. The other source of happiness is creativity. The surge  of immense  happiness after finishing a write-up, a post or a blog or doodling or singing to my heart’s content is a great dopamine kick for me.

My nephew concluded that happiness is related to self appreciation which is deeply connected with gratitude and thankfulness. He gave an instance where he put forth his point of view coolly to his bossy superior and surprised himself. He thanked himself for resolving the apple of discord in a calm and collected manner. With thankfulness he was swayed with gratitude.

Seekers and saints would say if you are able to stay with your true self and enjoy your aloneness without the intervention of any external stimulus you overcome the impermanence of happiness i.e. you are in a constant state of happiness.

Tell me what is your source of happiness? How do you see or feel about happiness? Do you agree or disagree with the above views? Or you would like to add a point to strengthen the conclusion? Or you may have  completely divergent views. Let me know in the comment section.

Thanks for reading this post. Your views will be highly appreciated.

Two Books And A Movie


I have decided to try new authors as much as I have decided to watch movies and series in different languages. I was earlier very selective about my choice of books and serial and movies. Now I am more open to different styles.

Every author has his or her own way of writing. Some you get enamored by easily and some you struggle with the intent to finish even if you are not totally into it.

I had (almost) read two books recently of diametrically opposite shades:

We Begin At The End by Chris Whitaker

I am new to Chris though he is highly acclaimed as a writer in the mystery genre. However, while reading this book I found it way more than cracking a murder mystery. Star, a mother and woman of wanton lifestyle, is brutally killed leaving her innocent son, Robin and an outlaw of a daughter, Duchess, orphaned. Vincent King , her ex lover,  who has already served thirty years in jail for killing Star’s sister Sissy,  pleads not guilty though he is found at the place of murder but without the weapon. Chief Walk, a cop fighting with Parkinson’s Disease and King’s best buddy in school, knows Vincent is not the killer and can no way prove it. He begs Martha May, his ex- girlfriend, on King’s behest,  to take up King’s case. May refuses at first point blank but gradually gets sympathetic to the case. And then there is Duchess, a girl with deep wounds, who lives on bitterness and animosity towards all and sundry including her grandfather, Hal, who had abandoned both her and her brother after Sissy’s death.

The landscape is stark, the characters equally so. The protagonists are so riddled with misery and hidden scars and guilty that one would wonder if they will ever be able to admire a beautiful sunrise in their lifetime.

More than a murder mystery it’s a book which deals with humans, their relationships or lack of them, pain of loss and bereavement and undying  remembrances of old flames.

I have not taken much to Chris’s style of writing. The language is rough perhaps in tandem with the backdrop. Certain expressions are noteworthy and catchy. But nothing more than that. I know there are Chris fans aplenty who will not see eye to eye with my views. The problem with us die hard fans of Christie is that we always tend to compare every thriller and murder mystery with her writings.

Foot Note : To be very honest I have not been able to complete this book till now and may edit this post after doing so.

Who Am I ? by Swami Sarvapriyananda

At the very outset let me clarify Swamiji is not a religious leader in its narrowest definition. He is a Vedantist and an erudite scholar and  a bibliophile who has embraced monkhood by choice. He belongs to the Order of Ramakrishna Mission. All the monks of the missions are either noted scholars or musicians or intellectuals or composers or creative personas. This book encapsulates Swamiji’s eponymous lecture at the renowned IIT (Indian Institute of Technology), Kanpur. Seldom has a monk been invited to deliver lectures in such prestigious institutes of aspiring engineers.

Swamiji wanted to be a pilot if not a monk. From passion for aerodynamics to monkhood, Swamiji’s journey is a long and eventful one. Currently he heads the Vedanta Society of New York established in 1894 by Swami Vivekanand himself. Swamiji has also recently  completed a course at Harvard University. When he wanted to know what made the Univ Authorities select him he was told  it’s seldom that Harvard receives a long recommendation from none other than the renowned feminist philosopher, Ms. Gayatri Chakravarty Spivak, in favour of any applicant. Swamiji’s scientific temper, subtle sense of  humour and massive study of theology, Vedanta and human psychology spill through his lectures which are available on You Tube, if anybody is interested. His pleasant personality is an add-on.

This brief introduction is to reinforce that his books and lectures are not merely religious in nature they are scholarly works borrowed from his personal experiences and bibliography.

Vedanta upholds Adwaitavaad or non dualism and is based on Upanishads (108 in number) which are in turn based on Vedas, the most ancient religious scriptures of the world.

The book begins with a story of the mighty king Janaka who one night dreamt of being defeated by enemies, outcast from his kingdom and almost dead of starvation and poverty. The dream was so real that the king , when awakened, could not shrug off the experience and kept on asking : ” Is this real or that ?” The great sage Vashishta came to the king’s rescue and satisfied his query: ” Neither the two are real but you as the experiencer is the only truth.”

Vedantavaad upholds Supreme Consciousness or Brahman as the ultimate truth. We are all part of  that Consciousness. I have put in very briefly and very simplistically the summary of the book. It takes time to assimilate non dualism and I am still at it. However, this book is a refresher on Swamiji’s lecture on the same subject.

If your interest is tickled I will recommend this book (available only on Kindle) and also his lectures which are an intellectual evolution in itself.

The Diplomat

Is a Hindi 2025 movie based on a true story of Uzma Baig, an Indian citizen, who is deceived into marrying a Pathan called Tahir, of Buner in Kyber Pakhtunkhwa (KPK) Region of Pakistan. After a few unsuccessful attempts, Uzma is able to run away from a harrowing life of abuse and assault and seeks refuge in the Indian High Commission in Pakistan. The rest is how, J P Singh , an Indian Diplomat in the Indian High Commission in Pakistan helps Uzma return to India.

