Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Simply Summer - With Chennai


Mercilessly hot- the temperature soars to higher degrees of comparison; leaving Chennaiites with a popular anecdote describing Chennai’s weather-”Hot, hotter, hottest!”  This is when the entire city begins in unison with its weather woes. What more- we are even subject to the blistering Kathri Veyyil (a term used to describe peak summer) usually during April and May when mercury levels are on an inexplicable upscale. Though trite, a must-utter statement each year is, “Oh this year is the hottest, last year was still better!” Despite all this, there are these summer-time tales that we continue to nurse- in fact they are the driving forces that help one weather the relentless weather!

Summer means a lot of things to all of us here. It’s that time of the year for fryums made out of both rice and sago. The heat is capitalized to make some crispy fryums. Terraces serve as good space for sun-drying some neatly strewn shapes of the rice/sago and chilly blend. Within just a few hours, the shapes- sometimes starry, sometimes curvy lines or even the shape of a parabola, are all ready to be dispatched for frying. They make for some crunchy accompaniments both for lunch and tea.

Summer also calls for mango revelry- both raw and ripe. The season kick-starts with some tender mangoes that taste heavenly both in brine and chilly laden pickles. They are fondly referred to as ‘vadumanga’ that just taste perfect with the trademark ‘thayir sadham’(curd rice). The King of fruits usually arrives a little later around early May- with varieties galore- Banganapalli, Salem Malgoa, Alphonse, Javadhi, etc.,

Just when the heat is raked up by all the mango indulgence, some road-side delights help one cool off. Those long tendons of slender cucumber find their way to the streets- vendors dot the city with heaps of parrot-green hued cucumber on their pushcarts. Not to forget the sugarcane juice with a hint of lime and ginger. The sugarcane juice vendors are a ubiquitous feature- one can spot them just when they feel like downing a glass of some natural sucrose. Oh yes, and tender coconuts and ice apples (nongu in Tamil) too, adding to the list of bounties available from nature. The sight of green-striped water melons and musk melons too are something that one cannot miss- thanks to the eye-catching display by their hawkers. The beaches are fun too- with their lip-smacking thenga-manga sundal (coconut and raw mango snack). With cone-shaped paper covers full of sundal, the beach is just the place to be- for a fresh, economical outing. Tall glasses of buttermilk laced with asafoetida are any day the preferred favourites that are prepared with ease, very much at home.

Prepping up for summer also means loads of cotton clothing in the wardrobe. Cotton Street on Pantheon Road, Egmore, Chennai, is invariably the city’s favourite cotton destination with choices aplenty both in design and material- choose from Kalamkaris, Bathiq prints, Jaipur Cotton, Mangalgiri, pure cotton, handloom and what not! This is something that the city’s dwellers could be proud of- A street full of easily affordable cotton textiles sold by the metre. 

Of course we have spas and beach resorts that have found their ground too, with more and more people flocking them. Yet, there’s nothing to beat the tried and tested, much simpler favourites, that are easier on pockets-year on year. It only goes to show that no matter what, we still have our good old ways of engaging with summer, and embrace it, in its stride!

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Plantain

As useful as the plantain tree
Methought I'd use it for the day's muse!
From the top to its bottom,
Brimming with utility
One in the backyard would mean no futility!
Its fruit both raw and ripe find their way to the kitchen;
So do its stem-plantainpith and its flower; in ripe red.
Oh and its wide lush green leaves-
Natural shields and plates for meals.
Fibrous strings off its leafy body
Used to wrap,
Not a part of it is considered crap!
If only it were able to speak,
Unlike humans,
It would humbly bow down
And whisper: Thank You for Using Me!

These are a few of my favorite things

The youngest kid featured in the lot asks :" Why don't I feel better?" With her face long and head down. And there's her sister- embracing her tight, singing along-the rest of the song: Raindrops and roses...
Julie Andrews then comes running with her arms open ready to embrace them all and make them feel better when they're sad. They laugh and make merry: with higher pitches of the song.

Her eyes teared up watching this video on YouTube recently. She had the same question as the youngest kid in the movie: Her question was real, off the reel- "Why don't I feel better?!" Of course those listed in the song were some of her favourites, yet she was waiting for something to happen. If only it did, she thought.  Until then she remembered some of her favourite things- her notebooks, paper, pens and words- and her Space. She remembered her favourite things- with tears welling up.

WHEN? Is the QUESTION!

