tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29495481403313116242024-02-21T06:57:00.517-08:00Creative ChutneySnehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15286455105369857179noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949548140331311624.post-37240433141984379012012-03-31T23:06:00.000-07:002012-03-31T23:06:02.375-07:00Tangy Sweet Corn salad<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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all love American corn. Healthy and tasty!!! But I'm not a big fan of the corn sold in theaters and malls. I find the salted ones
too plain, and the flavored ones, too
buttery and artificially flavoured. So, I have my own corn salad recipe. Everybody
in my family likes this salad. My husband is not very fond of salads but even
he likes this one because it has a tangy taste. I serve it as a starter with
bites of salad leaves or some times use it as filler for canopies. This one is
for my friends who like it hot and spicy...<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> 2 cups packed American sweet corn<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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the sweet corn, green capsicum, chili and spring onions in oil for 5
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</div>Snehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15286455105369857179noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949548140331311624.post-48424780168868263822012-03-25T11:00:00.001-07:002012-03-26T02:02:05.250-07:00Cabbage Parcels<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<b> During
my overdue lunch last week with a group of friends, two of them asked me to
mail few healthy recipes. Then came the suggestion from a family member that
instead of sending them to individuals, why don’t I post them on my blog. Few
other friends who did not want to do hit and trial methods, before
standardization, immediately appreciated it. I decided to go ahead with this
idea, since cooking is an acquired hobby for me, which is always appreciated
and encouraged by family and friends for obvious reasons. </b><br />
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decided to go for something very easy, tasty and healthy as my first step. This
starter is very easy and convenient to cook. You can prepare it before hand. Just
steam it when you want to serve and gaze the surprise in everybody’s eyes when
different flavors hit the taste buds. So this is for Sumita and Parab and other
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<b><span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"> </span> </span>Cabbage-1 (try to get fresh
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<b>Make a paste (not very fine) of Thai chilies, garlic and ginger.<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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<b>Heat the oil in a pan and add the paste of chilies, garlic and ginger
when it is hot. Stir it and roast it a bit till the flavor starts coming. Now
add the keema and start cooking it. It will start releasing water. Add soya
sauce, fish sauce and brown sugar. Keep cooking till the water evaporates and
meat is granular. It will take 7-8 minutes.Remove it from the heat.<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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<b>Separate the cabbage leaves from the bud in a manner that whole leaf is
separated. Discard first 1-2 leaves. Take out 12-15 leaves for 300 gms. Keema.
Take a big pan and boil enough of water in it. Now dip one leaf at a time in
water while the water is still boiling. Dip it for two or three minutes and
remove from the boiling water with the help of a tong. Put it on a dry kitchen
towel and repeat the same procedure with another leaf. Basically this is to make
the cabbage leaves tender so that they can be folded easily. You have to make
all the leaves tender this way and let them dry on a towel. <o:p></o:p></b></div>
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<b>Take one leaf at a time. Trim the hard part of the leaf from where it
was attached to the bud. Put 2 teaspoons full of mix on the leaf and fold it
like a parcel. If your leaf is not tender enough and parcels are opening up,
you can secure them with the help of a toothpick.</b></div>
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and steam them for 10-12 minutes in a steamer. Serve them hot with any sauce or
dip of your choice, though I prefer hot garlic sauce or a mix of sweet and hot
chili sauce. <o:p></o:p></b></div>
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a box in the fridge and steam them when you want to serve. That is what I
