I do dread the arrival of the morning paper especially so in the last few days .When I see them near the gate (depending on the aim of the paper boy )I stare at it for a few moments reluctant to pick it up but then curiosity (the very same that kills the cat )makes me pick it up and then all my nightmares come alive .The first page carries merciless pictures of shattered bodies of men ,women and children or half burnt limbs ,crying mothers ,shocked toddlers,the gory details for all to see.My mind always goes to the last day of their life .Did they know this was going to happen when they said their farewells? What was in their minds when a wife waved goodbye to her husband at the airport, at the bus stop or wherever they parted from? What did the mother think when she said Ta Ta to her children and kissed the toddler? Did the lover know that he wouldn’t see his girl again? What visions did the parents carry when they waved their only child goodbye? This brings back a picture of a couple I knew years back .
It was in Mumbai, way back in the 70s, we were allotted a flat in the uptown Colaba area . It was actually a four bedroom affair which belonged to a parsee couple Due to their old age and need of a source of income, it was now partitioned and made into two apartments, of which, one was ours, as temporary accommodation provided by Navy On our first day we went calling on them .At first all you would see was furniture all over the place ,antiques and loads of it , marble statues and busts , bronze figurines and seated among them was an equally old man and woman .So frail was the woman ,her skin was like dry parchment and hair wisps of white strands, the man was her male counterpart . both of them were about 75 yrs old.. They had no children The house was run by a plethora of servants (practically ruling the roost )
Mr D had his office in another part of the town and he would set out at about 9 in the morning His car was one of those early models ,most of the time covered with droppings of all the neighbourhood birds (the servants hardly bothered to clean it ) .
One morning for some reason I was late for school and stepped out to see Mr D. waving goodbye to his wife .Seeing me, he quickly stepped in to the waiting lift and .before I could get in, he was off and she shut the door .not looking very pleased.
Feeling lazy to get down a flight of six stories I pressed the button and sat to a side on the steps waiting for the lift to come up , when to my surprise the lift was back in a jiffy and there was Mr D stepping out .looking about him secretively ..the door opened even before he pressed the bell, his wife came out and held him in a tight hug and kissed both his cheeks and he did the same to her .She patted his coat and bid farewell again .Mr .D turned with a smile on his face and stepped into the waiting lift not noticing the little me in the shadows .His wife waved till the lift was out of sight .This time there was no one to interrupt their farewell
It was only years later the significance of that farewell struck me ..Their deep affection for each other and the the fear that it might be the last time they saw each other alive ..Each goodbye was precious.
Then times were different ..you could still have a hope of living long but now each day is precious ,Each goodbye may or may not be your last. So bring out your love don’t mask it behind shyness and ego .Hug your wife ,kiss your children, hold your old parents close to your heart whenever you feel , call up your near and dear ones including your friends at least once a week .Lets make a place in their hearts in case we are destined to bid the final farewell . For each farewell is precious today .
Monday, May 31, 2010
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Picture prayers
Who hasn’t sent up a prayer at least once in his or her lifetime ?With the increase in the population and the changing times I do believe the Prayer too should undergo a change It should be accompanied by visuals .They say Man is made in the image of God . so imagine the amount of prayers that reach him everyday Sifting through mails is a huge task even for us then how about mails from all over the world (in different languages that too).Now I am sure the Supreme one too has assistants and translators who decode the prayers for him .(I wonder …what language does God speak ?)
Admit it! in today’s fast paced life we register the picture in a jiffy but have no patience for the writing (unless it’s a will )So too must be with the Almighty .The script accompanied by the image is more interesting and catchy rather than plain script and one look at the picture and the Lord will find it easier to interpret it . Our prayers as pictures do not need translators (provided they are clear and easy to the eye ….modern art may confuse him)..Picture a la Picasso might need the skill of a good interpreter. The script as such may not make much sense .and may take time to be deciphered ,interpreted. ,decoded (whatever )
For example ...When I send a prayer to get my daughter a good proposal ,there might be a problem because I have three of them. All in the bracket of marriageable age .But if I send in a visualization along with my prayer (a picture of the daughter I had in mind ,getting married to Abhishek bachan )it would help Lord almighty to ….