A fresh set of newspapers had arrived. It was the beginning of a new month. 3 major publications of the country had been newly delivered as per special instruction. Until then she had devoted time for only of the dailies among the three. What the others published did not really matter to her for she was a blind reader of just one publication. There lie a journalist deep within her, but she stood no chance- for she had no corresponding academia backing her up. Thanks to a sensible set of mentors, that her reading canvas was broadened and writing was constructively criticised. Yet, there was no respite in terms of landing a career in any of these media houses. Reading multiple papers, was she to do a news analysis? How could she plot an escapade from her current boredom? Biting her teeth, she clenched her wrist- she felt a certain writhing pain that wasn't merely physical, but it was straight from the heart and mind that echoed in unison- "Get out of what you're doing- MOVE ON!"

Friday, March 28, 2014

Poetry in conversation

Quest for a change
Got them chancing upon each other
They found poetry lying latent
Deep within,
Awaiting an acknowledgement:
For they believed poetry needed an audience;
Words of encouragement
Laced with the right measure of crticism,
They look forward to their poetic spell!
The world was full of poetry to them;
Sorrow and mirth in equal portions
Only extracted more poetry from them
The 'quest' for another brought
Them together
Until then they had remained total strangers
Togetherness,  now, leading to POETRY!

Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Story behind those popping corns:-




Sunshine-hued pods are blended in an urn-like vessel with a few drops of oil and butter, a pinch of salt and turmeric powder and not to forget-a hint of spice to perk up the taste of the ubiquitously humble snack of the common man-king of corn, popcorn as it is fondly referred to. Introducing, a slice of their street-side life- which is quite unlike their elite presence in malls and multiplexes, that have variants in flavours- caramel, and powder-like embellishments that are tossed to crunchy perfection, of course priced almost ten times higher. “This is not something that one remembers to buy on a daily basis, in fact even you don’t buy this just as often”- quips a roadside popcorn vendor, Abdul Hameed; in the streets of Dhandeeshwaram Nagar, Velachery. When I had paused to buy a packet, I found the glass case in which the urn-like vessel is housed, totally empty with the light of the yellow tungsten bulb beaming through the glass case. Hameed is not done for the day yet, it was almost 9 pm. He had instead tossed in some corn kernels for a fresh bout of the crunchy snack. As the corn kernels are cooked, they automatically begin to pop out and form a heap within the glass case. While I stood watching that, I quiz him on how he gets the power supply for his machine- he points out to an electric line right above which connects with that of a vegetable shop. He shells out a few hundreds as daily rent to the owners of the vegetable shop for his daily existence there. My curiosity only grew when he said that. How much would he possibly make when a pack each costs only a negligible Rs.10/-?! He smiles wryly and says that he only makes about a 1000/- rupees every day. He adds that he has never considered increasing the rate unlike his peers in other locales; for he feels more people visit his stall and that’s exactly what he wants. Sliding some of the popped corn into a plastic cover, and sealing it with the heat emanating from the vessel, he tells me, that he has a floating population of buyers and that such stalls are at their economical best in crowded areas. Hameed, who comes from Taramani, is up and running with his stall at around 5pm daily; when he’s not selling corn, he’s out catering to some electrical and plumbing needs in various households only to make ends meet. Even as I am egging on for some details from him, I find that he is quite good at multi-tasking: While he happily answers my questions, he manages to dish out a cup of sweet corn for a customer in the neighbouring stall, whose owner had just stepped out for a break. This only goes to show the camaraderie that they share; I silently thought. I thank him for the packet of corn which had the following message: King of Corn, Popcorn, Keep Smiling, Have a nice dayJ. As I leave, he asks me, “Vera ethavathu message venuma (do you need any other piece of information)?”Quite like the message on the pack of popcorn he sells, I just return a smile.

Friday, March 21, 2014

Dear Visitor

It is pleasing to know that you have stopped by and left your footprints by way of comments. There could be these hits -just because somebody accidentally touched the link whilst scrolling past their newsfeed on Facebook or it could even be because their smartphone behaved cranky that they were taken to this page of mine as opposed to some other internet destination. Yet there are a handful of these visitors who bother to pause, imbibe the verse, sometimes even prose sprayed on my page, and what more, decipher some sense out of the web of words and leave a gratifying response. All I have to say is, Thank You. For the fact that you even consider coming to my page, which is my Serendipity. If the words strewn in are something that makes you relate to your experience, or rather if you feel doppelganged, or a certain dejavu, then understand my dear Visitor, that you just brought a curve on my cheeks. A gentle smile. It means the world to me- tiny pleasures,  for such a self-lover I am!