Dark Delight – Bajri Vada

It’s winter – the season of abundance. The festivities, blue skies, veggie delights are all in abundance and the nip in the air makes Bajri abundantly desirable. Time for Bajri vada! Here is how I make those:

Preparation time: 15 minutes

Waiting time (desirable – else compensate it at your own risk with extra oil!): 2-3 hours

Making time: 20 – 30 minutes

Ingredients:

Bajra flour: 2 cups

Course wheat flour (the one used for making Kansar): 1 cup

Regular wheat flour (the one used at home to make Rotis): 1 cup

Fresh curd: 3/4 cup

Oil: 1/8 cup

Achar Masala (I prefer to take out masala from Gunda achar)

Grated jaggery: 1/4 cup

Salt: to taste

Ajwain: 3/4 tsp

Til (sesame seeds): 1 tsp

Haldi and Red Mirch Powder: 1/4 tsp each

Water: keep a glassful handy and use as required

Oil to deep fry

Serves six people (as a snack with accompaniments)

In a mixing bowl, mix well the flours, Achar Masala, Curd and Oil. Add jaggery, ajwain, til, haldi, salt and mirch and mix well. Start adding water in very small quantities. I prefer to pour using a serving spoon rather than directly pouring from the glass or cup. After each incremental addition of water, check the consistency. It should be softer than the Gujab jamun dough, but harder than the pakoda/bhajiya dough. When you generously oil your palms and try to roll it, you should be able to roll it into a ball, but it should feel as if it would become more like a paste if you added any more water.

Leave it to set for 2 to 3 hours.

Bajri Vada, Sweet  Nimbu Achar and Chhas

Bajri Vada, Sweet Nimbu Achar and Chhas

When you want to eat the Vadas, mix it rigorously once again.

Now fill a small bowl with water and keep it handy. Put a medium-sized frying pan at least half-filled with oil, on flame and heat it enough for frying on a meduim to low flame. Oil your palms, dip your right hand fingers into water in the small bowl, and shake that water off on your left palm. Now take a small quantity of Vada mix into your left palm (which now has oil and water on it), pat it into a small disk with very gentle strokes and leave it slowly into the oil from the edge of the pan.

Allow it to be fried until it swells and wears a dark brown color. Remove from the pan and when sufficiently cool, check whether it is done from inside. Adjust flame and frying time correspondingly to get Vadas that are crisp from outside and  soft from inside.

Serve with Sweet Nimbu Achar, Raita, Green Chutney, Chhas…

The Symphony of Metallic Sounds..

It was raining beautifully outside. The office had closed for the day but I needed them to open it again to help me finish one task. As the IT expert was kindly helping me, it began to rain. It was beautiful – the bright orange Gulmohors bathing as they gently swayed to the wind brushing against them. However, I realized that my ears were not tuned to the melody of the raindrops and the breeze passing through the strings of the branches. All I wanted at that moment was that the officer find the right key from a huge bunch that opened the door.

And the sound came. The click of the key opening the door as the other keys jingled against one another was such a welcome symphony! Had I ever paid attention to the musical potential of this metallic sound before? This question reminded me of a few other sounds that bring nothing short of magic if you have the right ears and the right frame of mind for them:

  • The sound of my mother shelving the utensils as she starts her work in the kitchen but I am lazily catching up with one more stretch of sleep
  • The sound of relentless beating by the kids on the door with the metal holdrop, even as they see you running to get it
  • The mate of twenty five years coming into the room and locking the door
  • The sound of the ungreased swing on which so many of loved ones were to be found, in whose laps I climbed up as a child – Baapa, Daada, daddy…
  • Brass bell at the school
  • The society guard ringing hours at 3. 3:30 and 4 in the night, telling you without any communication that someone else is also up
  • The sound of the kick to the Luna moped that conked off in the middle of the road, brought back to life by some unknown kindhearted soul…

May be there are more such sounds.. have I listened to them with these loving eyes? I will update this list if I recall. Have you any such sounds to share?

Note to self: breech of rule can bring joy

.. not of the rebellion variety, because what am I avenging against whom if I break my own rule.

