Happy New Year...

A Very Happy New Year to all of you!!!

Wish you all a fantastic 2012 ahead!

Time flies. It seems like "just the other day" when we celebrated last new years eve. One full year of 365 days becomes our past....a new set of 365 days is our future...although unknown but the new set comes with expectations and promises and hopes of brightness ahead.
Maybe nothing changes...but just the fact that the year is new gives a feeling of a "fresh start". Have you made your 2012 resolution?
;-)

2011 ended very well for me. I had a lovely vacation in Morocco.--my first time in Africa. It was wonderful...I need to tell the story. Hence my target in the coming weeks is to write a travelogue about this trip accompanied by small day to day incidents accompanied by some tasty recipes accompanied by some lovely photos accompanied by some daily learnings accompanied by.....

Stay with me....

O yes, before I forget. I know many of you could not sleep well with the tension of my chocolate cake last year..remember the one that I was supposed to bake for Arnos school dinner? It actually came out very well. Arno loved it. His friends loved it. To be honest my confidence on baking is a notch higher now (Now, dont start expecting cake recipes on my blog!!!).

 I cannot not take credit for the cake alone. Arno worked very hard. We did it together...
While the cake was being baked, he rushed infront of the oven 10,000 times just to see if things were ok.
He asked me "Mama, thik kore oven e dhukiyechile to?" [did you put the baking tray in the oven PROPERLY ?]
My love for baking was visible even to a seven year old !!!
Anyway, it was getting late, well past bed time for Arno. So with the oven clock ticking at 30 mins to go, he reluctantly left the kitchen in my hands and went to bed. I stood infront of the glass oven door trying to catch a glimpse of this fantastic object which gradually rose from its liquidness to a plump chocolate cake. It looked good. However, the last step was yet to come. I nervously stood with a toothpick in my hand exactly as instructed in the recipe...
"A toothpick inserted in the center of the cake should come out clean with no batter clinging to it"
The husband, from his sofa infront of the TV said with super confidence, "dont worry, everything will be fine"!!!!
I forced myself not to change the direction of the toothpick and waited patiently.....
Ting! the oven timer shook me out from my nervous daze....
With trembling hands I pricked the lovely brown texture with the toothpick, waited for a second or two (just in case), and lo behold!!...out comes the toothpick all dry and clean!
All excited from this huge success, I immediately started decorating the cake..the target was to make it so beautiful that Arno should feel proud to take it to school....phew....

Next morning:

Arno: Wow mama what a lovely cake ! The decoration is beautiful.  I know the design!! this is how it looks when you start your computer..................
For a moment, I did not understand what he meant...and then the bulb flashed in my mind!
;-)

[I did not see the resemblance until he pointed it out...yes, Microsoft Windows starting up at the center of the cake, do you see it?]

   

A Christmas cake..Bake it ot leave it!

I promised to bake a cake for Arnos school Christmas dinner...which is tomorrow..TOMORROW!!!

Since you have been my dear readers for a while and you know me....(Ok if not me, atleast my love for baking ), you have every right to ask,

WHAT ON EARTH were you  thinking when you made this promise?

I have the same question.

I started off by gathering "requirements" from my little customer..
Me:    Arno , what kind of cake do you want me to bake for school?
Arno: What CAN you bake?                    (Careful! Customer is small but highly focused!)
Me:    I can bake a Ricotta cheese cake (I feel proud of myself once again just by saying it)
Arno: nah....(Thinks for a minute).....Can you bake a Chocolate cake? 

This is serious. A whole chocolate cake. On my own.
I discussed this with some friends. One of them, B, kindly promised to send me a recipe. I got a mail within minutes..The subject said "Christmas cake recipe" . I was happy. This friend radiates confidence so I felt confident already...enough not to open the mail but keep it for later.Two days back, I thought its good to buy the ingredients and keep in store so that all I need to do on the day is open the recipe and get going..get baking, I mean.
So I opened the mail. Here is what it said:

Christmas Cake Recipe

You will require:
1 cup of water
1 cup of sugar
4 large eggs
2 cups of dried fruit
1 teaspoon of baking soda
1 teaspoon of salt
1 cup of brown sugar
lemon juice
walnuts/almonds
1 bottle whisky

