Cinque Terra
Italian riviera. Picture taken from the lover's walk.
The Helpful lady
She- the lady standing behind the wife- helped us reach the B&B by calling the owners on her cell phone when we were quite hopelessly lost. Next day we were shopping for artifacts and coincidentally entered a small store and there she was- behind the counter. Helped us again choose some wonderful local white wines.
Making sure the Pisa tower does not fall
Everyone's favourite picture- to hold out your hands as if you are supporting the Pisa!
Firenzi- Florence
The covered bridge on the Arno taken from the Uffizi.
Sunday, December 9, 2007
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
My daughter's religion
We now have a 4 month (almost) old black Lab puppy (More later- an old dream come true) and I am amazed at the difference a pet makes to the house. We have had to baby-proof (Puppy proof?) the house and block access to some of the parts through temp gates et al. Still, if he gets his mouth to anything anywhere near being destructible, he will destroy it. No questions about it. From shredded newspaper to dry wall- anything is game.
The other difference makes the first worth the while- the difference in the kids. Our recently- turned- teen daughter returns from school and says "Hi" to the puppy in a shrill, high pitched voice, so full of love- and then the same voice turns more gruff and she say's "Hi Dad" to me. The difference in tone is so amazing!
Our 8 year old son has mostly forgotten hindi (I will change that through classes in the near future) but when the Pup is being naughty, he says " Aye, Salman Khan nahin banega"! Where did he get that from?
The kids do most of the puppy chores- and do them happily.
A few days ago, my daughter and I took the puppy for a walk around the community and we got talking about things. "Dad" she said, "When I grow up, I am going to decide what religion I am going to be".
Wow, I thought, this line of thinking needs to be killed right away. So I explained how one is born into one's religion, and changing religions mid- way, is a bit like chickening out. Then we discussed how throughout history, people had been forced by another religion to convert through threat and violence.
I was relieved when she replied that actually, she was quite happy with her religion, but she would search for any major faults when she grew up. Also, "What if a prophet or God comes down to Earth when I grow up and I see Him right in front of me doing all the things God does? Shouldn't I then follow Him?"
Touche! What are the chances of that happening, I thought, and left it there.
Or is there more to it as I am still thinking about it four days later?
Quick Gun Murugan
Remember "Quick Gun Murugan"? The Channel V advts.. "Mind it"..and "we are like this only". It spawned a whole new generation of MTV/ Channel V fans and was such an integral part of the media revolution that we witnessed in the 90's in India. (Was this also the genesis of the takeoff by SRK in Om Shanti Om?) Well, I found one video on youtube on one of the ads and here is the link.
Do you know of another video on the net on this series. If so, do let me know.
Mind it!
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
Little India Garden
I know we are just about getting into winter right now but I find myself already thinking about spring and summer and flowers and gardens. Maybe it was the Banyan tree I saw in Key West a few weeks ago that triggered the desire to be around more Indian plants.
I want to create a little Indian Garden- filled with plants that I was familiar with in India, right here in New Jersey.
A bit ambitious? Perhaps.
Ridiculous, you say.
Take away the thought, you say.
Remember the snow yesterday? Impossible!
Lets see.
I already have two Holy Basil (Tulsi) plants which I have now brought indoors and which seem to be doing well- so far- near a sunny window. I also have a Jasmine plant similarly doing well (I thought it was Chameli when I bought it from a local farmers market and was delighted by my discovery at the time...turns out it is not Chameli- anyway, Jasmine also qualifies as a plant that is common in India).
Modest begining, but a start, I say.
Last summer, we tried to grow Indian green chillies (Hari mirch) from seeds taken out of whole dried red chillies bought at an Indian store. By the time the plants grew a foot and a half, we experienced the first frost and alas, that ended any hope of getting home grown Indian chillies. (This year, I plan to plant seedlings indoor in January so as to afford a greater time for the plant to fructify)
I am now in the process of acquiring a cutting or two for a Raat- ki- rani plant and was wondering if anyone has experience growing one in this clime. Will it survive the winter indoors or does it necessarily need a green house?
Anyone grown any other Indian plants here? Would love to get tips and suggestions.
What about an Indian plant Bonsai? What about Indian plants for an outdoor water body? Lotus?
Maybe, I should change my weblog name to Dilhaihindustani!
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Banyan,
Bonsai,
Chameli,
Hari Mirch,
Indian garden,
Jasmine,
lotus,
Raat ki Rani,
water body
Monday, December 3, 2007
Boney M
This last week I really tripped on the music of Boney M.
While trying to make a list of CDs to request from India, I remembered this band that everyone was so crazy about in India in the late 1970s. On a whim I googled the name and the results included a link to a video on youtube. And there they were- dancing and singing "Daddy Cool"with the fantastic Bass music in the back ground. I was transported back. I was barely a teen (Or was I?). Grown-ups dancing. Lots of color and sunshine (Was it a party for Holi?) I could even smell the beer, the biryani and the Thums- Up (No, did'nt get to do the beer till much later-ok, omit the much- but the smell was all around).
And then there were other links from this link ("Hooray, Hooray. It's a holiday", "Sunny", "Still I am Sad", "Rasputin", "Brown Girl in the ring" and ofcourse "Rivers of Babylon"). Played them over them so many times that my eight year old was humming "Hooray Hooray" by day two!
I remember the immense popularity of these LPs and they were being played everywhere and everyday, being played so often that after a while we all became sick of them and graduated to other bands (Dire Straights, Pink Floyd et al- or was there something else before them- Doobie Brothers?) and never heard this music again. Anyone still listening to Boney M was now considered ghati and uncool.
And this last week hearing the songs again was magical. The music still has the power to bring a smile to one's lips, uplift the soul and break into dance after all these years.
"She's crazy like a fool...."
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Boney M,
Brown Girl in the ring,
Daddy Cool,
Rasputin
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