Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Zindagi...



Zindagi ke safar main guzar jaate hain jo mukam

This thought provoking song written by Anand Bakshi has been my favourite since I was in school, but I had never really gone beyond the first two lines of the song. Having managed to download the song on my phone, I have been listening to it carefully amidst the chaos of the noisy train compartments on my way to work and lot of thoughts came to my mind.

Zindagi ke safar main guzar jaate hain jo mukaam
Woh phir nahin aate, woh phir nahin aate

This line is so true, things in our life are so momentary. The simplest thing like the moments of laughter you have experienced, while sharing a joke with your friend will never come back, maybe because the joke wont make you laugh anymore or the friend probably wont exist anymore.

This reminds me of a beautiful and a realist quote I read some where
"The irony of time is that, sometimes we laugh at the moments we have cried, and cry over the moments we have laughed"


Phool khilte aain, log milte hain
Phool khilte hain, log milte hain magar
Patjhad main jo phool murjha jaate hain
Woh baharon ke aane se khilte nahin
Kuchh log ek roz jo bichhad jaate hain
Woh hazaron ke aane se milte nahin
Umar bhar chahe koi pukaara kare unka naam
Woh phir nahin aate, Woh phir nahin aate
Zindagi ke safar main...


This para is my favourite, just like how flowers blossom every day, we meet new people everyday. Some stay back with us while some are taken away in the storm of time and inspite of meeting more over 1000 people in your lifetime, you can never replace the space of those people who you have lost over the period of time, what stays back is only memories.

If I reflect back, i try to recollect the wonderful times I have had with my group of friends during my college days.At that time they were the nucleus of my joy and happiness, but times change, people change, relations, circumstances change, and then you end up being in touch with just a few of them, your interaction levels come down, you get immersed at work, you meet more people at work, you make more friends. Your nucleus of friends changes to your work friends. In the course of time you end up bumping into people who you had met earlier, then they suddenly become the nucleus of your interaction, again with time and commitments some friends leave, this epic or this silsila of building new friendships and fading old friendships continues. Sometimes I wonder, if we eventually know that all this is going to be momentary then why do we invest so much of time and effort in it. The answer to that question probably lies in the same reason, that we all desire to lead a good and successful life in spite of knowing its going to end one day.


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Thursday, March 15, 2007

Baklava hunt in Bombay



One Saturday afternoon as I chatted over chai with Dada, Dadi, we suddenly remembered Baklava which we all had relished back in Memphis and Detroit. Dadi offered to make it, if we could find the pastry strips needed to prepare it. I wondered if we could get Baklavas somewhere in Bombay. Putting good use to Dadaji latest computer and internet connection, I did a google search and to my amazement I did find a place called Iranian Sweet Palace in Dongri, which sold Baklavas but only in March before Iranian New year. There was no contact no, but just the address. We all were thrilled to find out that we had some hope to relish our delicacy in Bombay.

By chance a friend of mine happened to be at Mohammedali road called me for something else, but before he could say anything I excitedly blurted the details of the shop and obviously expected him to go to the shop and get me my Baklavas. But my friend returned with no Baklavas but Hasan Irani(the owner) contact no and information that I could buy the Baklavas in March.

Baklava or Baklawa is a rich, sweet pastry found in many cuisines of the Middle East, the Balkans and South Asia and developed in Ottoman cuisine. It is made of chopped nuts, usually walnuts or pistachios, layered with phyllo pastry, sweetened with sugar or honey syrup.In Turkey, it is particularly associated with the city of Gaziantep.


SO one evening, post work I excitedly called Hasan Irani, he told me I could come any time before 8pm and gave me apt directions to the place from worli. So I took the 124 bus, which is an interesting ride through Byculla, Navpada and Bhendi Bazzar . I got off the bus at Bhendi Bazar stop and asked an old uncle for directions. He directed me to lane further, and just as I began walking another inquisitive gentlemen approached me and enquired where I was heading. Another group of men in the corner of the lane also asked me where I was heading.

Iranian Sweet Palace

Finally I reach Iranian Sweet Palace, I had imagined it to be one of those typical sweet shops like Zam Zam, huge in size and ignited with lights. Iranian Sweet Palace has an old board, without lights, you could easily miss the shop if you were not looking carefully. Hasan was standing outside probably gazing at the chaos outside. He welcomed me with a smile and recognized me instantly to be the mad women coming to buy Baklavas from the other end of town. The shop didn’t look like a sweet shop at all, there were these huge plates full of Baklavas, Pista & Kesar( similar to Baklava but made of pista & Kesar). The Baklavas are prepared in the Iranian style with more of the sweet and less of the pastry part, the ones I had eaten were more Turkish and French style. Baklavas are for 450rupees a kg. The problem is that Baklavas weigh a lot but are small in size, so you don’t have much of choice but to buy the 1 kg packing

The baklavas are made here in the traditional Iranian style, cooked with wood fire. Hasan`s family has been running this shop for more than 98 years now. Hasan claims to have the only shop in India to be preparing Baklavas, that too only in one month of the year. He also has some Iranian sweets and dates. When I recommend him to advertise his sweets in paper, he contently tells me “ I am just happy doing this, just catering to Irani community, I have enough for my self, I sold my restaurant Light of Asia for a fortune, I have 3 other houses, some are on rent, and some good investment in stock exchange, so I don’t need anything”.