Method
Sample the whisky to check for quality.
Take a large bowl. Check the whisky again.
To be sure it is of the highest quality, pour one level cup and drink immediately.
Turn on the electric mixer, beat one cup of butter in a large fluffy bowl. Add one spoontea of sugar and beat again.
Make sure the whisky is still OK. Cry another tup.
Turn off the mixer. Break two leggs and add to the bowl and chuck in the cup of dried fruit.
Mix on the turner. If the fruit gets stuck in the beaters, pry it loose with a drewscriver.
Sample the whisky again to check for tonsisticity.
Next, sift two cups of salt, or something. Who cares?
Check the whisky.
Now sift the lemon juice and strain the nuts.
Add one babblespoon of drown sugar or whatever colour you can find. Wix mell. Grease the oven. Turn the cake pan to 350 gredees.
Don't forget to beat the turner.
Thrown the bowl out of the window.
Check the whisky again and go to bed.

$$%#$%%!%%!@$#!!!

B.....B.....B ..where are you? Yeah, yeah he is already on vacation ..........

I have to leave now .....get stuff for my real chocolate cake which I need to bake tonight...the dinner is tomorrow. If it turns out to be a chocolate cake or anything that might pass off with that name then I will come back with my recipe.
(B , you do not get a single slice!)
 

Meanwhile, 

Merry Christmas and a Very Happy New year to all of you.....

Have fun, enjoy and stay safe.

Note: The Husband kindly volunteered to try out this recipe.....

A Riddle .

Forty Bengalis are put together in a house for 2 days.  What do they do?

Scroll down for the answer.
;-)

Meanwhile I give you some hints. 

Hint 1:If you are a Bengali yourself then you should have answered even before I completed the question.

No?

Hint 2:Although we are known to be a race who believes in "torko" (debate and discussion)  over anything and everything..this is one such subject where all Bengalis are united like the "United" states of America.

Bad joke, I know. But could not help it.

Still no??? more hints..okok...the last one.
 Hint 3:

..our weakness.

..our passion.

..our culture

..our identity

..our love.

......correct! Full 10 points!

The answer is : They EAT.....Food is the correct answer!
We ate and ate and ate.......The reason that I have so much information is because I was one of the forty!!

The weekend break in Belgium was designed to celebrate the success of Durga puja. Absolutely fantastic concept, wonderful choice of location, perfect company, impeccable arrangements and ...and ...and LOADS OF FOOD.
There was no no-food moment in those 48 hours. We ate as we talked...we ate as we cooked..we ate as we sang..we ate as we danced..we ate continuously.We do have something to say in our defence, though. The weather was very bad...cold....gloomy..rainy.. So even though outdoors it was really beautiful landscape..we had to stay in...and EAT!

Room one: The kitchen. Evening.

The kitchen is always room number 1 for Bengalis. This is where all the action is.  Some are busy estimating the amount of food that needs to be cooked, some are busy counteracting their estimates with "nono, thats too much" or "last time we made more" or " I hate wasting food", some are silent listeners with a smile on their face saying "carry on, I know finally I have to do it", some are "hands on"--looking for knives to start chopping the onions...some are busy stimulating their brain cells by a whiff of smoke just outside the kitchen door...some are very serious in their job(they even have the chef cap on)...some are busy commenting from far....all men.

The women are pretty relaxed...they are not cooking...one mail I sent last time with this proposal (let the men cook) and it is now cast in stone. The men serve the wine...the women relax with a glass in hand. A round of antaksri starts...more people join in...someone serves the snacks from the oven...someone lights the gas to fry more...someone is looking for the "right" sauce..someone says something which no one hears.....
...perfect relaxation!!!

Room two: Dining hall-cum dance floor

This huge room though originally meant for dining served many purposes. On demand it got transformed to the dance floor complete with dim lights...or as the poetry recital room ...or to a quick ta-ichi classroom....or a random gossip corner.
When the music is ON....you HAVE to dance! Some are dancing with a variety of steps, some are using the same steps for a variety of songs...not caring whether it is "Munni badnaam" or a  "Senorita"..Some want to do belly dancing...for some their belly dance even if they dont want it to...some focus on music..some have no clue which music is playing...some cross manly borders as they perform to Umrao jaan, some show steps that no Saroj Khan can dream of..
A few are taking full advantage of the dim lights and dozing away to glory..
...amazing entertainment!!!

Room three: Family room.

This room is occupied by the children. Some are running around (off course aimlessly)...some are planning to play hide and seek(the house is too big)..some are busy watching movies on the laptop (the show never ends as long as parents are dancing)..some are engrossed in their nintendo gadgets (heads bent, face serious)...some are hungry...some sleepy..

...restless innocence!!!