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</div>Snehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15286455105369857179noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949548140331311624.post-11689571067352839682012-02-15T01:47:00.000-08:002012-02-19T09:05:10.180-08:00A Story Around Alphabets<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> A story woven around alphabets. Simple yet astonishing, that is how the calligraphy work of Nikeel Aphale can be described. It is fascinating to see letters expressing different human emotions. Medium is not a limitationn for him. On his blog <a href="http://leehkin.blogspot.com/" style="color: #1155cc;" target="_blank">leehkin.blogspot.com</a> , you can see his work in different mediums, even a green gravy in a plate in the form of calligraphy.<br /><br />Recently he wrote about a nameplate, which he made for us, on his blog. It is a functional art piece and projects the personality of the people living inside the house. Devnagari script has given an edge to this. It shows our belief in simplicity and Indian culture but at the same time the blue ink and white color of plate gives it a modern look.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br /><br />Matching the name plate’s look with the design of the door was the main challenge for him. I wanted him to incorporate the hand made tiles in some way, since these tiles were already present in the door. Nikheel did it tastefully. Every time I get a compliment for my nameplate, I thank him in my mind.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">co-ordination of door and name plate</td></tr>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br /><br />Another calligraphy painting done by Nikheel is adorning the wall of my living room. Harvest, the painting has golden glowing letters of roman script like the ripe wheat crop ready to be harvested. Imagination of an artist has no limits!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br /> <br /><br /><br />Nikheel is a graphic designer and calligrapher and so is his wife Maithili. While Maithili is more into organized work, Nikheel left his job and is concentrating on his art full time. He has exhibited in groups and his work got honor of mention in reputed art magazines. I wish him the best in future.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;">p.s.Credit for first two pictures to Nikheel</span></span><br />
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</div>Snehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15286455105369857179noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949548140331311624.post-55228526614548000312012-01-31T04:10:00.000-08:002012-01-31T04:10:02.423-08:00Animal Art<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><!--StartFragment--> <br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Times; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Times;">This is a much-delayed post. Many things happened in between. A close friend said good-bye forever, wedding in the family brought another member to family and welcomed the New Year with many new resolutions with family. One of them is to write the post on a regular basis. I hope I will not break this resolution, which usually happens with all of us.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Times; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Times;">After a long break, I was unable to decide what I should write about but a cow got me so inspired on my vacation that I want to dedicate my first post of New Year to it. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Times; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Times;">On a short holiday, away from chilling winters of Delhi, I was feeling more rejuvenated and full of enthusiasm, my usual self. During one of our shopping tours I saw this cow. The moment I saw it, I wanted to take it home. It was looking so pious and angelic, quite different from my other cows, which are more hoity and fashionable!!! <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Times; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Times;">Yes! I am talking about my ceramic cows and stone bull.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Times; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Times;">Two years back, on a tour to Jaipur with my daughter, we stopped at a stone craft shop on the way. Outside the shop, few damaged pieces were lying. One of them was a grey bull, which drew our attention. Its one horn was broken. The look on its face was, “my horn is damaged but it’s not my fault!” We decided to take it home despite the shop owner’s warning that damaged statues are inauspicious. Of course, it is unlucky but only for the statues because they are ignored. It found a graceful place in my balcony, sitting there like the owner of the small green territory.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Three fashionistas</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Times; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Times;">The new member to my cow family, whom I had earlier mentioned, has a more mature look. She is very simple and unlike the three fashionistas sitting in the living room, she seems to have more of a bovine persona. She has a peaceful aura around herself. When I look carefully, it seems that she has just got up from her meditation session. Her simplicity is impressive. She does not seem to like the company of my fashion conscious cows. I was thinking of making her sit next to my stone bull, but I realized that probably he will not like to share his space with a new member and his male ego may get hurt. Besides this, she looks strong emotionally, but physically, she doesn’t look strong enough to bear the severe weather conditions. After all, she has the female fragility too.<o:p></o:p></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">“<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Har ek friend zaruri hota hai” we all love this advertisement because we all love our friends. We bump into them in the early years of life and are glued to them throughout our life. This is one relationship, which has different stages, flavours and maturity levels but no caste or status barriers. Inspired by this commercial, I thought of categorizing all my friends. </span></span><span style="font-family: Times;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Childhood friends were with whom I shared my tiffin and pocket money and competed with for the teacher’s attention. We also cried together over tough exams and bad marks. Unfortunately, I lost them touch with me as we grew older and our lives took different courses.