Like Plato, Žižek uses allusions to the unclean to alert the reader to how repugnant, discordant facts can undercut a particular vision of reality. He also expands the use of the metaphor of filth to call our attention to something else closer to his heart: the failings of our modern political discourse. Bacon warned us of intellectual intemperance, but Žižek uses references to the unclean to warn us of modern political intemperance. In the cases of Plato, Bacon and Žižek, the philosophical issue raised is about boundaries and the implications of transgressing them.

In the unclean, Žižek finds the ultimate metaphor for the dumbing down of political thought and speech, a way of understanding the collapse of modern political discourse – itself an echo of Plato’s critique of the false, that is, ‘sophistical’ use of political language – in which ‘public vulgarity’ is used without shame.

He begins his argument with a scene from a surreal film from 1974 in which people at a dinner party defecate in public:

We probably all remember the scene from Luis Buñuel’s The Phantom of Liberty in which relations between eating and excreting are inverted: people sit at their toilets around the table, pleasantly talking, and when they want to eat, they silently ask the housekeeper: ‘Where is that place, you know?,’ and sneak away to a small room in the back.

Political figures today, Žižek argues, are committing the verbal equivalent of this public defecation. They are violating traditional, unwritten rules and boundaries that are used to guide public conduct by making outrageous statements that were once taboo. ‘They are a clear sign of the regression of our public sphere,’ he writes in Newsweek in 2016. ‘Accusations and ideas that were till now confined to the obscure underworld of racist obscenity are now gaining a foothold in official discourse.’ And citing Georg Hegel’s notion of Sittlichkeit – the ‘the thick background of (unwritten) rules of social life … that tell us what we can and cannot do’, Žižek further observes that ‘These [unwritten] rules are disintegrating today: what was a couple of decades ago simply unsayable in a public debate can now be pronounced with impunity.’

A discharge of verbal political filth has changed the public sphere into a kind of collective public toilet for language users – lurid speeches full of nasty ignorance, blatant vulgarity and raw prejudice. Plato and Žižek, with some tacit support from Bacon, use the notion of the unclean in similar ways to offer, implicitly, practical advice about how humans should conduct themselves: be wary of intemperately overstepping limits by chasing overweening ambitions, whether intellectual or political, which soil clear thinking and logic, and/or corrupt language, politics and ethics. Discussions of lowly filth, and all of its disgusting variations, are not merely the province of vulgarians, but seem to offer life lessons for everyone, not just philosophers.IMG-20190419-WA0031

ALANKARA – Steps of a musical journey.

O, how I have tried and sung these permutations and combinations and repeated them for every note.

As a child it was such a task trying to remember the basic 7 notes. Writing them in an language unknown. As a five year old I would forget what comes after what. I would know the tune of the note, how it would sound but couldn’t utter the right name at the right time. It was always a pleasure learning under the guidance of my Guru, Neeta Maushi.

A childlike delight obtained at the thought of racing up and down the flight of stairs of notes. Jumping up and skipping two steps to go ahead.. Turn around and try it again holding hands of further notes and continuing to frolic till one reached the top of the flight only to come down gliding on a slide.

Or like building a sand castle.. Beginning with a little dune.. Putting your foot inside and patting sand on it from both sides. Hoping to build the tiny mound into a mountain particle by particle and then taking the foot out slowly sometimes the sand trickles down bit by bit and sometimes it comes down – all of it – suddenly.

Holding on to these notes and feel them slip through your fist, through your fingers
slowly and giving a slight tickle and a longing to gather it again only to find the notes come out one by one.. Some Slow .. Some fast..

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Like feeling the sand slip under your feet as each wave caresses the beach

Running through the fields, your hair brushing softly against your cheeks, grass blowing at your feet..












Walking on crisp dried leaves while trying to avoid waking them.

Sitting on a swing and flying yet coming back each time. Hair in the wind, everything about you rising and falling in a blur..

Like chasing Rainbow filled soap bubbles..

Or trying to catch raindrops on your tongue.













A bird circling the skies, lapping wings rhythmically, gliding, soaring.