Room one:Kitchen. Morning.

Some people just woke up..rummaging through supplies looking for tea....last nights dance-and-drink effect still lingering on.....someone wants to eat an omelette...that triggers a certain omellete-making-spree which ends only when there are no more eggs to break..the omelette-maker thinks he is Keanu Reeves in SPEED...if he stops the sky comes crashing down...the ready made omelettes vanish as soon as they touch the plate...some start talking about the lunch menu...others shut them up....more people wake up and wander into the kitchen...more tea...more omelletes....

...hungry madness!!!

My intention was to post the recipe of the wonderful mutton curry the chefs cooked that evening...but..the chefs themselves dont remember any more what they put in...actually they dont remember ANYTHING...
;-)

All this and more made it so interesting..... yearning for more.........



Note:Special thanks to photographers Ruby and Dhritiman

SinterKlaas exists!!!

SinterKlaas exists!!!

For all those who believe me, let me give you a good news. SinterKlaas exists!
Now for all those who think that SinterKlaas is fiction, unfortunately I have nothing to offer...

For all those who might want to re-enroll in the "believers" group after reading the post, I have a ricotta cheese cake recipe coming up in my next post......
;-)
Some background information from Wikipedia:
Sinterklaas (or more formally Sint Nicolaas or Sint Nikolaas)is a traditional Winter holiday figure still celebrated today in the countries like the Netherlands and Belgium. Traditionally, in the weeks between his arrival and 5 December, before going to bed, children put their shoes next to the fireplace chimney of the coal-fired stove or fireplace. The next day they find some candy or a small present in their shoes.

Today its a story about SinterKlaas  and a small boy....

Once upon a time, there was a small boy. He was seven years old. One day his parents (after a lot of "should we? should we not?"- type of discussion ) bought him the game Wii. The small child was very happy. (The mother thinks that the father was happier!!).It became his favourite game. However, after a few months, the small boy suddenly got a complain from school. He was not behaving well in school. He, along with a group of his friends were using "typical Potty-type words" a lot. The parents were upset. At first they tried to explain and it did work for sometime. But then the "joke" was back again and so was the complain. It was difficult for the parents to ignore it as "just a phase".One day the mother was very very angry. She did not scold him but asked his father to disconnect all the Wii connections , put them in a plastic bag and throw it in the garbage bin. The little boy was not at all ready for such a punishment. He was shocked. He could not believe his eyes when papa just went outside and threw the bag containing HIS Wii in the garbage bin!!! He cried and cried but.....
He promised to never say these words again. He realized that these words only brought trouble for him and were not so funny after all .He even told his mom one day, "I know I lost my Wii because of MY stupidity!". The father was happy.  The mother was thrilled.

Mission accomplished!!!
(Off course the father rushed out immediately afterwards to pick the bag from the garbage bin, take it inside and hide it).
The small boy missed his game very much. 

Few months later, the end of the year results were declared. The boy did very well in class. The class teacher was very happy with the small boys behaviour as well. She called the mother and praised the boy. The parents were very happy. They thought that this was a good time to bring back the Wii. BUT HOW?

The "bringing back" definitely needed some special planning. They cleverly let SinterKlaas handle the delicate situation. (A day before the Sinterklaas party the mother arranged for a small script for Sinterklaas with the story above, the father packed the Wii and gave it to the party organizers.)
Day of the party:
The little boy was very excited about the SinterKlaas party. He woke up early, dressed well and went to the party with his mom. After a few games and some refreshments, all the kids were taken to a very nicely decorated hall where SinterKlaas would be visiting the children and giving them gifts. All the kids waited eagerly. At exactly 12 o'clock, SinterKlaas came in...all started singing...cookies were distributed...the gift sacks were piled up on the stage...it was fun. SinterKlaas went up on the stage and sat on his throne. He opened his big book of records (where he keeps a record of all kids) and started reading his notes about them-- the ones who were good and the ones who were not so good..Suddenly the little boy  heard SinterKlaas tell a story about some small boy who lost his Wii because of his bad behaviour. He said that the boy has been so so good after that incident that SinterKlaas has decided to bring him back his Wii. He announced the name saying.."Arno,where are you? You have been a very good boy..we are all so proud of you. Hence I have decided to bring your Wii back. Please come up on the stage ...."
The little boy was so excited. He could not believe his ears. Did SinterKlaas really say HIS name? His feet were stuck on ground. He could not move an inch towards the stage...Suddenly his mother appeared..she gently pushed him forward with a smile.
The little boy went up on stage,  face flushed,  beads of nervous sweat on his nose, shook hands with Sinterklaas and got back his Wii.
He was so happy...eyes shining he came running to his mother..."mama, look my Wii is back!"
They went back home.....the little boy promised to continue being a good boy...The parents were very happy and they lived happily ever after....

