Friday, August 31, 2012

The reticent spices {Posto Murgi}

The first thing I ever made in a kitchen was chai with ginger just the way my parents make it. I was quite small when my mother let me inside the kitchen and just by watching her cook I got introduced to all the reticent spices. I used to get very fascinated to see how few drops of milk change the color of tea. 

Just a few years from then I almost took over the kitchen from my mother and explored the place in every possible way. My grandparents and all my aunts are exceptional cooks and I used to spend hours talking about food with my grandmother and my mother when I discovered the nuances of certain spices, ingredients and miracles. Cooking is very much magical, it is indeed.

Cooking isn’t an art, it is pure interaction with yourself and your surroundings and you know that you are a good cook only the day your mother asks you a recipe. There is no other way!

First time on my blog I bring to you a food recipe. I haven’t mentioned the quantity of ingredients anywhere because as I mentioned earlier it is an interaction with the spices and yourself so feel free to use and balance your ingredients. I hope you discover lot of things in the process!

Bon App├ętit 

Sunday, August 26, 2012

The {little brass} book

Great minds think alike, no one spoke about small minds; little thoughts. All the illustrations and words you stumble upon on my blog hail from little red notebooks which I carry everywhere with me.

I like hand bound books and here’s something I made recently when I saw two nostalgic brass moulds in my junk world. Traditionally these moulds were rather are used to make a mouth watering sweet delicacy called the karanji. Karanji’s are made especially during Diwali and over the years our grandmothers have mastered the art of making perfect karanji. It is quite crucial in Marathi culture, trust me!

When I smelled these moulds, they smelled of a different era and they made for just a perfect opening for a little hand bound book where one could write stories, sketch and keep some secrets. Don’t miss the weathered bookmark that peeps out every now and then.

Sip some wine and have a nice week ahead!

Sunday, August 19, 2012

The incongruous {computer}

Just a day before the joyous day that marks the end of the month of Ramzan arrives; I meet Salim loitering in the lanes near my home. Salim lives in the old city and today happens to be a special day in his life when he collects junk from homes and sells it in a junkyard to fetch a good price so that he can buy new clothes and sweets to celebrate Eid-ul-fitr tomorrow.

What intrigued me was the little computer monitor lying on his cart. He was initially intimidated when I asked him if I could take a picture of him but when I told him that I was fascinated by the incongruous monitor on his cart he smiled warmly and stood next to his cart.

Like Salim I am sure you are looking forward to Eid and the aromas that are going to invigorate your taste buds.
{ Eid Mubarak }

Saturday, August 11, 2012

{The classic barber}

Last evening I went to my usual barber shop across the road where I have been going since the age of eight. I used to go there with my father earlier and I have no clue how we coordinated our visit but it was different then; the place was very cramped up with rusted mirrors. My mother used to ask me to remind the barber to change the blade in front of me, not to use the machine and not to pay him more than what was required. Going for a haircut used to be a short journey for me. The earlier barber looked like one of the yesteryear bollywood actors and he would give me a different haircut every time.

Now the place is less cluttered with an air conditioner and little advanced tools. The barbers are the same and have a uniform now. Needless to say that the prices have shooted up but the smile on the barbers face is still genuine. I love the chairs there and still get fascinated every time I hop on to them.

In my last post I mentioned about ‘defining’ ourselves. Look at my classic barber and how he relentlessly ‘stylizes’ every person who walks in. Do you see yourself in the boy sitting on the chair and you getting enthralled every time he would ask you to turn your head in various angles so that he could do his job well?

Did we ever think what our barber would want his hair to look like? Or what was his world according to him! 

Hope you are having a lovely Saturday, when you look at this post I want you to listen to a song which I was singing while making this illustration, its a Rajesh Khanna song- 'Chala jata hu kisi ki dhun mein' :)

Friday, August 3, 2012

{Have you defined your world?}

We meet people all the time and re-define what the word ‘world’ means to us. Our world changes all the time, either because of the people, circumstances or just thoughts. I now take you through a series of illustrations in the coming weeks where we could see what this word means to different people who we see every day. 

Last evening as I drove through the city in the spontaneous rains I looked around to see how the hawkers are more worried about their carts than themselves getting wet. For some who don’t have carts accept the rains and continue their journey.

Everyone is making their own world; big or small would always be a question. Anything big would always be small for someone else. 

{ Have a warm weekend and define }