Like watching the landscape run by through the window of a train.

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Like watching stars on a dark night.

Sitting still listening to silence and whispering dreams.


Sa Ga Re Ga Re Sa..
Sa Ni Dha Ni Sa Ni Dha Pa, Ni Dha Pa…

Does it make sense.. It will..

Right now it just feels nice..

Keep on singing one note at a time..




Picture courtesy- Internet



Most of us know there is more to life than pleasure, yet it is all too easy to choose our experiences for the sake of pleasure.
For many of us, though, interesting experiences are more rewarding than pleasurable experiences. Interesting experiences spark the mind in a way that stimulates and lingers. They can also be easy to come by – sometimes just a sense of curiosity is needed to make an activity interesting.

Look around, feel the pull, and cherish the interesting.


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When we call something ugly, we say something about ourselves – and what we fear or dread.
During times of conflict, any threat or enemy can be uglified and thus generalised.
An individual can get lumped into an ‘ugly’ group by an arbitrary feature – a yellow armband, or a black headscarf – depending on the eye of the beholder.
While ‘ugly’ can be latched on to virtually anything, the word’s slippery legacy brands bodies, and can suggest more about the observer than the observed.
As Frank Zappa sang, the ‘ugliest part of your body’ is not your nose or your toes but ‘your mind’

What about all those women?

What about all those women?


who are ignored just because they are a woman

who are gazed upon long and hard just because they are a woman

who are treated as dumb idiots just because they are a woman

who bear what the culture treats as normal just because they are a woman

who are shamed for being fat or thin or because they are dark skinned

who hope and wait for love and appreciation

who don’t have a choice of what to do, say or even think

who have to respect and blindly follow what their father, brother or society says

who toil in fields and walk miles to fetch water and firewood

Who sweep the streets and sort garbage

who drop out of school

who are unaware their names exist as benificiaries of some NGO

who has handed them loans and are doing well, on paper

who are the only ones who care for their children

who slog all their lives and nobody gives a damn for their efforts

who don’t live enough to be born as girls and grow as women

who find it difficult to find work

who face indecency at work

who are not paid enough

who have no right to save or keep their hard earned money

who are assumed of using wrong means to get ahead at work

who don’t have a choice about getting married

or about having sex and are victims of rape

who think husbands have the right to beat them

who serve him and the in-laws, no matter what happens

who have heard stories of their mother being beaten by her mother in law or worse

who don’t know what identity, equality, voice and strength mean

who are not active on Facebook, what’s app or Instagram

who will never say Me too

who are trying to escape judgments, constantly answering questions

my mother, my sisters, my friends

All those women I know and those I don’t…


Do they know it’s women’s day today?

Will it change their lives? When and How?











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Merry Christmas 🎅

I’ve had enough. Too many people asking me again and again to give them a Christmas cake recipe. I’m not gonna type again, so here it is.

*Recipe For Christmas Rum Cake*

1 or 2 bottles of rum
1 cup butter
1/8 tsp. sugar
2 large eggs
1 cup dried fruit
baking powder
1 tsp. baking soda
lemon juice
brown sugar

Before you start, sample the rum to check for quality.
Select a large mixing bowl or measuring cup, etc. Check the rum again. It must be just right!
*To be sure the rum is of the highest quality, pour 1 level cup of rum into a glass and drink it as fast as you can. Repeat.*

With an electric mixer, beat butter in large fluffy bowl. Add 1 seaspoon of thugar and beat again. Meanshile, it’s important to make sure the rum is of the finest quality— *try another cup.*

Open the second quart of rum if necessary. Add 1 arge leggs, 2 cups of fried druits and bleat till high.
If the druits get stuck in the beats, just pru it luse with a drewscriver. *Important is to Shample the rum agen for cinshcistincy.*

Nexst, sift 3 cups of saalt and feffer (it really doesn’t matter). *Shample the wum agein.*

Sift 1 pint of leemon goose, add 1 bablespun of brouuwn thugar, of whateve color tou can find. Migx well. Grease oven, tourn cake pan to 350 greeds.