O...what a day!! what a drama!! what a script!! what a reaction!!
The small boy is still small...does not read my blog yet... so I am safe...

Parenting is tough!! Thank God there is SinterKlaas......and yes! He exists!!..

The Rockstar...

No I am not talking about Ranbir Kapoor.I am talking about my own, very own rockstar.

All this happened a month ago.

The mother thought that its high time to infuse some music into the son.
And she thought that he might like guitar. 

And she went ahead and put him in a guitar lesson. 

I know your quirked eyebrows are saying "You call yourself a modern mother? One who is flexible and lets HIM decide things for himself?"
Actually if you go back to the last few sentences there are some flexible-modern-inconclusive words like "thought" or "might" which CLEARLY differentiates me from my mom who "decided" that I "will" learn singing, when I was a child.

;-)

Fortunately, he took to guitar as a fish takes to water...no, thats exaggeration !! The more realistic comparison would have been as a hen or a dog or a man takes to water (remember, all of them can also walk on ground?). That leaves some "ground" for me not to be shattered if he does not like it later...phew!

Anyway, this little boy just loved the guitar. He looked at his own guitar, face radiant with pride, eyes shining with happiness, a shy smile of disbelief.... it was as if he was eager to absorb the intricacies and delve into the mysteries of the stringed instrument immediately..

Offcourse I was happy. Very happy. I still am.(touch wood)

To be honest, I did not expect this kind of enthusiasm.

There must be an explanation, I thought.

I was almost getting ready to explain this super-enthusiastic-phenomemon by trying to link it to the fact that he has it in his blood (my mom is a wonderful singer)...or dedicating this to the wonderful "Mozart for babies" CD that I religiously played for him everyday when he was a baby... or saying with a know-it-all-motherly-attitude "I knew from the very beginning that he would be good"...or ..something even more fancy like nanoparticles or big bang theory that explains everything...or....whatever...till he announced proudly, 

"Mama , guitar is COOL! "

...and then he struck all the strings at once ( a bit too hard, I would say, its a new guitar!!) and said,

"I am a ROCKSTAR!!"

...and this all happened when we returned from our FIRST guitar lesson!

I have to admit, such a small person with a guitar in hand, sitting in style, one foot up on the small stool so that the guitar does not slide off his leg...looking at the notes intently....does make a "cool" picture.

 I take him to his guitar lessons every Monday. Its a one to one lesson so I am allowed to sit in the same room. I try to observe how music is taught here. I love the interaction between the young teacher and Arno. I feel good when he plays good, I  love the way the teacher playfully introduces him to the different notes, I get a bit impatient if he is looking around the room while the teacher is talking, I am tempted to turn the page for him as he plays on, I tend to smile when he asks a totally un-guitarlike question to the teacher like "do you have a cat?". In other words , I am involved.

C'mon, I am the mother. 

Actually,I "feel" like doing the things above but in reality I am just sitting and reading a magazine...really!.....lost in my own thoughts...

Memories of my music class comes back to me. With all due respect to my Guruji back home who taught me all that I know of music today, I have to admit that the classes here are more fun. When I learned the seven notes , they were presented to me as seven notes. Full stop. I was not asked to make a poem with the seven notes or draw how a note might look like after listening to its sound or try to make a song from the first three of them or choose "my favourite note"! Instead I was almost "forced" to just practise what the teacher taught...every single day...no questions. It did teach me ...but I did not learn to "love" it while I was learning..

After three lessons, Arno believes that HE can "create" music! 

He thinks that G looks more serious than C!

He thinks that playing E three times "sounds" like "jingle bells, jingle bells"!

He drums all the strings at once and THINKS that he is a rockstar!

Music here is "taught"  in such a way that the child is eager to come back for more.

...... I come back to the present. Class is over, time to pack up my rockstar and go home.