But joy as against possible guilt.

Sometimes the rules I make and follow all without my own knowledge become known to me only when I feel uncomfortable at breaking them.In that moment of discomfort as I search for its source, i stumble upon the rule that has made a place for itself quietly in my existence.

The discomfort serves as a torchlight in which the rule comes out shining!

So, the note: upon feeling of discomfort that even remotely smells like guilt, search. Don’t stamp it out. You will never really get rid of the guilt, but would surely lose a chance to meet a creation of your own.

Mourning Mehdi

His illness had ominously indicated the inevitable – if not now, some time later. But one still never got prepared enough to bid adieus to Someone who was Mehdi Hassan, the immortal king of Ghazal, the master of classical music, the God of singing and the sage who knew what to pick for singing – Ghalib, Meer, Shifai.. Someone who never fell to temptation of cheap popularity advanced by the numbers and the masses. Someone who would sing humbly before an audience for hours, teach the nuances like a teacher and admonish them like a parent for indiscipline and disturbance.

One grew up with him because the Ghazals he sang walked with one in one’s life. At the happy moment, one has no time for anything else. When the skies of existence turned darker and one turned for the light, Mehdi was sure one source. With profoundness of meaning, the wisdom that grows from accepting the destiny, the unbreakability of human spirit that responds with disdain and rises above the vagaries of life and stares at God eye to eye.

A typical introduction to Mehdi Hassan is when one is struggling to make sense with a phenomenon, and the words of some maestro rendered perfectly in the classical tones fall in to the ears, hold the stirred heart still and go straight to one’s senses. One needs no effort in appreciating a masterly sculpture if one appreciated Mehdi Hassan.

One understands what love stands for, what dedication is, not by repeating a cheap “Dhai Din Na Jawani Naal Chaldi” but Mehdi’s

Zindgi Mein To Sabhi Pyaar Kiyaa Karate Hein,

Mein to Mar Kar Bhi Meri Jaan Tujhe Chaahungaa..”

He surely taught millions how to love.

Even when he shared the sentiments of awkwardness when one does not know what to say – the adolescent predicament made more insurmountable in the presence of one’s loved one:

Baat Karni Mujhe Mushkil Kabhi Aisi To Na Thi..

Jaisi Ab Hai Teri Mehfil kabhi Aisi To Na Thi…

You knew you were not alone in this world with the hardships of romance – he logged you in to the eternal community of people who not only loved but lived its awkwardness and demand with grace and beauty.

The seasons change, the phases change and so the love of one’s life would change its color, too. When one was pining for the reunion, he would make it more endurable with his

Gulon mein rang bhare, baagena bahar chale

Chale bhi aaoke gulshan ka kaarobaar chale..

and who could remain proud and refuse to kneel before the loved one after knowing the sentiment of total surrender celebrated by Hassan in his:

Ranjish Hi Sahi, Dil Hi Dukhaane Ke Liye Aa

Aakhir Tu Mujhe Chhodke Jaane Ke Liye Aa…

And he would just make the moment of being ignored because someone was insensitive to you a reality that’s not new with his:

Patta Patta Boota Boota Haal Hamaraa Jaane Hai

Jaane Naa Jaane Gul hi Na Jaane Baag to Saara Jaane Hai..

Or,

Kopalein Phir Phoot Aain, Shaakhpar, Kehnaa Use

Voh na Samjhaa Hai, Na Samjhegaa, Magar Kahenaa Use..

If no one asks you what’s wrong with you, or you don’t feel like tell anyone, HE would ask you what’s wrong – he would ask you to assess the damage:

Dekh to Dil Ke Jaan Se Uthtaa Hai

Yeh Dhuaan-saa Kahaanse Uthataa Hai..

He would not only show the possibility that the ordeals of love would cause your heart and soul to smoke, but he would tell that worse happened to people who were ready for more:

Yeh Mojezabhi Muhabbat Kabhi Dikhaaye Mujhe

Ke Sang Tujh Pe Gire Aur Zakhm Aaye Mujhe..