Noe, poeur the whole mess sinto the boven and ake.
*Cheq the crum agen and gwo to bed.*

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Merry Christmas 🎅



Woven Dreams

I love poetry.

Since school days and later as I studied English literature for my graduation and post graduation I had the habit of writing down some of the poems that really appealed to me at that time.

I love Shelley, Wordsworth, W. B Yeats, Rabindranath Tagore, Sarojinidevi Naidu, Amrita Pritam, Nissim Ezekiel, Kamala Das, Rilke, Arun Kolhatkar, Borkar, Shanta Shelke, Kusumagraj, Vinda Karandikar, Sudhir Moghe, DaSu Vaidya, Mangala Pataskar … the list is endless…

Wondering what to write next and browsing through some of my old books I find poems I have lovingly written down.

Most of the poems have the authors mentioned but then two pages of my own scribbling caught my attention. These are peoms written about the Dhaka Muslin Sarees!

Beautiful poems about the beautiful sarees which are poetry woven in thread.

The image of a Bengali beauty, is the one created by Rabindranath Tagore perhaps, The woman with sindoor in her hair and draped in a Dhakai saree. The expressions, emotions of these women have been immortalized by the lyrical stories and the poetry. Even today one quickly remembers all our beautiful Bengali heroines from Sharmila Tagore, Mrinal sen, Nutan to Kajol, Rani Mukherjee or Asihwarya and Priyanka Chopra, Vidya Balan playing Bengali characters in various hindi and Bengali films! Remember ‘Hawaa mein udta Iaaye, mere Lal dupatta malmal’ ka!  Could this malmal’ be the Dhakai’ malmal’ ?!

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My love for sweet Bengalis, Bengali sweets and Arts and Music was greatly influenced by my teacher, Mentor, Cinematographer, Rothindranath Chowdhary daaknaam’ – Pintu Chowdhary.

Also I had many Bengali friends in college. (Truly interesting characters, but will talk more about them some other time) Thanks to all of them I understand the language and can speak a bit too.

I also had a great chance to understand ‘Rabindra Sangeet’ as a part of an assignment. I would visit the old Bengali Babu, every weekend for six months and spend hours with, Mr. Anjan Das Gupta, who would narrate stories of ‘Robindranath Thakur’ sing his songs and explain what they meant. Also I would be fed ‘Macher Zhol’, ‘Doi Bhat’, and loads of Mishti !!

Those were the days when I had no access to computers and would borrow a Pentax K 1000 from Dada once in a while. I had recorded some of our discussions in a little Walkman cum recorder but after numerous change of homes and work places I have lost the precious tapes.

I do not know the author of this beautiful work. I have not written the name of the book or the poet but I am tempted to share some of those.

I will quote from my notes-

From various historical accounts, folklore and religious texts, it appears that very fine fabrics were available in Bengal as far back as the first century BCE. Once such celebrated fabric of the subcontinent is the Jamdani of Dhaka (present day Bangladesh).

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The Jamdani or the Dhakai Saree is the ancient weaving techniques of Bengal, with the gossamer like “Muslin” produced here since the 14th century. The Jamdani weave therefore represents over two thousand years of continuous aesthetic evolution that blends different artistic influences.

At its best, the Muslin was so light and fine that one yard of this fabric weighed barely 10 grams and a full six yards of the fabric could pass through a ring of the index finger.

Woven Dreams 1In 1840, Dr. Taylor, a British textile expert, wrote: “Even in the present day, notwithstanding the great perfection which the mills have attained, the Dhaka fabrics are unrivalled in transparency, beauty and delicacy of texture.”

The Muslin was legendary because a 5-meter long Muslin fabric could be squeezed into a match box!

Woven Dreams 2‘Jam’ in Persian means flower and ‘Dani’ means vase, thus the motifs used in Jamdani weaving are mostly flowers and creepers ‘Asawali’. The mango motif is widely used as symbol of fertility, growth and marital bliss. The Lotus, ‘Pradeep’ or Lamp, ‘Mor’ peacock and ‘Tota Maina’ are woven painstakingly on the cotton cloth with fine texture.