1 ,Zero in on the person recommended
2 .the status of the Groom (rich and famous like Mr .Bachan)
3.The type of physical attributes I want in the groom (tall ,well built and good looking )
So every thing is clear and made easier for the Good Lord to execute my wish.
If the Supreme one is as human as we are (I have been told so )then He will definitely welcome this way of praying .As humans aren’t we all addicted to the Tv programmes and the google images so why would He be any different ?I am sure He too keeps up with the times
So try it next time you pray Visualize your need ,demand ,wish… attach the picture and send it to Him .
May your prayers be answered ASAP
Admit it! in today’s fast paced life we register the picture in a jiffy but have no patience for the writing (unless it’s a will )So too must be with the Almighty .The script accompanied by the image is more interesting and catchy rather than plain script and one look at the picture and the Lord will find it easier to interpret it . Our prayers as pictures do not need translators (provided they are clear and easy to the eye ….modern art may confuse him)..Picture a la Picasso might need the skill of a good interpreter. The script as such may not make much sense .and may take time to be deciphered ,interpreted. ,decoded (whatever )
For example ...When I send a prayer to get my daughter a good proposal ,there might be a problem because I have three of them. All in the bracket of marriageable age .But if I send in a visualization along with my prayer (a picture of the daughter I had in mind ,getting married to Abhishek bachan )it would help Lord almighty to ….
1 ,Zero in on the person recommended
2 .the status of the Groom (rich and famous like Mr .Bachan)
3.The type of physical attributes I want in the groom (tall ,well built and good looking )
So every thing is clear and made easier for the Good Lord to execute my wish.
If the Supreme one is as human as we are (I have been told so )then He will definitely welcome this way of praying .As humans aren’t we all addicted to the Tv programmes and the google images so why would He be any different ?I am sure He too keeps up with the times
So try it next time you pray Visualize your need ,demand ,wish… attach the picture and send it to Him .
May your prayers be answered ASAP
Saturday, May 22, 2010
The iD of an Eligible Bachelor
ID 123
“ Hello”
“ Yes ..hello”
“ Sir I am calling regarding the profile of your son I came across in You n Me Matrimony ……”
“Oh yes ..its my elder sons…. Id 123”
“Sir we are interested. Its for my daughter .She is 24”
“Okay… and what is she doing ?”
“She is a graduate”.
“Only a graduate…..why ?”
“Well her ambition is to be a good housewife and mother and so….”
“Oh okay. but we are looking for a professional at least an MBA you see my son is a software engineer ….so we want the girl too to be a professional.”
“Oh alright. .Just thought you were looking for a wife for your son and not a business partner .My mistake ….sorry…. and good day”.
ID 456
“Hello ….is this 934325….”
“Yes ,it is ..how may I help you ?’
“Madam, this is regarding your son’s profile in U n Me matrimony”
“Oh okay ….is your daughter’s profile in it too?”
“Yes her id is 001.”
“Is her photo too attached?’
“Yes maam the picture s are there.”
“Hmmm …let me just check …pls hold on.”
“Sure.” (pregnant silence ….only sound of my heartbeat is heard )
After 20 minutes
“Hello !I got it but ,,,she is not so fair”
“No… she is wheatish.”
“That’s the problem …we are looking for a fair girl.” .
“But maam your son too is not fair ..h es quite dark …….”
“That’s the problem ….we don’t want his children to be dark so if the girl is fair.. their children will not be so dark .”
(phone disconnected……by me ….tongue tied at her practical logic)
ID 789
“Hello sir, I am calling regarding your sons profile”
“Yes ….horoscope match is a must and most important.”
“Exactly …so we have gone ahead and matched it with my daughter’s .Its compatible and other things also seem good.”
“Have you checked it well ?”
“Yes of course ..there is a good’ papa samya.” ‘
“Thats not enough. Where is the Saturn standing ..is it in Jupiter’s house or mercury’s?”