So with my Baklavas packets in hand I walk through one of my favourite roads,Mohammed Ali road. I loved watching the Irani & Muslim restaurants serving maska pav and chai and the huge bakery and sweet shops like Zam Zam. The vendors trying to lure me to buy their goods right from the burkhas to the colourful dress materials. The minara masjid which looked so dim without al lthe lighting which I had seen during Ramzan. The sound of the Ayan( call for prayers). For sometime you could just forget you were in Bombay, you could be at Chowk in Lucknow or Chandni Chowk in Delhi

Monday, March 12, 2007

Generation X- Children’s world


As I dragged my self out of my Sunday slumber to attend my 10 year old neighbours birthday party never had I imagined that I was about to embark into a totally different world of the children of today.

As we walked in to this popular pizza eatery, the atmosphere was celebratory; the kids were playing the age old musical chairs conducted by the event manager of the chain. As each of the kids were out after every round, they had to come out and do a punishment, either sing a song dance etc.

The first boy to get out, a 10 year old, who I developed an instant liking to due to his very intelligent brains, sang a popular Sean Paul song Temperature. I was amazed to know that he knew the entire lyrics of the song. Later when I chatted with him, he told me he knew the lyrics of many English numbers, he listens to a lot of Sean Paul nos . I was so zapped, I still remember as a 10 year old I had no clue of music, or an artist .

Another 8 year girl gets dismissed from the game, as a punishment she is asked to dance like Shakira, that is the punishment suggested by the children present there. Initially the girl is shy but in a matter of minutes when the music starts, she gets into the swing and her steps go exactly like Shakira from her latest video.

In another game, the birthday girls parents and grandparents also join in. when the parents get out, the children instantly demand that they should also be given a punishment. The birthday girl suggests the parents dance, and my smart 10 year old friend along with 2 other girls recommends them to do a ball dance or jive . I don’t think I even knew what a ball dance or jive was till I even reached college. Of course the parents were very sporty and they danced beautifully to some popular number

As I was expressing my shock at the changing era of birthday parties and children to a young mother sitting next to me, she narrated an interesting incident of her friends 7 year old daughter who had short listed 3 potential candidates as her husband from school. She told her mother that she had short listed them, because one of them was strong, the other always came first in line and third one comes first in class. When her mother remarked that this it was too early for her to get married or choose a life partner, as girls got married only after the age of 25, her reply was that she wanted to finish one of the important works earlier only, copied her mothers dialogue in gujrati( Ek Kaam patavi devano ne ma) good to finish one work . Another mother at her son`s school who is a gynecologist was telling her, when she tried to educate her son about reproduction process, the son coolly told his mom,"Mom you don’t need to tell me about this, I know how babies are born". Times had really changed, the young mother infect invited me to come one evening at her place, and she could narrate even more such anecdotes since she has gathered many in her 7 years of motherhood

After the birthday cake was cut and the games were played, the kids settled down for a grub. Our generation bday parties of samosa , wafer and Rasna were replaced by the pizzas, garlic bread and coke. I joined the kids on the table, thinking this would be an interesting experience for me to learn from generation next.

10 year olds take on :-

Movies- All the kids watched all the latest movies whether it was Dhoom, KANK or even Nishabd. The kids almost agreed in unison that they liked to watch romantic movies and action films. A 10 year old boy tells me that he had watched Kuch Kuch Hota Hai and Main Ho Na at least 50 times on his personal DVD player. But now he loves to watch all the horror movies

Idea of day out – Playgrounds or gardens were something no one wanted to go to . They all liked to either go to In orbit mall or to watch a movie. Amusment parks were still ok .

Clothes- I asked the kids if they picked up their clothes, or they parents did. Most of the kids liked to pick up their own clothes. I asked them how did they know what was in fashion or not. Did they look at the clothes in movies and buy or otherwise. The birthday girl who is undoubtedly the smartest of the lot replied” Didi we are not so dumb, we have a sense of style, we know what looks good and what is in fashion, we don’t need movies to tell us that.”

Games- None of the girls liked to play with dolls, or play doctor doctor, or house, house. They liked to play Hide n Seek or practice the latest steps of some dance number. Dancing was really in. Boys liked to play video games or watch movies at home, no one liked any toys

On girl friends/ boyfriends - Obviously since I was talking to such a grown up set of children, I couldn’t resist asking them whether they had girlfriends or boyfriends. This is interesting. The three boys in the group immediately pointed at each other stating that they had girlfriends. My intelligent 10 year old friend tells me that the guy sitting next door has a girlfriend, but she has moved to London and he writes to her and all. With a little blush on his face, the boys says that no there is nothing like that, it was just that they were teasing him a lot so he just said that the girl in London was his girlfriend, she was just a friend.
My intelligent friend also refuses all the rumours about being linked to the girl who lives in the next building stating, that she is not my girlfriend but a girl who is a good friend of mine. She was new in school and she didn’t know anybody, so I became her good friend and this people started teasing me with her. Obviously our smarty pants couldn’t resist asking me the question, so he asked, "Didi you are asking us, what about you, you are so old, don’t you have a boyfriend?."

As the kids bid good bye to me, for a moment, I really wondered how times have changed, today’s children know so much more, It seemed like a different world had grown up when I was away.

Tuesday, March 06, 2007

Seed for Thought



Its so complete.
But yet so empty
.
Just like a movie which seems so perfect on screen.
Hiding the thousands of hard working beings behind the scene.

Just like the lovely picture of communal harmony
Our politicians and books paint for us, cremating the realities behind

Just like the thousands of people who blindly pledge their lives
To get betrayed in the name of religion

There seems to be so much happiness
But yet so much discontent inside.


Just like the smiles on those children’s faces
Who have buried their childhood behind.

Just like the sorrow hidden in the hearts of those people
Whose loves ones have drowned in to a volcano of religious clash

Just like the beautiful picture, we paint of the valley for us
Where thousands lead a life of survival in the atrocities of time

That brings me to a question.

What is the attraction of this thing called Life,
That we all want to survive even to fight against the hardships of time .