Woven Dreams 3Dhakai saris are woven in soft and bright hues – beiges, blues, reds, off whites with borders of creepers, birds and intricately designed pallus.

Small ‘boottis’ (circular or oval motifs) in different colours add zest to light backgrounds.

Fine muslin with weaves of grass green, sky blue, lemon yellow, hot pink or midnight blue running through the borders and pallus.

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Delicately spun cotton (the kind of saris that fit into matchboxes) with flowers blooming all over.

Elegant black saris with thin gold thread – stars and moonbeams illuminating a night sky… Nature in all its loveliness woven into cloth – what more could one ask for?

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Now there are two things on my mind, to find out who has written this beautiful poetry about the soft ‘malmal’ threads and to drape myself in one of these woven dreams!

Saree detail photos- Sourced from the Internet.. Text added by Swapna Pataskar
Poet- Unknown





How do you listen to Music?

At the Sawai Gandhara Bhimsen MahotsavPhoto – Atul Patil

Some people just love music. A few blessed souls can sing, dance or play an instrument. The others are a part of a sensitive audience. Listening to music gives them goose bumps. And some people don’t sing even in the bathroom, not in their wildest dreams.

A very few people can’t stand any kind of music. Roughly 3 to 5 percent of the world’s population has an apathy toward music. There are a handful of these people who have a non-sensitive ear for music. It’s what’s referred to as specific ‘musical anhedonia’ —different from general anhedonia, which is the inability to feel any kind of pleasure and which is often associated with depression.

Their brains must be wired differently. So does Muses’ (Mousai) one of the nine sister goddesses of music, song, dance and the other arts the goddess of Music according to the Greeks or Devi Saraswati not bless some souls?!

I know quite a few people who have no understanding of music, let’s say Indian classical music but they enjoy listening it. When I say no understanding I mean they may not specifically be able to identify the Raga, the notes or the rhythm / Taal of the composition but they thoroughly enjoy the music. The same may be said about most of the listeners of Indian Film music. The music is appreciated by these people because they like the tune, the lyrics, the Film, the Heroine or the Hero on whom the song has been picturised. They may even love the song because that was the first film they saw as a child or after they were engaged.

Such people love the song so much that they have watched the film for an amazing number of times just to see the song. I know one friend who watched ‘Ek do teen’ on the video cassette of ‘Tejab’ on a VCR so many times that the part of the cassette was almost erased! Another friend had heard ‘Din Dhal Jaye’ for months on loop after a heartbreak! So what is it that some people would repeatedly listen to happy songs and some immerse themselves in Gazals and soulful sad songs?

‘Gazals are for the sad lovelorn people’, declares a friend who has been a witness to many a friend crying their heart out for some Shabab over Sharab and Shayri.

Well each of us has our own choice of music. It is a part of exposure and conditioning. Some enter a trance while listening to EDM, some find peace in head banging and listening to ACDC at sound levels that would give a headache or even a heart attack to a few others!

I don’t want to get into the argument of whether Lata mangeshkar is great or is Madonna or Beatles or Pink Floyd.

I just want to note that each of us takes our dose of music differently. Some on a daily basis, some on weekends, some on their way home or office, some play music on radio in the background as they complete their daily chores. Irrespective of the artist or the Genre of music that one listens to I am genuinely intrigued by the audience.

Today was the second day of the Sawai Gandharva Bhimsen Mahotsav, the biggest festival of classical music in India, organized every year by the Arya Sangeet Prasarak Mandal which was founded by Bharat Ratna Pt. Bhimsen Joshi. Like the previous 64 years this festival of music is organized at the New English School Raman Baug ground. 

Well known as the ‘Sawai Gandharva Sangeet Mahotsav’ this mega music fest, enjoys patronage of music lovers from all around the world.

What is it that makes thousands of people attend a music festival for the last 64 years?

Each artist acknowledges that she/he loves Pune, loves the Audience in Pune. And the audience eagerly awaits every winter for the dates of the concert to be announced. New singers feel blessed to perform on this stage and veteran artists consider they are in the holy land of Music. Pune has given us numerous stalwarts in the field of music and arts.