“Ummm.. I am not sure about that ..can I check and let you know? .Any thing else I need to check?”
“Yes ..check the position of Mars and sun . They should not be in their own house but should be looking at each other .The Venus should be in the seventh house and the sun in the ninth house .Please also check the position of the stars after ten years as in my sons horoscope there is a problematic period after 10 years and another at the age 58……”
“Okay sir,will get back to you .” I cut the call ….. head reeling under the strain of the information received and wondering when would all the stars be in place for his son to get married
ID 890
“Sir ,I am calling in connection to a proposal for your son .As per our conversation yesterday I had forwarded my daughters bio data and horoscope.”
“Yes yes …I remember …Id 001 right?”
“That’s right .We have found the horoscope to be matching and we are happy with the other details .So may I know your thoughts on it ?”
“Yes ..we too feel it’s a good match…but just want to know if tour daughter is proficient in singing or dance ..You see my son is a lover of music and dance and wants a wife who can dance and sing.”
(A vision of m daughter of in a bharatnatyam costume greeting her husband at the door in the evening flashed in my mind )
“Sorry sir. .all my daughter can do is hum a few lines . I believe you want a performing artist for your son and not a wife .so…… goodbye and all the best.”
“ Hello”
“ Yes ..hello”
“ Sir I am calling regarding the profile of your son I came across in You n Me Matrimony ……”
“Oh yes ..its my elder sons…. Id 123”
“Sir we are interested. Its for my daughter .She is 24”
“Okay… and what is she doing ?”
“She is a graduate”.
“Only a graduate…..why ?”
“Well her ambition is to be a good housewife and mother and so….”
“Oh okay. but we are looking for a professional at least an MBA you see my son is a software engineer ….so we want the girl too to be a professional.”
“Oh alright. .Just thought you were looking for a wife for your son and not a business partner .My mistake ….sorry…. and good day”.
ID 456
“Hello ….is this 934325….”
“Yes ,it is ..how may I help you ?’
“Madam, this is regarding your son’s profile in U n Me matrimony”
“Oh okay ….is your daughter’s profile in it too?”
“Yes her id is 001.”
“Is her photo too attached?’
“Yes maam the picture s are there.”
“Hmmm …let me just check …pls hold on.”
“Sure.” (pregnant silence ….only sound of my heartbeat is heard )
After 20 minutes
“Hello !I got it but ,,,she is not so fair”
“No… she is wheatish.”
“That’s the problem …we are looking for a fair girl.” .
“But maam your son too is not fair ..h es quite dark …….”
“That’s the problem ….we don’t want his children to be dark so if the girl is fair.. their children will not be so dark .”
(phone disconnected……by me ….tongue tied at her practical logic)
ID 789
“Hello sir, I am calling regarding your sons profile”
“Yes ….horoscope match is a must and most important.”
“Exactly …so we have gone ahead and matched it with my daughter’s .Its compatible and other things also seem good.”
“Have you checked it well ?”
“Yes of course ..there is a good’ papa samya.” ‘
“Thats not enough. Where is the Saturn standing ..is it in Jupiter’s house or mercury’s?”
“Ummm.. I am not sure about that ..can I check and let you know? .Any thing else I need to check?”
“Yes ..check the position of Mars and sun . They should not be in their own house but should be looking at each other .The Venus should be in the seventh house and the sun in the ninth house .Please also check the position of the stars after ten years as in my sons horoscope there is a problematic period after 10 years and another at the age 58……”
“Okay sir,will get back to you .” I cut the call ….. head reeling under the strain of the information received and wondering when would all the stars be in place for his son to get married
ID 890
“Sir ,I am calling in connection to a proposal for your son .As per our conversation yesterday I had forwarded my daughters bio data and horoscope.”
“Yes yes …I remember …Id 001 right?”
“That’s right .We have found the horoscope to be matching and we are happy with the other details .So may I know your thoughts on it ?”
“Yes ..we too feel it’s a good match…but just want to know if tour daughter is proficient in singing or dance ..You see my son is a lover of music and dance and wants a wife who can dance and sing.”