The story is set against the strained Indo-Pak relationship, intricacies of diplomacy and personal conflicts of the India Foreign Service (IFS) Officers.

I found John Abraham in  J P Singh’s role a bit stiff. Sadia Khateeb as Uzma is convincing.

The film can be watched on Netflix.

Pics are from Google, Wiki, Amazon

The Impact Thrice Over


This year, thankfully, there has been a rise in my reading graph. It peaked when I completed reading Sapiens which was a  challenge in itself.

Reading means less screen time and binging. But as I am forever hungry for new stories I did watch a few selective serials and movies.

I guess my watching of a series or film is different because if the narrative is meaningful and thought-provoking I keep comparing  the twists and turns of the plot to real life and experiences and try to discern their impact.

I also emotionally interact with the story and analyse how it affects me in terms of understanding human relationships and life per se. I have quite a number of times jotted down these reactions in several of my posts.

I feel mindfully viewing  is also part of the artistic endeavour that has been employed in creating a story. It is important to learn and I do learn from them.

A few serials/movies that recently made me think are:

Aap Jaisa Koi (Hindi) meaning Somebody Like You, though touted as a rom com, is actually a more mature handling of relationships in mid life. Shrirenu Tripathi, a Sanskrit school teacher, is too late in age to be up in the marriage market. Having given up on hopes to be paired with his soulmate, life throws a surprise when out of the blue a friendly neighbour proposes a match with his niece, Madhu Bose, a French teacher in Kolkata. The rest is about finding space and respect  in this new found liking for each other in a relationship of cultural extremes. After several break ups and heartbreaks,  Shrirenu’s decision to tear  away from the age old patriarchal mould and his readiness to learn to give equal footing to his life partner is a pleasant deviant in this well directed film.

Light Of My Lion is a Japanese serial about Michito , an autistic but highly  talented painter and his caring elder brother, Hiroto,  whose life is divided between taking care of his younger brother and working in the City Welfare Centre. The peace and routine of their life is suddenly disrupted when one fine morning a five year old child lands up at their doorway demanding to live with them. In this sedentarily paced serial Hiroto is dragged into  unraveling the mystery of finding who actually this child is who calls himself Lion all the while taking care of him along with Michito. Gradually their familial landscape changes as Michito and Lion become close to each other and after several jolting bends, Hiroto discerns, Michito, who he thinks is challenged and  dependent on him, is actually the strength and light in his life pushing him forward to stand tall against odds and unite with a part of the family which is long lost.

This serial has a strange wistful quality and emphasises the discerning presence of casual acquaintances in our lives who become friends in due course forging  unshakable and undoable bonds.

Benarasey Bibhishika or the Horrors In Benaras, is a Bengali , light hearted, detective movie where the trio Ekendra Sen, the self evasive, eccentric Detective of West Bengal Government and his friends Bappaditya, a professor of English and a passionate photographer and Pramatha, a Science Scholar,  get unwittingly embroiled in a mind grappling maze of murder, deceit and antique theft while vacationing in the ancient mystic city of Benaras. The movie is part of the Ekendra Series, based on the Bengali  novels authored by Sujan Dasgupta. It’s the biggest revenue grosser of the year of the Bengal Film Industry. The highlight of the movie is the colourfully well captivated ancientness, beauty and mysticism of the city of Benaras – a tribute to Satyajit Ray’s Joi Baba Felunath, another highly acclaimed detective movie set in the same city.

Three watches of three different genres satisfied me in three different ways. Aap Jaisa Koi taught me the strength of love which has the power to make one more adaptive throwing away obsolete ideas by which society judges a person. Light Of My Lion taught me the value of kinship, forgiveness and acceptance. The guiltless desire to pursue dreams and be independent of each other all along drawing strength from one’s root – the family or as Michito puts it the lion’s pride. Benarasey Bibhishika is fun and rekindled memories of my visit to Benaras. Since I cannot travel much these days  such movies wherein the backdrop becomes a character  itself somehow sates my thirst for exploring and travel.

Hope you like the excerpts and if interested can watch them on Netflix and Hoichoi ( OTT platform for Bengali movies).

Pics from Google

Ooh! The Samosas


What are you most excited about for the future?

I had never imagined  I would be writing a post lying down in the hospital. Yes. You have read it right.

Yesterday I had my third surgery. The surgeon was satisfied. I was shifted to the room thereafter. No Surgical ICU this time. Thank God! I will not go into the feeling of acute pain and discomfort as  I regained consciousness.

No! Wait ! There’s more to come. As you know one has to go empty stomach on the day of the operation and afterwards. Only two sips of water are given sparingly so as not to cause nausea and vomiting post anaesthesia. But this time the ordeal has not stopped there. I have been kept on observation for forty eight hours which means two more days of no eating ( three days in total). Only fluids through IV. This is to give the stomach and the part of it which has been operated on some rest and let it resume its functioning smoothly.

But the problem is the hunger pangs. The incessant growling sensations in the stomach. And the dream of various kinds of mouthwatering dishes dancing in front of my eyes all the time.

The coordinator of my surgeon (a very nice and helpful girl) met my elder sister on the ground floor and said,” Tell aunty the samosas are missing her.” The hospital cafe sells very nice samosas and each time I visit the doctor I have a plate. The cafe is so conveniently situated right across the OPD chamber.

Ooh! To think of that  crispy fried flour casing with the generous filling of well spiced potatoes inside! Oh! The tormenter who reminded me of those! Oh! When will I be having my next sumptuous meal!

That is what I am most excited about – the day the surgeon will allow me to have a bite…a teeny weeny bite… of that hot samosa with tangy chutney.

The rest I leave it to the All Mighty.

Pic from Google