So do they listen to music because they are happy or does listening to music make them happy?

Audience sure loves to feel emotions like happiness, excitement, and joy. They love to sing along and tap their feet or to get up and dance.

But then why do some people love those who croon the senti’ types of songs? Why do we listen to the deep sonorous voice sing Marwa or Bhairavi? And again how do we listen to it.

The audience attending such performances have their own styles and reasons. There are always different types of people in the Audience – ‘Hawshe, Nawshe Gawshe’ is the apt description in Marathi. The most important thing is that each of these people are excited and open to experiencing an musical experience over the next few days.

People reach the venue hours in advance sometimes even before the organisers themselves.

Old men and women, who can barely walk, supported by walking sticks or relatives arrive in time to catch hold of seats near the exits or the nearest toilets. Women even bring in their knitting or clothes they have to daft. Seated in one corner an elderly woman rolls cotton onto her palms to make wicks soaked in the musical notes.

By the time the show is about to begin the traffic around the venue and leading to it is completely chaotic. There are buses plying from every corner of the city to the venue especially for this music festival.

Rickshaws manage to enter the tiny street that is already lined with two wheelers parked on both sides. The reserved parking lot is filled and vehicles are parked on every lane every road in the entire area.

Anxious people wait in long serpentine queues. They have not been able to buy the tickets earlier and now they are not sure if they will be able to get in. People exchange stories and experiences of concerts they have heard earlier.

The entire area is decked up as a Shamiyana’, covered on the sides and the roof lined with tin sheets and colourful cloth. There is a row of beautiful glass chandeliers. It feels like entering a Royal Durbar’ or the ‘Sawai Mahal’. In the past Kings and Royals would be entertained by the best performers and every one of the audiences is sure to get that feeling. There is an air of excitement and anxiety.


The chairs and sofas are occupied by the respective ticket holders. There is a special category of seating in this concert – The ‘Bhartiya Baithak’ which is sitting on the ground level. The people who sit down in the ‘Bharatiya Biathak’ often come in with an extra carpet or a bedspread or a shawl. They lay it down and reserve their territory. Each colourful patch is then reserved for that person and the near and dear one joining in later. Some people keep their footwear, some lay their handkerchiefs and some even lay their sweaters spread out, the arms stretched as far as possible to reserve a place for two…sometimes three. There is an unwritten code of respect for such reserved places. A little cringing is allowed but on the inside. You just walk ahead and make sure you don’t trample someone’s hand or feet. Soon everyone just settles down.

Everyone adjusts just so that they can catch a glimpse of the stage. People automatically position themselves in the most comfortable pose. The ones sitting at the extreme end even carry a binocular to get a close up view of the performing artist. Some keep on peering at the programme schedule and others read and reread the pamphlets advertising what nots that have been handed out. These then serve as fans, as dishes for the Bhel’ or Chiwda’ brought from home. An enthusiastic group had brought a multi layered tiffin full of full course Indian meal. People make new friends and acquaintances with people seated around them. These groups meet year after year and attend various musical concerts.

I have seen people sketching or doodling while listening to music. Today I saw at least three girls and boys studying and finishing their homework as Kala Ramnathan, The Mozart of South India played amazing music on the violin and the Bhuvanesh Komkalli, the grandson of Kumar Gandharva sang beautifully. These people probably listen to music while studying at home too.


As soon as the first few notes fill the air people are listening, trying to recollect and recognize the notes and the Raga’. Someone gets it right, someone overhears it and soon everyone knows what is being presented. The details of the raga are quickly Googled’ and film songs in the raga are remembered by some.

A few just enjoy the music without dissecting it. Some people in the audience have been listening to music for more years than the age of the young artist and they just know each note as it is sung. Some sing along and some even kind of predict what may follow. It is extremely interesting to watch everyone from behind and watch them nod in unison when the performer marvels them with an intricately executed Alap’ or a fast paced Taan’ or sings rare elusive notes of a Raga. Everyone in the audience is in sync with the beat of the Tabla and is delighted when the singer or the instrumental player completes the performance of the musical phrase and begins a new one at the Sam’. Such audience is applauded as ‘Kansen’!

