Nick has written a very interesting post in his blog “Call my bluff”. Please do read and also my comments there.
One of the cherished memories that I have of Ahmedabad where I went to Business School in the mid sixties of the last century is having a Gujarathi dish called Handvo. My readers may remember that I had written about having it last July. I had it again for lunch today and the image above is of it before I dug into it.
With little to occupy my attention nowadays and being unable to stand for long and cook, I have taken to ordering some dishes that I am not confident of getting made by our help. I prefer to get them from restaurants offering take away services and also from home businesses that have now mushroomed with the advent of Covid. I was able to locate one such lady entrepreneur offering home made Handvo and duly placed an order on her for collection earlier today. Collection because she clearly indicated that she would not be able to make home deliveries.
My daughter in love duly went to collect the Handvo and the lady asked how we found out about her. There is another story behind that which too needs to be recognised.
With the onset of the pandemic and the lockdowns, one Lady Senior Citizen of our neighbourhood started a Senior Citizen WhatsApp group to offer a platform for seeking help, support and information for Seniors. This group is very active and has been a source of information for us for many things including food suppliers. My source for information on the Handvo supplier came from the lady Administrator of the group and I duly passed on that information to the former.
I have decided to start another series on food that I like and either make or order from outside to keep my readers informed about my progress as a foodie.
Are you, my reader, able to indulge in such way through home entrepreneurs?
A few days ago, a friend mentioned on a WhatsApp message that life was frustrating due to the rains and some other local civic issues. Since she is quite a sport, I sent her this image that had fortuitously landed up just that morning in another message in WA.
She promptly responded that she had changed her perspectives when she had read Forty Rules Of Love.
I was intrigued and since I had not read or even heard of the book, sent for a copy of that book from Amazon and just finished reading it yesterday.
Having crossed that landmark, I messaged my friend -“How exactly did forty rules of love change your perspective?”
She responded with this fairly detailed message:
“It is pure fiction I know but, don’t laugh.
I still have my thinking process working for me.
I first read it several years ago when it had just come out.
I thought that if Ella could leave everything behind
and go looking for Aziz, then I could also think and give my opinions freely. The only difference being that I had not changed my life for a man.
I now feel free to think and express my thoughts which earlier as a wife and then as a widow, I had felt I could not. That is all.
My mind is free as also my spirit.
And, up to the time that my mother was alive, I had kept my thoughts on religion to myself so as not to hurt her. Now my opinions are well known as I articulate them freely.”
The behaviour of Ella that my friend mentions does not seem bizarre to me as I know of other women who have done similar things and who have survived, though with some tragic consequences to their husbands and children. My friend is still very much part of her family and in my opinion quite enjoys being so.
That brings me to my own take on the book.
It is not one of those books that one feels compelled to finish reading in one sitting. It is quite disjointed and there are too many diversions within the framework that takes one’s attention away from the main theme. And having been a student of Sufism and Islam besides Vedanta, I found the philosophical comments interesting if somewhat needlessly long.
While exploring the author I also came across reference to another of her books The Bastard Of Istanbul. I have bought a copy of that too and will shortly read it. Perhaps I may even review it here.
Have you read The Forty Rules Of Love? What impact, if any, did it have on you?
Another exchange in WhatsApp yesterday. This time in a group page of classmates.
BN: You can speak English fluently. Right?
Try this small para.
*A real mathematician can mathematically mathematise mathematics in a mathematical mathematiculation. So if a mathematician can mathematise mathematics in a mathematical mathematiculation, why can’t you mathematically mathematise mathematics in a mathematical mathematiculation like the mathematician who mathematically mathematises mathematics in a mathematical mathematiculation?*🍀😝🤣👍🏻
DS: This can drive any one mad..
Me: BN is DS.
PP: What do you mean? There is no comparison between the two.
DS: Yes Ramana how did you compare? Please explain to understand.
Me: Typo. My English! Please add a comma after ‘BN is’.
DS: Oh, Ramana I have understood what you meant but, BN is not mad. He wants others to be mad. Right BN?
Me: Yes DS. BN drives others mad too.
And the gentleman that BN is, he is yet to respond.
SD: This is a cake…Can anyone believe it!!!Great creativity…Paithani saree cake with Kolhapuri jewellery made by cake artist Tanvir Palishkar at J W Marriot Pune.Amazing talent,still can not believe this is a cake.🌹🌹🌹🌹👆👆👆👆
Me: Yes, it takes the cake!
For skeptics, here is a link to the Youtube clip showing the full range of saree cakes.
On Monday last, I received a message in my WhatsApp from a home based food entrepreneur offering to supply Churma Laddoo on Thursday. Thursday, ie today being the first day of our Navratri festival, I placed an order for half a kilogram of the laddoos for delivery this morning.
I waited till 12 noon before I rang the lady up and the call was not answered. At 1230 PM, she called me back to advice me change of plans and said that the laddoos will be delivered tomorrow morning. No apologies, no explanations, nothing. Since I had already paid for the laddoos, I had to lump the change and simply accepted the situation instead of prolonging the agony.
Having written about the Japanese Customer Service Omotenashi just this morning, I decided that I shall send her a link to my post after the laddoos are delivered. She had also offered to supply some other goodies on Sunday evening by a separate message and I have now decided that I shall not ever order anything again from her.
Am I being too rigid?