</span></span><span style="font-family: Times;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">As I grew into an adult, I got a new set of friends. They were full of energy, josh and enthusiasm. We wanted to touch the sky with our dreams. Life was so promising and beautiful. Never worried by anything, we were always in a hurry to get what we wanted. All our mischiefs and adventures still bring a smile to my face. Thanks to Facebook, I found one of them. Let’s hope, that enthusiasm is still persistent should we ever meet again.</span></span><span style="font-family: Times;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">As I moved from school to college and from college to university, I was lucky to have a new group of friends. This was the most worrisome and fun filled period of life. Tension to submit the assignments and experiment files on time, pressure to do well in exams, big question-what after college. But amongst all these growing tensions, we found reasons and time to have fun. We bunked classes, shared our crushes, sneaked out of hostel without out pass to watch movies and did all the possible things to make the </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">rival group’s life difficult.</span></span><span style="font-family: Times;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I am fortunate to be in constant touch with these friends and when we meet, we are back to being the same mischievous young girls within seconds. Our families are often surprised to watch their composed mothers and wives go into fits of laughter and behave like carefree juveniles.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">As I grew older and got married, I met new people at every new station wherever my husband was posted. Many of them became good family friends. Few of these friends, who were experienced, helped us find solutions to trivial issues of family life. As time passed, we lost contact with some but few became friends for life. They are always there for us in times of happiness as well sorrow. </span></span><span style="font-family: Times;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">As parenthood arrived, so did new friends: parents of our daughters. These friendships arose as a result of logistical conveniences and later developed into deeper relationships. We wanted to be the best parents. We arranged birthday parties, picnics, fancy dresses, pick ups and drops of our kids; school projects; annual days; PTAs; hobby classes; swimming competitions etc. as we worked tirelessly for happiness in our little ones’ eyes. If they were happy, so were we. </span></span><span style="font-family: Times;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">As children grew older, their friends changed and so did these “parent” friends. In this journey of parenting, I found few friends for life. Even if our kids grew apart, our friendship matured with time. However, at this stage when kids are now young adults, we don’t meet their friend’s parents. Complexity of age and generations! </span></span><span style="font-family: Times;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">As my daughters have grown up, I have found two honest friends at home, who do not shy away from criticizing me like a true friend does but at the same time they stand by me when I need their support.</span></span><span style="font-family: Times;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Besides all of these friends, I have my relative friend, doctor friend, neighbour friend, artist friend, dress designer friend, hairdresser friend and so many other friends whom I meet very often in my daily life. With many of them my relationship is professional but very friendly!</span></span><span style="font-family: Times;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I give credit to every friend of mine for making this world beautiful, for bearing my undue demands at odd hours, for sharing their joys and supporting me in my difficult times. I can’t imagine life without them. Afterall, har ek friend zaroori hota hai!</span></span><span style="font-family: Times;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Gurgaon or the millennium city, a town of aspirations and hopes! Migrants came from different countries, states and cities to fulfill their dreams. It embraced everybody with open arms on its path to development. They all brought a part of their culture with them and tried to live that. Before the development of new Gurgaon, we had never heard of Durga Puja and Ganesh Chaturthi being celebrated in this city. But now it has become an annual celebration. A true cosmopolitan city! <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Whenever I think about Gurgaon, another culture that comes to mind is mall culture. Swanky malls with national and international brands attracting people of different economic backgrounds. Malls have also contributed to culture by offering Christmas discounts and Holi bonanza. I cannot forget the time of the 2011 Cricket World Cup Tournament. All the malls had put up big TV screens for viewers and euphoria was perceptible when India won the match. It was like a flash mob. People were dancing uninhibitedly till four in the morning.