As the singers present the Raga and unfold its beautiful layers people start shifting and fidgeting, their feet go numb and then they stretch out one leg, then the other. I wonder how the singers themselves sit through the performance without resorting to such actions.

Along with the respectable white and bald heads are many youngsters equally interested to hear and experience the performance of stalwarts. Considering this the archival collection of the Sawai Mohatsav has been released on a pendrive. ‘Brilliant idea’, exclaims Mrs. Sathe Aged 75 as she clicks photos of the ceremony with her smart phone.

Cell phones are held up high and photos clicked and uploaded. Selfies and groupies are taken. People smile beamingly and post it on instagram, facebook – feeling awesome with – and tag their friends. The feeling is mutual for the thousands who have crowded in the venue to Hear Kaushiki Chakrobarty sing. Each of them sighs as she sings the ‘Thumri Yaad Piya ki aaye’. The lyrics and the style of rendition evoke the feeling of ‘Viraha’ separation of the beloved. The subtle and the fanciful play of notes produce an extraordinary emotional feeling amongst the audience. Everyone takes in a sip of the musical nectar as she sings ‘Bairi Koyeliya kook sunaye’ and renders the ‘Bol alaaps’ or ‘Behlawe’ on the word kook to create the sounds of the koyal!

Pandit Jasraj creates the sound of the ‘Bhramar’ as he sings ‘Ni Ni Ni Ni Ni Ni Ni Ni Ni Ni Ni Ni Ni Ni Ni Ni Ni Ni’.. in the bandish composed in Raga Basant. It is a feeling to be experienced. It feels blessed to be sitting there and seeing and hearing him sing right in front of you creating musical heaven for the audience.

When Bhuvanesh Komkalli presents the Malva style song, improvised by his Father Pandit Mukul Shivputra, music transcends all boundaries. ‘Tan ka Tamboora Hui hai, Saas bane hai Taar’, That is exactly the feeling. The singer and the audience all transcend their physical being. The body itself becomes an instrument and each breath drawn is a note. The song of life is sung by the singer and the audience together. Every musician strives for the ability to connect and blend completely with the audience. The question is as an Audience how do you listen to music?


Some Glimpses…

Studying with music in the background

Studying with music in the background



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Col. Sohni spent his childhood in Mumbai.. Lived near the School of Indian Music, situated near the Royal Opera House in Mumbai, founded by B.R Deodhar.
Says he has been listening to music since childhood. Explaining his affection for music he says, ‘Army men are also men. They have been a part of the society since childhood and all the social, cultural habits have been inculcated since then. Music is always a part of our life.’
WP_20171215_17_38_00_ProLittle Ved Nahata attending the concert with his parents is at home in the atmosphere. He claps and dances or jumps up and down to the music and is lulled to sleep at the end of the sessions.

Ambar Karve serves the mouthwatering ‘Fakkad Misal’ to the crowds arriving at the food stalls in between breaks. Over the years he knows the Puneri taste and loves catering to them. Music and Misal are a hit combination!


Shakuntala Ulhas Kate ‘Ithe Lokanna anand miltoh, mala hi’ , She says, she has been here since childhood, first with her parents and now she is happy to serve little packets of happiness.


WP_20171215_17_33_17_ProThe entire atmosphere is a treat for the senses. People relish good food and beverages in the Sawai Gandharwa Bhimsen Mohatsav. Food and music is associated, good music, good mood, good food. Some of Pune’s well known food brands are here. Someone quips, some people are here just for the food!


The treat for the senses takes a whole new meaning when one finds the perfumes specially designed and named according to the ‘Ragas’ of the Indian classical music by RUSIT- RAGA COLLECTION. Dr. Mandar Lele and Anant Pratap Jog. The essence of the Raga, the mood is captured in this little bottle. An unique way to have the Raga lingering on your mind all the time!

Lying down and listening or Sleeping caressed by the music and notes slowly patting on the head.




Gajar ka Halwa- Made in my style


Someone shared this image on Whats App today. Samples of Dal’ attached on a page and labelled neatly.