Blast from the past

Some things never change. Like college friends, butter on toast or my love for kebabs.
Some of you , I can see are already nodding in agreement. The rest of you who are still in doubt will also agree by the end of this post. I am sure.
[Promise to give you a mouth watering kebab recipe in my next post!!]
One fine morning, inspired by a get together story heard from my very close friend Bee with her school mates, I logged into my yahoo account to mail my "group". For those of you who can read bengali , I did post an introduction poem about my "group" here.
We BECAME the "group" in BHU. Apart from all that an educational institution can give in terms of degrees and stuff, it gave me my "group" which I consider one of the "blessings" in my life.
We are a group of eight.
So, my dear M,S,K,S,M,S,D,S. [Need to copyright this before Karan Johar grabs it]..this is for us! 
So, where was I?  O YES, the mail was sent ...LETS MEET UP GIRLS!!
Considering our latitude-longitudes, I think logistics was the main challenge! However,  proving that where there is a will there is a way...some mails, some logistics and some months later some of us did succeed in meeting up.  Unfortunately logistics stopped  S, M and K from participating......

We the rest (Haradhoner panchti chele) met last July in Kolkata....and literally ..
It was a "blast from the past".
Apart from the nonstop-nonsense-nonwhatever giggling, laughing , smiling, talking ...the most important message  which got reconfirmed was "Friendships are forever".It does not matter if we have not seen each other for years..it does not matter whether she regularly replies to your mails or not, it does not matter if she doesnt have a Facebook account, it does not matter ..it just JUST DOES NOT MATTER!..all that matters is that we are FRIENDS. 

Friends Forever.
We started off EXACTLY where we left it all those years ago.

1990. First time away from home. We were young (we still are!!) and homesick. Googles and Skypes were not around. Ragging was there and so was mess-food, both equally messy. Budget was low. Experience none....THAT is where and how the bond was made.This line really takes me back to our room..27..old hostel....maybe 1:00 am..tea boiling on the heater..all of us scattered here and there..books in hand..exams nearing...some giggles...some SSHHHHhh...smell of super-boiled tea in the air..I can almost SEE it.

When people stay together for 24 hrs, the friendship graduates into a family-like feeling. We shared our clothes (nonono..I cannot fit into S's ..she is half my size, putku!!!), our food (still remember Sunday night M's egg curry, yummy), our moments of fame (I sang a bhajan while S did a hijra dance with it according to the wish of our seniors on a ragging day), our sorrows ( frequent tears in M's eyes for any or no reason) , our joys ( the hostel reverberating with our laughter)...

We learnt discipline (who can forget S's scoldings when we lazed for too long), dancing (c'mon, you know how S has a copyright to her HAWA HAWA steps), romancing (remember K's kajal lined beautiful eyes sparkle when she spoke about T)...

That was the JAB WE MET part.

Now for the "JAB WE MET AGAIN" part.....

The place is called Vedic village. We booked a car and shuttled to and fro between our respective homes, vedic village, the airport and the City center 2 mall. Finally after gathering all of us we went into our room. Immediately it felt like our hostel again. I cannot explain how excited we were. My literary skills are too limited to describe what we felt. My camera did not get a chance to come out of the bag even though the intention was to "capture every moment"! I cannot even remember what exactly we talked about the first few moments. Or did we even talk?

Putku made tea and brought it over with EXACTLY the same expression.."Ekdom bhalo hoy ni re cha ta.." [Kachu machu mukh]

I told you , somethings never change.

We all sat on the couch together talking, smiling, laughing, exchanging gifts..basically just enjoying each others presence...o what a lovely time we had. Two and half days passed like in a dream....."no husbands, no kids" was a good policy. That really helped us to go back in time without bothering to explain our giggles, our PJs, our abbreviations , our expressions...just ourselves exactly like we were 20 years back.

We did miss K ,S and M very much..because it felt kind of incomplete but still.."something is better than nothing."

It is impossible to write about all that happened in those 2.5 days. On the second day, after a long spell in the room, we decided to go for a walk. There were some bicycles available for rent which gave us the idea to go cycling. "Action!!" In BHU we did cyle a lot but some of us have never cycled after that. Putku was a bit skeptic about this whole thing,but somehow she was cajoled onto the cycle by M and S. By then I had actually moved on a couple of meters ahead...suddenly I heard Putku  WHOOOOSHH past me saying.."I can only go straight, so please do not make a turn . I also cannot stop so please keep going".

The next half hour we were mentally far far away from Vedic village..I almost started believing in time machines. I need pictures to tell you the later half of this story. Believe me, my vocabulary is not enough.

The food was fantastic. To be very honest we would not have noticed it if it was otherwise !!!

There was a massage center and a spa. We did not have the time to visit it . To  be honest we did not care!!!

The pool looked cool and inviting, S did a few quick laps. We , the rest just sat at the side and carried on!!!

