Please be a little patient with me. This story has to unfold in a particular way for my overseas readers.
Please see this clip first.
I am not a coffee person but, my late father was. When he came to live his last few years with me, he was not satisfied with the instant coffee that was available in Pune and wanted the traditional South Indian coffee made twice a day for him. That was made exactly as shown in the above video for him by me and I became quite an expert in making it.
First I had to buy a filter and since my father was willing to compromise on the filter and dishes needed, I had to invest in a stainless steel filter and a set of the vessels shown in the clip but, in stainless steel instead of the brass varieties shown in the video. I had to resort to this as, the stores in Pune had only the stainless steel varieties as shown below.
After my father died, all these were stowed away and I even forgot all about them till last week I got a cryptic message on my phone from a stranger advising me that I was to expect a set of brass vessels from someone called V S Mani. Since I had not ordered anything from them, I probed and found another cryptic message from my dear and one and only sister that she had arranged for it in memory of our long departed uncle named V A S Mani who always called himself Victory Always Sure Mani.
The parcel duly arrived this morning and it contained this combination:
My son, who is a coffee addict promptly tried out the coffee and certified it to be of excellent quality and recommended it highly to me. I shall shortly try it out as it does not need a filter and it is the instant variety. I have however just stowed away the brass vessels as I have no use for them.
I hope that now the topic for this post and the contents justify each other.
Do you drink coffee? Do you go through some rigmarole like what is shown in the video?
My irrepressible nephew Jai posted this in Facebook.
“I bought a miniature 1952 Citroen – here it is alongside a snap of the real thing starring miniature versions of my three uncles.
The 1952 Citroen was a favourite of my father and uncle. My childhood friend Vela too was very fond of it and had one for many years. I still remember driving his car, trying to shift the gear shift on the dashboard with the handle coming off in my hands.
This is a painting called Guernica by Pablo Picasso about which a story has been doing the rounds in WhatsApp. I have tried to check the veracity of the story with no success. Wikipedia has this comment: “Picasso lived in Paris during the German occupation during World War II. A German officer allegedly asked him, upon seeing a photo of Guernica in Picasso’s apartment, “Did you do that?” Picasso responded, “No, you did.”
I reproduce the story as received in WhatsApp as, I find it quite impressive.
The coolest line in history
During the Nazi occupation of Paris, Pablo Picasso was taken to be “interrogated” by a special branch of Gestapo that had been set up to handle intellectuals and artists.
The officer who confronted Picasso, in spite of being a Gestapo thug, was almost polite, spoke good French and seemed even educated. A rarity.
The Nazi policeman gestured Picasso to sit in front of his desk, then he produced a photo of the now world famous “Guernica”, the large painting that depicts Picasso’s take on the Nazi bombing of the Spanish town of the same name during the Spanish Civil War.
With that facial expression that at the same time betrays tolerance toward a recognized genius and anger for a misdeed of the same genius, the Nazi pointed at the photo and said with a harsh voice: “Picasso! Have you done this?”
The reply of Picasso was worthy of a Nobel Prize, a Pulizer and an Oscar…