My beard trimmer conked out and I had to go to the manufacturer’s service station located at a distance of 12 Kms from my home. I put on a mask, got into an autorickshaw, and went off to see a bit of Pune that I had not seen for near four years.
It was a great experience passing through many landmarks on the way that brought back many memories of my more mobile days and I thoroughly enjoyed the drive to and from the Service Center. So much so that the driver of the auto even asked if I was new to Pune!
The place that I had to go to is called Swargate and I was simply amazed at the changes that have taken place during the time that I had not visited that area. The major junction is now free of the long waits at the signal due to the flyovers that have come up and we were able to go pretty fast to where I had to go after the main junction.
The icing on the cake was the excellent customer service that I received at the Service Center and the very considerate driver of the auto who drove efficiently, helped me in and out of the auto and over all kept me entertained throughout the adventure.
An outing that has given me the necessary impetus to be more adventurous from now on and more importantly the confidence to my son and daugher in love that I can still be left alone to my devices!
With WhatsApp under pressure because of their recent message about accepting their new terms of privacy, many jokes are doing the rounds, mostly and appropriately perhaps, in WhatsApp and here is one that came my way from three different sources. My response to one which was copy pasted for the others was “Absolutely. My father from the old school, used to add my degrees after my name: BA MBA. The postman asked my wife once what that surname meant!
My nephew overheard this and started calling me Bamba Mama.”
And that response from me reminded me of another post that I had written in this blog.
So, the postcard makes another appearance in my life. Here is the another one that was preceded by another to which there is a link in the post itself.
Note: In Indian languages relatives have specific names unlike the umbrella uncle and aunt in English. Mama is specific for the brother of one’s mother. In this instance, my nephew is my sister’s son.
Nick had this to say in his comments on my blog post Winter Speciality Food:. “I wonder if other dishes would benefit from being cooked “under a warm winter sun in an open field on a farm”? In fact Wikipedia tells me that “the dish is traditionally cooked upside down underground in earthen pots”. Sounds a bit tricky! But your Undhiyu looks delicious, however it was cooked!”
I thought that the best way to learn the process which I have seen a few times, is to share this video with my readers.
Among the various people who have adopted me as their own, a notable pair from Mumbai, is ND and his lovely bride RD. ND without fail will call me every Sunday morning to check if I am still alive and to assure himself that I have not removed his name from my last will and testament.
Today was no exception but, our conversation took off into a different orbit when he grandly announced, to irritate me, that RD was making Undhiyu for lunch today.
That took me to my younger and more adventurous days when I used to travel extensively and taste local cuisines wherever I happened to be. I have had Undhiyu the way it should be had; under a warm winter sun in an open field in a farm with the dish being cooked in the field. I have also had the dish made the modern way using pressure cookers in a number of places and, one notable occasion was when ND’s sister in love JD, one day caught an early morning train from Mumbai to come to Pune for a day to cook Undhiyu for us. She brought all the ingredients from Mumbai as she had doubts that she could get some of them in Pune. She landed up at 11.15 am, came home, cooked and had lunch with us. She then caught the 3.30 pm train back to Mumbai.
So many memories of this particular dish today and to rub salt in my wound the rascal ND, decided to send me a photograph in WhatsApp of what RD had made.
As usual, I went to sleep for my daily siesta after lunch and woke up to find incessant rain and petrichor. I remembered an article in our local newspaper about the winter rains and also how my son left his motorcycle in his friend’s place yesterday and took an autorickshaw back home as it was raining heavily.
I caught up with my email and blog comments and finally opened Facebook and came across this image posted by my sister there!
Anything unusual about the weather where you live?
The comic strip ‘Peanuts’ has been a favourite of mine for decades. I can’t remember even one which I did not enjoy reading and savouring.
The latest to come way is a link to a blog on the philosophy of the late Charles Schultz, the creator of Peanuts, this blog post which I am sharing with my readers with the hope that they will enjoy it as much as I did.