"HOLI" The festival of clours

Holi is the festival of colours which is celebrated mostly in the northern parts of India, and the other parts of the world. It's a festival of love and warmth and is addressed as the "festival of colours". It comes, just, after the month of Basant, in Phalguni month. Basant is the month of Spring as per the Hindu Calendar, when flowers blooms spreading its fragrance in the air making it a best anecdotes for love and romance; and the whole atmosphere becomes full of passion and fervor. Thus, as believed, this marks the passion of love for Lord Krishna by Radha Rani. In Barsana, ( a town in Uttarpradesh )which is also the birth place of Radha Rani, an entire month, is dedicated (spent) to Holi celebration and is celebrated, honouring Radha Rani and Lord Krishna's pure love for eachother. The atmosphere being coloured thus, becomes beautiful  like a rainbow.

All said, I would now, take you all down my memory lane where I was just a little girl of 13yrs.

I am talking about the era of 70s-80s.  

As I had mentioned many times in my earlier posts about my house and it's surroundings, and about the main Market place, I would be focusing on it, and telling you all about it.

Due to the Holi festival the Market was crowded with hustle bustle and noise all around. The shops were adorned with colourful packets of colours, and "PICHKARI" ( it is a pump to fill coloured water to spray on each other as an ordeal of playing Holi). The other method of spraying coloured water is by filling balloons either with plain water or coloured water. People with little children would flock  the market place to buy colours, pichkari and balloons. I loved to watch all this from my balcony. 

On the day of Holi the streets would be full of "Maston ki toli " means group of people singing and dancing and throwing colours on eachother they will be just roaming around  with dholak baja, and bhajiya. And to sooth themselves, as well as their throats, they will be having thandai( Thandai is a sweetened milk made with almond and melon seeds paste,,). But, during Holi to make the festival more funny and humourous they add an addictive called "Bhang" It's learnt that this Bhang is such an addictive that if you laugh while sipping it down you will keep on laughing and if you're crying then you will cry your heart out. So mostly people being in festive mood just to play pranks, would be adding this in drink and passing on  to each other, all would be dancing and swaying in addiction, unknown  of the actual situation and their surroundings.

Now coming to my story, as penned down in my earlier posts, it's was, those, time when my home was filled with many people mostly my cousins all pranksters. The building opposite to ours were families with children who were mostly boys and all hardcore pranksters waiting for an opportunity to play pranks. The building was taller than ours, and thus their aim in throwing colours on us was very much easier and their sole intentions was to hurt us. Our terrace too would be filled with boys ( my cousins, and the only exception we three sis) no one could be recognised with the coloured faces and they all looked like jokers or zombies. We used to laugh our heart out throwing colours, singing  laughing loudly and playing Holi in a joyful way. But the people on the opposite building was creating nuisance by aiming us, and throwing balloons, filled with water. It's was really hurting. They were just enjoying our embarassment.

The flaw of this festival is that people with coloured faces unable to be recognised takes undue advantage of everything, eve teasing, and  bullying,  girls, if ,they are out, on the roads or at market places. They, then becomes, a true victim, to these assaults. So girls often do not go out to avoid the mishappenings. There is a saying too which is most popular and is commonly used by these road Romeos.(The sadak Chaps) ,"BURA NA MANO HOLI HAI" which means "please do not mind it's HOLI" . Taking this shield they harass girls. The same was happening with us from the other parties, on the terrace of the opposite building. Now my cousin brothers were fury with anger and they were in a mood to fight it though. First they started flying the balloons filled with water with good aims. It was hitting them but they started ducking now. Since the building was in height, their hideouts couldn't be seen.

My brothers were planning what to do next how to aim them properly, wherein my Amma (mother) came to us with eatables. She had bought a plate full of ripened jackfruit. We washed our hands and started hogging. Just at that moment seeing our silence, heads from the opposite building started popping out and lo! My cousin brothers got a lot of jackfruit peels and aiming a good aim they started throwing the peels just like gun shots. They  threw the hard skin of jackfruit on to their faces and what a good aim. Their faces were smeared with jackfruit pulp. And here my brothers started shouting " BURA NA MANO HOLI HAI" we too joined in making funny faces, what a "Holi" it was, how well we all played till afternoon in the festival mood.