He took the whole affair to the whole new heights and shifted the preoccupation from you-and-your-lover to LOVE. Once you understood that, you did not really care if enduring love was about death at the blow of stone or something else. You just fastened the seat belt for the extreme. It could mean the extreme of the heights, why just the depths.

And when you were just at the ordinary, he presented you with just the simple:

Tune Yeh Phool jo Zulfon me Sajaa Rakhaa Hai,

Ek Diyaa Hai jo Andheron me Jalaa Rakhaa Hai…

The longing and offering of one’s self with

Kesariya Baalam Aavo ne padhaaro mhaare des..

Who would equate the love with the offering to the God even when it had failed:

Arz-e Niyaaz-e Ishque ke kaabil nahin Raha..

Go in peace, Mehandi Hassan, whatever that other world is. I hope they know who is coming and get dressed in their best for you! And just like that, on your journey, if you come back to the earth once again, it would be a great moment. I am lucky I lived in times when you tread this world..What form will you take on the day of judgment when they felicitate your soul and grant it eternal freedom?

Sun God, Curiosity and Two Women

Lesson: One might be VENUS, but in presence of the Sun it’s just a dark spot.

The caption above fired my neural network as soon as it emerged. One does not need profound knowledge of Astronomy for being generally interested in the Celestial events and entities. The colorful images of Venus the planet that I had seen earlier got a new

perspective with this Transit. I had seen some posts and sites on 2004 Transit, but watching it with my own eyes was a shocker. Recalling the Venus I remembered, I thought, “OMG! THE Venus is also reduced to a mere dark spot before the Sun! One must be aware of whose presence one is in!”

I thought of Surya, the Sun God characterized in Mahabharat as the father of Karna, invoked by Kunti.

Kunti was the daughter of one of the Yadav kings, Shursen, and adopted by Kuntibhoj as he had no children. When Kunti came in to the care of foster-father, her name changed from original Prutha to Kunti. She was given a boon by the rishi Durvasa that using a Mantra, she could invoke any god she liked, who would come and give her a son. Kunti was curious, and so she used the Mantra invoking the Sun god first. I got reminded of this story because the story that I read went on saying that as soon as Surya arrived in Kunti’s room, the whole place got filled with brilliant light. It was unbearable for Kunti, who could not even look at the god. She requested him to moderate his brilliance a little for her sake. Saying that he was bound by the Mantra to serve her, he took the human form. Kunti’s curiosity gave her, her first son, Karna before she got married to Pandu.

Similar curiosity brought extremely harsh consequence for another woman, Ahilya. She is regarded as one of the Satis (model women, epitomes of virtue) in spite of a story that says she went with Indra and was cursed by her husband, ascetic Gautam for it. The version I know is from Skand Puran, that says that Ahilya was unwaveringly devoted to Gautam, but Indra desired her. One morning Indra took help from his friend Chandra – moon, who made it appear to the Rishi Gautam that it was time for him to go to the river for his morning Sandhya. As he left, Indra took the form of Gautam and asked Ahilya for togetherness. Ahilya went with Indra, Gautam came back and seeing them together, cursed Ahilya to be a stone. One might wonder what was Ahilya’s fault. Somewhere there is an explanation that Indra could only assume the appearance of Gautam, but his moves, gestures and style were different. Ahilya sensed this, but did nothing about it and went ahead. Price? Years of a stone-like existence, bereft of feeling, ability to sense, to live.  Her release from that existence required Ram to arrive.

Are there stories of men, their curiosity and its consequences??

Hmm, must search!

Indian parallel to Trojan horse? Recall the love story of King Udayan

There is a train from Bangalore coming up north, called Udyan (Sanskrit for Garden, named so because of Bangalore’s garden) express. I mistook it for the Udayan Express, which reminded me of King Udayan, the hero of Bhasa’s twin plays Pratigna Yaugandharayana (= the wow of Yaugandharayana) and Swapnavasavadattam (= dream of Vasavadatta).