The apartment had two more rooms with attached baths..We just huddled in the living room with no interest for comfort!!!

We just wanted to be together....

It was such a refresher.....wish one day in future we can all do it together , all eight of us.

Lets start planning for JAB WE MET AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN.......

Diwali --A festival of lights

I started writing this note some days back..but somehow managed to be late...will not go into the list of excuses I have...that needs a separate blog..but adding these two lines on top was definitely a good idea...then the rest can stay as it is...and it is never too late to send best wishes .....right?

Happy Diwali to all..............

It is such a fantastic occassion to be in touch with all the people you know. You may not be physically close to your loved ones but the moment you light a candle and the flame grows from a tiny speck to a full flame with a tiny glow around it..you feel as is you have somehow communicated with your loved ones. I am not a big fan of the fireworks on Diwali but I strongly feel  that a festival which comes with lights can only help one think positive, look positive and behave positive...

  

                                                            A tiny light, however small

                                                            still fights the dark away..
                                                            just like the mighty sun, lovely and bright
                                                            brings in a fresh new day!

 I  was trying to explain Diwali to Arno today as he was preparing for school. Just recently he had seen Durga Puja here in Holland....so I thought its good to come to the subject from that angle. so I started off by saying ,

Me:  " You know Arno, like Durga Puja we also have something called Kali Puja/Diwali where we worship another goddess called Kali.....

Arno: Does this LADY also come WITH FAMILY like Durga thakur?

On showing him the picture of Goddess Kali he went into difficult questions like "Why is Ganeshas papa sleeping under the feet of this lady?"

Valid question. Need to come up with a valid answer. Honestly quite a difficult one to tackle early morning before leaving for work. Actually it does not get easier in the evening.

So much so for trying to explain the festivities....................

Having said that, I still feel it is our responsibility to give our children a "flavour" of how we did things back home...I also think that they can in a way "relate" to all this if the flavour is "presented " in a way that makes it interesting and fun.

As a child, Kali pujo/Diwali was a favourite occassion no doubt, but it also marked the end of puja vacation. It was the final day of fun and frolic and then back to the books. But ..what a wonderful final day it was! The weather during this time of the year was fantastic.The morning started with blaring music from the street puja pandals...we were not so decibel conscious at that time....my brother would be busy checking his fireworks and trying to expose them to the right amount of sunlight so that their performance would be the best at night.....I would be carefully counting and recounting the candles that needed to go on the roof and gate....mom would be busy in the kitchen cooking and trying to finish her daily chores as soon as possible as a preparation for the evening when the whole family would be going out to visit the different pandals in the neighbourhood. My father would be at work with promises to return  "early".

Here, in Holland the day passed off without any events...at times I did not even remember its DIWALI today. However, as I left for home in the evening, I decided to do  something "different"  to make us all  "feel" a bit different, a bit more "diwali-like" . I picked Arno from the creche and told him that he has a very important thing to do today evening.  Arno was thrilled. I did put extra stress on the word IMPORTANT...

We reached home, he quickly took his shower still curious about this important thing to do...

I gave him the gas lighter (first time for him to take the lighter on his own...he felt very IMPORTANT already..) ...asked him to light 14 candles very carefully..because its Diwali today..reminded him of the morning conversation about this LADY...I also explained to him how it is important to wish good for the family and friends while he is lighting the candles...oh..you should have seen the look of IMPORTANCE in his eyes..its like finally FINALLY mom has considered him better suited for important jobs like this rather than cleaning up toys, arranging the books  etc, etc.

(The number 14 stuck in my mind from early memories of Ma lighting 14 candles on the day before diwali..we called it "choddo prodeep" . On this day she also cooked "choddo shaak"- a mix of 14 different leafy vegetables) 

About 300 kms from our house, in another household in Germany my best friend Bee was trying to do similar things with her twin daughters Ruhia. The IMPORTANT job here was to make a rangoli with flowers. What a lovely way to be creative and also expose them to the beautiful rituals.

In both cases, the final result was wonderful. Our living rooms glittered with the Diwali lights and colourful rangolis giving us a good feeling about our Diwali celebrations away from India, took us back in time to spend some thoughts on our childhood and the rituals handed down to us by our parents, our kids were exposed to Diwali and very happy with the IMPORTANT jobs they did and best wishes were made for our family and friends. What more do we want ?

Yes , I also made some Kebabs....recipe coming up.....

;-)

How could I miss the lovely colours?

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