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Besides all these, another type of culture is developing in this town is “Art Culture”. Very few people know about this. Many prominent artists of our country have made this city their address. They have either their residences or their studios in this town. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Gurgaon can always boast of Bharti Kher’s Art factory in Udhyog Vihar and husband Subodh Gupta’s state of the art studio with storage space for his shinning steel utensils or Arun Kumar HG’s Eco sensitive studio close to sector 55. Jagannath Panda’s studio at sector 54 also enhances the arty culture of Gurgaon.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Thukral and Tagra, of T&T, who have their studio in sector 23, were probably the first one to move here. Contemporary Indian ceramic artist Vineet Kacker’s studio in DLF Phase 2 is the place where he brings soul to the clay. Pottery designer Anju Kumar operates from her studio in Sushant lok 1. Mukul Goyal who is famous for utility based steel figures is also now a ‘Gurgaonite’.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">All this brings another dimension to the city. Epicentre- a cultural centre, Devi Art Foundation and so many art galleries are like jewels of the crown of this young and unorganized city.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhudZlfE3loiNKEiuw4KciirpTM_Qrv0iBWUfWeHd-bHqtrG152-WzaeXwwWeO8hYIoQK66jXQgbXgjS_ggdvpF5STriWLyNWakGMED7d7o35-j_5NexKkh066g_cbr7SZDoYxDoiOm4qc/s1600/devi+art+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhudZlfE3loiNKEiuw4KciirpTM_Qrv0iBWUfWeHd-bHqtrG152-WzaeXwwWeO8hYIoQK66jXQgbXgjS_ggdvpF5STriWLyNWakGMED7d7o35-j_5NexKkh066g_cbr7SZDoYxDoiOm4qc/s320/devi+art+1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGGXFON0aZ4PkOnHdObnODsmxBLVPMw0eXcqFj6z0SbE2ocxNavyoFKsym4CQzJmJwQg8e0BtrkcX6PnknenI6RY9cLiuSK4u5baR9QJtetxWLLfq34HhyphenhyphenZoTRHxOkWJ2P7iX866leK9I/s1600/kingdom+of+dreams1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="137" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGGXFON0aZ4PkOnHdObnODsmxBLVPMw0eXcqFj6z0SbE2ocxNavyoFKsym4CQzJmJwQg8e0BtrkcX6PnknenI6RY9cLiuSK4u5baR9QJtetxWLLfq34HhyphenhyphenZoTRHxOkWJ2P7iX866leK9I/s320/kingdom+of+dreams1.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="font-size: 16pt;">People come with lot of expectations and lack of infrastructure disappoints them, but nobody can stop us from having dreams. After all we have kingdom of dreams only in our city!<o:p></o:p></span></div></div>Snehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15286455105369857179noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949548140331311624.post-10892452449828828932011-08-03T22:49:00.000-07:002011-08-03T23:30:04.433-07:00A primary school project<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div class="MsoNormal">A few years back, I had gone for a parent-teacher meeting to my younger daughter’s school. Discovering your child was the challenge for the parents. Students of this pre-primary class had made cards for their families. Parents had to locate their respective ward’s card. This particular card brought smile and inquisitiveness on everybody’s faces.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">“My mother makes lovely cakes<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">My father eats and sleeps<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">My sister gives me lots of hugs”<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">That is how my little one explained her family without knowing that when her father came home, he was on leave from his out-station postings. It was not easy for me to explain her observation to teachers and other parents. That little girl has grown up now and is going to a residential school within next few days.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">She is unable to hide her enthusiasm for her new school, new friends, new place to live and most importantly for her newly achieved freedom where no parent is around to hassle her. But I am worried. Will she be able to deal with everything? Will she get lost in her new surroundings? We all go through this when our children want to sail alone in the wild sea. For me this is déjà vu. Same feelings rushed to my heart and mind when my elder daughter left home for her boarding school and then for college. I held myself that time, and will be able to do the same again.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Memories take me 17 yrs. back, the day this bundle of joy had arrived bringing happiness to everybody in the family. Till today she is the baby of the family who can drive everybody mad with her negligence and at the same time can bring a smile on everybody’s faces with her jovial mannerisms. That mischievous look in her little eyes, which I adored when she was younger, is still persistent. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal">I have tried to preserve her childhood innocence hidden in her primary school projects. She made lovely cards on my birthdays and lovely biscuit cakes (she could only manage that without any help) on mother’s day. It is a different matter that she always wanted a return gift for her hard work. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">There will be a void at home without her. There will be no noise of our TV or music, no nagging for going out with her friends, nobody to argue with to prove her point of view and if not accepted, then furious. But at the same time there will be nobody forever ready to help the whole world, nobody to hug me over small issues, nobody to welcome even the smallest gestures of gratitude from others. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">But her innocence, her ability to speak her mind naively is intact. I wonder if the world around her will appreciate it or hate her for this. This concern will always worry me because the ways of this world are very strange.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Maybe one day she will be able to take a few underprivileged kids to McDonald’s for a treat with her own money to let them experience every child’s favorite eating place. That’s her current dream! <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">This quote from my previous post has remained with me. Whenever I look at this painting by Rahul Mukherjee, ”To Be Or Not To Be” I go back to my childhood. A Fox running away from sour grapes, a young child flying the kite (an activity enjoyed by all of us), Gandhiji preaching ahimsa lessons and acrobats doing stunts in the air mesmerizing us.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">But like any adult, I too, draw interpretations from these characters. The fox and sour grapes represent the aspirations, which are not achieved. The child flying a kite is aiming to reach the sky. Gandhiji is symbolizing all moral values we learnt while growing up but his shadow represents the confusion caused by the gradual changes in social values. In my opinion, the acrobats are the thoughts rushing to our minds.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Mukherjee’s paintings represent the conflicts in an individual’s life or in a society. It may be the difference in values of a child and an adult or the conflict in the values of real life and ideal life. All his paintings depict a young boy, representing the thought process of a young Mukherjee, who does not understand the startling hypocrisy of mankind.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">All of Rahul Mukherjee’s works, acrylic or watercolor have another prominent character, “shadow”, which redefines the concept of science through his own medium. The shadows in his paintings don’t follow the laws of light. According to Mukherjee, they are the psychological mirror of an individual. There is no confinement of the expressions for an artist! <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">It happens to all of us at a time in life when we cannot identify with the opportunist value system of our surroundings and wish to go back to unfussy and innocent childhood again. I wish the idea of time machine takes shape someday in real.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">As a faculty member at fine arts faculty at M.S.University(Vadodara), he is playing the role of a guru in true sense by starting HUB- a platform for budding artists. </span></div><!--EndFragment--> </div>Snehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15286455105369857179noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949548140331311624.post-47030454271652594252011-07-15T23:17:00.000-07:002011-07-16T01:19:18.214-07:00Wirey Circus<div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Our generation is very smart”. My daughters have told me n number of times whenever I admire their skills and awareness. I do agree with them and the process of evolution of human mind.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But what happens when something goes wrong?</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“You know it’s the fault of our genes” comes the reply with lightening speed.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Why are they not ready to credit their genes for their better skills?</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A generation gap has to be maintained for the sake of argument.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But I am sure Alexander Sandy Calder must have thanked his grandfather and father for providing him with the genome of a super talented artist. What if he tried to deviate from the family occupation? In fact, his deviation brought another dimension to his artistic skills: application of physics in his abstract kinetic sculptures with moving parts. According to Calder, who was a qualified engineer, to an engineer good enough means perfect. With an artist there is no such thing as perfect.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mobile, circus, wire, jewelry and physics associated with an artist! Amazing effects! That’s how we can describe Alexander Calder, who changed the course of modern art. Calder tried to bring art in common man’s life by making jewelry with wires. Maybe he had this futuristic idea of high gold price and popularity of funky and chunky jewelry among young generation!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But his real magic was a circus in a suitcase, which was inspired by a real circus. I love the drawings of his circus characters he made before giving them 3d shape with wire, rubber, cork, buttons, bottle caps, wood and other objects he found close by. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">These drawings prints are gift from some one very dear to me. Everytime I look at these posters, they bring a smile on my face. As if the acrobat is going to lead all the other characters in performing the task their creator had assigned them in his circus. The two dimensional sketches have a magical effect on everybody who takes a look at them.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Maybe it was a child inside Alexander, which inspired him to make his “Cirque Calder”.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The reluctance to put away childish things may be a requirement of genius- Rebecca Pepper Sinkler.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Alexander Calder a true genius who inculcated art in every part of life, a toy, pot, tapestry, jewelry, painting, installations </span><a href="http://www.kn.pacbell.com/wired/fil/pages/listalexandemr1.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">stabile</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> or a mobile.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Should craftsmen be considered artists? When cooking or making people laugh or cry can be an art then why is there a distinction between a craftsman and an artist?</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Perhaps because they are always considered lesser children of the art world? For me every person is an artist in some way or another and anything, which is, hand made shows human creativity and imagination. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I always consider colorful kilims as beautiful artwork of artists from Afghanistan. I don’t know and do not want to know the detailed quality check and classification of these colorful rugs. For me each one is an art piece in itself.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The rustic look of kilim as compared to carpet has always been an attraction for me. The geometrical designs, which are not up to perfection, like those in carpets, add another dimension to the artistic effect of the creation. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The colorful designs show the zest for life in deserted hills, snow clad mountains and not so desirable war beaten living conditions. I always wonder which factor motivates these artists/craftsmen to use such vibrant colors? Just a look at their work big or small makes one lively and cheerful and believe more in the possibilities and hopes of life.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgymO3FMw-F4mol-e9cFcqlP3nYY0aeoN1_fCyw3c-z6bMPkXWJGpR4bcPs3ASvQF5p_IdUu6T1GlL2hP1SCuPFIee6nGiA62p2ntXu6qA73Xu98tEz4l1Z5XFyueWbW32iiMoWVtjPEfk/s1600/DSC_0676.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgymO3FMw-F4mol-e9cFcqlP3nYY0aeoN1_fCyw3c-z6bMPkXWJGpR4bcPs3ASvQF5p_IdUu6T1GlL2hP1SCuPFIee6nGiA62p2ntXu6qA73Xu98tEz4l1Z5XFyueWbW32iiMoWVtjPEfk/s320/DSC_0676.JPG" width="320" /></span></a></div><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">And as I end this post, my daughter walks in reading her favorite quote from the </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Dune</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">, “Hope clouds observation”.</span><o:p></o:p></div><!--EndFragment-->Snehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15286455105369857179noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2949548140331311624.post-16736155175819335302011-06-21T06:11:00.000-07:002011-06-21T06:11:15.308-07:00Do Monkeys Have Taste Buds?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><!--StartFragment--> <br />
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</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Finally! I have taken a much needed break from my hectic professional life which involved preparing and serving food to corporate clients while using application of science behind the age old practice of kitchen craft. My years of higher education in science were finally of some use. The chemical reactions came rushing back to my brain as I struggled to get the perfect combination of the ingredients in my pantry. Chemistry was able to explain simple theories involved in making food but the bigger question is, did my clients have even the slightest idea of the science involved? Or were they only interested in the tastes?</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Despite numerous efforts, my mind refuses to change its old habit of unearthening the science behind any and everything, even the most mundane activities. It might seem like a funny topic to start a blog with, but the left lobe of my brain is pressing hard on this question.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Do monkeys have taste buds? Is that too weird of a question? I am curious to know. And I’ll tell you why. Yesterday, my balcony was hijacked by a big fat monkey who ate away all my green, raw organic tomatoes and eggplants that I had grown with great effort and a very expensive gardener, in my little terrace kitchen garden. I don’t know whether this vicious creature liked those juicy vegetables or not, but it sure wasted them all. And now I’m worried that if that fat monkey liked the taste of tomatoes, it will be back for more. Thank god I grow ginger in the adjoining pots!!! Or should I say, thank science!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Now what is the relation between monkeys and ginger’s pungent taste? And do monkeys know this relation and behave accordingly? That is again a question to ponder on.</span><o:p></o:p></div><!--EndFragment--> </div>Snehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15286455105369857179noreply@blogger.com1