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About Ami Brishti Chai |
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by Atasi Sen |
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I happened to read a blog very interestingly named ‘Ami Brishti Chai...’ recently. I was wondering what could be the justification behind the name selection. Is it the author’s infatuation towards rain as I have or is it to lose tears in the rain unnoticed? Whatsoever, I found the blog to be very interesting because as I was reading it I could easily identify with the thoughts. The writer seemed to have poured out his heart through his pen revealing his taste for cricket and admiration for Sachin. That reminds me of my obsession for the same sport years ago in my school days, when Azhar and Shastri were at the zenith of their career, which made them settle upon the pages of my rejected copies to be pasted as very valuable pictures. My craze had reached to such an extent that in order to follow a cricket match commentary I had even risked to stealthily carry a transistor-set to school (which was against the rule) and dodged to the school infirmary complaining about a severe headache. I am quite a couch potato. Otherwise the few sports which I enjoy playing are table-tennis and badminton. Indoor sports activity means chess sessions and clearing carrom-boards mainly. My son seems to have inherited chess mainly from his paternal side but at times can make his papa get serious at the game too (with his mom’s guidance). The writer’s mention of food reminds me of those early days when I used to experiment with the edibles as well as the cooking accessories. Born to over-protective parents who have always pampered their only ‘princess’, having got the license to enter the kitchen only after marriage, I treated the food processing zone as my school’s Chemistry lab. Quite expectedly I lacked in the ability to create a proper dish and above that my creativity added on more to spoil the whole stuff. I don’t know whether it was the effect of the disastrous items put up on the table or my husband’s affection towards me which added on to keep me away from the kitchen. Months together after his return from the office we both would drive down to try diverse culinary cuisines at various food joints. I extend my gratitude to my very intimate friend Rubina, (a native of our foe nation Pak-i-stan) who had helped me a lot not only by training me to cook as well as by literally cooking and sending across dishes at my place, days together. My husband in his attempt to turn me into a good cook, (poor thing!) had himself become an expert at this skill (through quite a number of trial-and-errors though) and thereby seemed to spoil me even more. Then having migrated to Jordan where availability of Indian food was limited, I slowly started developing a knack for cooking. Indian food and flavour was new to the taste buds of the neighbourhood Jordanians. So with time and trials I am today regarded as a good cook to all the tongues I have catered to. (Now I don’t know whether I am at all sounding that convincing to my reader. If anybody has a doubt you are most welcome to try them all out --- chingri malai curry, chicken biriyani, mangsho kosha and also aloo posto, shukto, and moong dal (with narkel & koraishuti)and what not? ) (I fear the guest might be indecisive whether to leave at all!)
Wears, well the writer’s attitude towards clothing sounded so interesting may be because of his explicit simplicity. Plainness appeals me in conjunction with modesty. I prefer to go without makeup and move fresh faced instead. The concept of decorating oneself with heavy jewelleries somehow reminds me of a decked out Christmas tree! (I am still not through with this write-up but there is a need to leave today. Shall return soon to write more about that blog ‘Ami Brishti Chai...’.) |
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24-Jan-2014 | ||
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