My cousin brothers now decided to go to their office colleagues place for celebrations and masti. And guess what happened....

Most of  them returned laughing and mostly crying ......

 "BHANG KA NASHA CHAD CHUKA THA"

The "BHANG" had played it's tricks. ......

😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

        "HOLI HAI "

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Pic courtesy : Kasturi restaurant Kolkata 

" HELP "

Today on this International Women's Day, I dedicate my post to all those "HELP" around us who help us out to smoothen our day to day life.

The most important one being the House Maid or the Nanny.

Here I will  pen down about my daughter's Nanny BASANTI. I had written earlier, in my older post, "Chutki", about me, being a Govt. Servant and also, about an additional help, I will be referring her in this post.Since, I was hesitant to leave my child in a creche or daycare, I had taken an year long leave, along with my maternity leave, to look after my little baby, until I could find a good caretaker. As luck would have it, my distant relative arranged it for us. Basanti was a house help working for them. She used to work in many household to maintain her family of six children. Thus she insisted that she should be paid a good amount, as, from now on, she would have to leave all the rest of the  household jobs.  Since she was trustworthy and has been working at my cousin's house for a long time, we agreed to her demand.

Basanti came to our home to care for my little angel. She was an eight month's old baby just learning to sit. We kept an additional help to do the mopping, dusting, washing,and  cleaning the utensils. I had asked Basanti not to do any other house hold work . She was advised, to just, focus, on my Chutki. I was at ease when I handed over my baby to her. I joined my duty with a peaceful  mind. I was sure my baby is in safe hands. 

Basanti looked after my child well. I missed out most of my child's earlier years of growing up. She tackled her teething, her first step, her babbling, all missed out by me. Now the time had arrived for my baby 's admission to the kindergarten. Here too Basanti was a great help. She would come early and would accompany my little angel to her Kindergarten in her school bus and would wait outside till the school gets over. 

We never give a heed to these things, we often take them ( people like Basanti) for granted,  " oh so what they are paid na", without realising the value of those moments and the sacrifices they have done to protect our child's well being. I am really greatful to God to have send this good soul to us to help us out in the need of the hour.

Basanti was with us till my daughter started going to college. She took immense care in her adolescence her higher studies, tensions, mood swings, carrying her to her tution classes her extra caricular activities. All she carried out well.

She had to leave due to her health conditions and plus her son's too were now working and her financial conditions improved so they too didn't wanted her to work any more. 

She is still in touch with us,me, and my daughter, makes an effort, to visit,  her place, once a year, to checkout on her whereabouts, and well being.

Like her there are so many out there, helping us out. Like the Jadu Pocha wali, Koodawali, Dhoban, Sweeper, ........so many.

God bless them all without their help we all would have been in a chaotic situation and our back would have been bend under the overburdened work. 

They are our unsung heroes who play a vital role in our life.

A big salute🙋‍♀️ to these women who help us out unconditionally.

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Chembu kootaan( Taro roots curry)

 Ingredients 

1. Taro roots   : 1/2 kg

2.  Turmeric powder: 1/2 teaspoon 

3. Chilli powder: 1 teaspoon 

4. Shallots or small onions chopped ( 1/2 cup)

5. Curry leaves a few

6. Coconut oil for tampering : 2 table spoon

7. Salt to taste

8. Water : for boiling 

Method:

Clean the Taro roots well. Remove the skin. Cut it into small pieces. Mom used to make this in ( kal chetti) black stone vessel. You can try out in clay pots too or the easy way in cooker. Add the washed cleaned and cut Taro roots in the vessel add turmeric powder, chilli powder, salt and water. Water should be  1 inch above the taro. It should be well soaked. Now boil the whole thing until it's soft and mushy. Check the salt. Add curry leaves and remove from fire.

If you are making in a cooker add the taro roots cut into pieces chilli powder, turmeric powder and salt with two cups water and boil until four whistle. Cool it down open the lid and add curry leaves.

Now for the tempering, heat a small pan add two table spoon coconut oil when hot add the chopped onions or shallots, fry until brown. Add this tempering to the boiled taro mixture. Mix well and your curry is ready to be eaten with steamed rice.

Best accompaniment is lemon pickle.

Cherish this curry with hot steamed rice, roasted papad and lemon pickle.

Label: Mom's Delight