Perception.

My friend Sathya posted this on Facebook.

This reminded me of a post that I wrote here almost ten years ago.

The link will take you to the blog post but, the images there have been taken down to save space. Here is an image of the Indian Mock Strawberry flower.

This flower continues to pop up every  morning now  in our garden without any deliberate planting or tending. Remarkably resilient plant!

I think that Sathya will vouch for the fact that I am a joyful person as she is too!

Another Treat.

My regular readers will remember my pre Covid partner in crime Ramesh, with whom I used to go to the movies regularly. During almost the whole of last year we did not meet but were in regular telephone touch with each other.  This year too we have not met personally yet, though we have seen and spoken to each other on a few occasions, with a fence separating us.

Ramesh rang me up last night to announce that a treat will be delivered to me at home for lunch today. It came just before lunch time and my day was made.

This is Sai Bhaji a dish popular among Sindhis and which Ramesh knows I like very much.

We had made idlies and onion chutney to go with it and the unusual combination was simply sensational.

I over ate and had a blissful siesta and as I write this am full of gratitude for Ramesh and our country’s varieties of cuisines.

Have you experimented with mixing up different cuisines during a single meal?

Winter Speciality Food.

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.

Abandoned Team Mate.

This is a story that I came across which resonates with me and I want to share it with my readers.

“In December 1937, a match between Chelsea and Charlton foot ball clubs at the Stamford Bridge stadium London was stopped in the 60th minute due to heavy fog.

Charlton’s legendary goal keeper Sam Bartram remained unaware and kept on guarding the goal 15 minutes after the game had stopped, as he did not hear the referee’s whistle because of the crowd behind his goal post.

He stood there with his arms out stretched and completely focused, looking forward so as not to be surprised by the opponent’s shots.

Fifteen minutes later, when the stadium police approached him and informed him that the match had been abandoned, Sam Bartram said these famous words with great sorrow,

*”How sad that my friends forgot me when I was guarding their goal post.”*

Bartram thought his team was attacking and not allowing the opposing team to get close to the goal post.

*There are so many players in the field of life whose goal post one defends with enthusiasm and support, but when the situation becomes like a wave of fog, they are promptly forgotten..let us be more considerate.

Courtesy Ratnadeep Saksena”

I thank Neeraj K. Yajnik who shared this story in Facebook.