Oh how I needed this one..

I still remember them as yellow khichadi chi dal.. White idli chi daal.. Black is masoor n tur is yellow round and smaller than chana dal ..Jwari Gori.. Bajra Black..




It’s a miracle that I can cook.

I had decided I would make Maggi n ‘Shikran’ all my life.. I still close my eyes when I put stuff in the ‘phodni’ and step back.

I can never make the same dish taste similar twice..

I still can’t recognize all the leafy vegetables.. I shamelessly ask the vegetable seller.. ‘Hi Kay bhaji ahe.. kashi karaychi?’ They laugh at me but they share their recipes.. ‘Soppi ahe.. Chan hote.. Tai he pan gheun ja!’ I am probably their most awaited customer. I remember once I expressed such surprise on seeing Big green Brinjals, the Bhajiwala must have thought I am not from this country. I almost paid the Brinjals worth in dollars!

If I had to get married with the typical ‘chaha pohe’routine and if I had made it each time I would still be unmarried and in the jail for food poisoning people.

And the paradox is that as I am typing all this I am making the Gajar Halwa !

So I will just share the recipe- Gajar Halwa My style!!

Thursday- Buy Carrots cos they look ‘aw so fresh and beautiful red’!

Friday- Wonder what to do with them? Beginning with ‘Should I put them in the fridge or keep them out?’

Friday evening- Imagine you are Karamchand’ and chomp off the tender ends of the carrots.

By Friday night- The tail ends of half the carrots have disappeared.

Just as you are about to hit the bed remember how mummy used to make grated carrot ‘koshimbir’. Make a note to self to call her in the morning to ask her for the recipe.


Wake up late. Go out for breakfast of Idlis and Dosas.

Sunday afternoon-

Catch a movie. Just as you come back see the carrots in the kitchen and toss them in the fridge.

Sunday night-

Call your mother and talk to her about everything, narrate the entire screenplay and analyse every detail of the film. (Who says carrots are good for your brain? And eyes? Not once they are out of sight and in the fridge!)

Monday Morning-

Ahh.. meetings, those mails and the beginning of another week.

Notice the carrots lying in the fridge and peel and grate them.. Finally!

Grated Carrots suddenly remind you of ‘Gajar ka halwa!’

Oh Yes! How didn’t I think of that. Remember Gajar ka Halwa! Remember Mithun Chakravarty! Remember once cooked these grated carrots will reduce considerably.. Umm



Monday Evening-

On the way back home buy some more carrots. More than what you got last time.

Work on that presentation you need to deliver tomorrow.

Monday night-

My bed has magical properties. I remember things when I lie down. Sometimes I even dream of what I should do or what I should have done. I have ‘sweet Gajar Halwa dreams’

Tuesday morning-

Ohh!! Those half eaten grated carrots waited to turn into Halwa and turned into bio degradable waste in the morning.

Tuesday Evening-

Come home in the evening and peel and grate carrots with such speed that you almost grate your fingers.

Half a kilo carrots Umm..

Now don’t think about how much ‘Halwa’ will these make?! Just make it.

Should I simmer the grated carrot in milk? No that will turn it into kheer..

Heat ghee in a heavy pan and add the carrot mixture. How much ghee is enough? Just as much as you don’t feel guilty of gluttony, Just as much is needed to keep the grated carrot from sticking to the bottom of the pan and as much as needed to make the grated carrot glisten and start releasing juices.

Add four teaspoons of heavy cream and a cup of milk. Reduce the mixture till all the liquid evaporates. Peel and add the seeds of green cardamom. One pod.. then another.. Ohh.. I should have grinded those .. It’s already smelling nice.

Add sugar .. How much? Add some stir.. taste.. Add some more..

Search for Raisins, Cashewnuts and Almonds…

Dicover an empty packet of Almonds, last four salted Cashews.. Just pop them in your mouth.. Sweet and salt will not work right?!

A handful of raisins are just enough!

Click a photo and post on your social network, whatsapp and Instagram and wait for likes and comments.

Wish you had made a lot of Gajar Halwa because now everyone will want some of it…