I had thought that a train starting from South might have his name, incidentally 13 of Bhasa (one of the best Sanskrit playwrights, thought to have lived some four hundred years before Christ) plays were discovered in Trivandrum. Prior to that, no one had seen Bhasa’s works in hard form, just through the references of the later writers. But checking the map revealed that Kaushambi, the kingdom of Udayan is up north, little West of Alahabad.

Well, the early part of the story – about the wow of Yaugandharayana is so enchanting, that I want to share it here.

Udayan is believed to have existed when Buddhism was becoming popular. As usual, India of that time continued to be embroiled into struggle for power and territory.

Kaushambi was at strife with the nearby Ujjayini (today’s Ujjain is in MP, the distance is about 500 miles between the two). Udayan ruled Kaushambi, a relatively smaller but significant kingdom. Pradyot was the king of Ujjayini.

Udayan was a popular king, young, handsome, highly accomplished in all the skills required of a king in that time. He also had a unique ability – by playing Veena, he could tame wild and war elephants. In those days, elephants played a crucial role in wars. War elephants were made to drink alcohol and then they were let loose on the enemies. Once when Pradyot’s army attacked Kaushambi, Udayan simply played Veena, calming down the elephants. From that moment on, Pradyot wanted to learn that Vidya of taming elephants. On the other hand, Yaugandharayana, the minister and adviser of Udayan wished that the two states made peace rather than engaging in frequent skirmishes for obvious reasons.

Pride prevented negotiations, and Yaugandharayana believed that a politically motivated marriage could be an excellent solution. Pradyot had a young, beautiful and talented daughter named Vasavadatta, and Udayan was a bachelor. But how would the two enemy states come to discuss marriage? From this point onward, the role of Yaugandharayana is not at all visible, but the turn of events is fascinating – hinting at his excellent statesmanship if he stage-managed the events.

Pradyot realized that it was impossible to overpower Udayan in the battle ground. So he was looking for alternatives.

One day, men who watched forest-lined Kaushambi borders brought news that a unique white elephant had come to graze the forests. Udayan who was a lover of elephants himself, took his Veena along and went over to see for himself as white elephants were not to be found in his area. As soon as he took position within the earshot of the elephant and sat down to play Veena, soldiers came out of it (remember the Trojan horse?), captured Udayan and sped away to Ujjayini.

Pradyot asked Udayan to teach him the art of taming animals by music in return of his release.

Do you know what Udayan said? He said he did not mind teaching his art and skill to anyone who was curious to know. So if Pradyot accepted Udayan as his Guru and respectfully learned from him, he would teach this Vidya to him. Pradyot could not bring himself to make a Guru out of his arch-enemy. But he thought that Vasavadatta, his daughter could learn from Udayan.

But both were young and attractive – what if they fell in love?

So, Pradyot told Udayan that there was a hunch-backed and extremely ugly girl in the family, who could spend her time well learning. Udayan replied that he was not concerned with the looks – if the student was sincere, he would teach. Pradyot said that in order to save Udayan from the ugly and potentially disturbing sight, a curtain would be drawn between the Guru and the student.

The student, Vasavadatta was told that the teacher of this exquisite and powerful art was a leper and his wounds were offending to the eye. So as the princess took the lessons, a curtain would be drawn between her and her guru.

Thus the arrangements were made and the lessons began.

Vasavadatta was a good student, but on one particular day she was making the same mistake again and again. Udayan initially instructed calmly, but a point arrived when he lost patience and yelled in frustration at Vasavadatta calling her a hunch-backed ******. Upon hearing this Vasavadatta was shocked and she yelled back that a leper who had no idea who she was had no right to call her such names.

Udayan was so shocked to hear that, that he leaped and pulled the curtain down. Both were stunned to see each other and fell in love instantly.

Well, soon Yaugandharayana came in to the picture, whose mole approached the king at the right time, and arranged for the escape of Udayan and Vasavdatta, to reach safely back home at Kaushambi and “Vidhi-poorvak” (= ceremoniously) marry Vasavadatta.

Peace prevailed as in those times it was perfectly legitimate to abet a woman who wanted to marry her lover. So Pradyot accepted his daughter’s choice and the two states became friendly.