(A vision of m daughter of in a bharatnatyam costume greeting her husband at the door in the evening flashed in my mind )
“Sorry sir. .all my daughter can do is hum a few lines . I believe you want a performing artist for your son and not a wife .so…… goodbye and all the best.”
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Mrs Singh
Neighbours are interesting .A source of entertainment sometimes .There was a Mrs Singh in Goa .whose only medium of communication was a mixture of English and Hindi in a truly desi form .Every day in the morning her conversation with my mom would comprise of the agenda for the day .
She would enumerate the dishes she made for breakfast ,followed by what she planned for lunch and about getting her two turban clad little terrors ready for school
It often went like this …
“Sat sri akal Ji !”
“Good morning !Had breakfast ?”
“Haan Ji ..made chappathies and bhaji . Get up at 5 ,Then get up .two children and husband .Then give bath and do kangi everyone .Then ready for school bus .Now make aloo gobi and parathas for noon .For chai today make tikkas .and you Behenji ..all work done ?”
Then it would be my mums turn .
Mum could understand most of Mrs Singh’s talk except for the daily dose of ‘doing Kangi’perplexed her .She took it for trips to toilet (part of mornings cleaning ritual) and often wondered why Mrs Singh should unfailingly mention it everyday
.It was a Sunday and all Mrs Singh mentioned was ‘Kangi Kiya’ .Mother dutifully asked after the health of both the kids, whether it was because of something they had eaten . Mrs Singh looked confused .Just then one of the terrors came running out with a comb in his hand demanding “Maa kangi karo”It was no wonder that’ doing Kangi’ was an important part of her daily routine coz both the boys had thick knee length hair …….and the ‘do kangi’ was cleared.
She would enumerate the dishes she made for breakfast ,followed by what she planned for lunch and about getting her two turban clad little terrors ready for school
It often went like this …
“Sat sri akal Ji !”
“Good morning !Had breakfast ?”
“Haan Ji ..made chappathies and bhaji . Get up at 5 ,Then get up .two children and husband .Then give bath and do kangi everyone .Then ready for school bus .Now make aloo gobi and parathas for noon .For chai today make tikkas .and you Behenji ..all work done ?”
Then it would be my mums turn .
Mum could understand most of Mrs Singh’s talk except for the daily dose of ‘doing Kangi’perplexed her .She took it for trips to toilet (part of mornings cleaning ritual) and often wondered why Mrs Singh should unfailingly mention it everyday
.It was a Sunday and all Mrs Singh mentioned was ‘Kangi Kiya’ .Mother dutifully asked after the health of both the kids, whether it was because of something they had eaten . Mrs Singh looked confused .Just then one of the terrors came running out with a comb in his hand demanding “Maa kangi karo”It was no wonder that’ doing Kangi’ was an important part of her daily routine coz both the boys had thick knee length hair …….and the ‘do kangi’ was cleared.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Unvoiced plea
Dear man …all you have to do is to love me a little and care for me . .I don’t need flowers nor do I need candies . a little of your time . Believe me I too have my fears ,my guilts ,my pains and my faults Do let me share them with you .Lend me your ears when I want to discuss my thoughts with you ..it may be a story I heard or some trivia ,lend me your shoulder to weep when I am feeling blue .Hold me close when I am scared and rub my back when I sob silently in pain .
Just think ….When was the last time you thanked me for the clean house you live in ,for the clean sheets on your bed ,for the bottles of cold water in the fridge ,for the washed and ironed shirts ,and trousers your wear ,for the clean plates and dishes you have from ,and the every day food I cook for you ,the snacks I get ready (when your friends suddenly drop in) , for the bacteria free toilets ….????
Why don’t you show some appreciation for the well behaved children you have ,for the well kept house ,for living within the budget ,for managing the crises, for being a good friend and companion ,for being a good daughter in law to your parents
It hurts me when you take your tension on me .I am as alive and human as you are , so don’t shout at me …aren’t I polite to you even when I am angry (cold but polite ) ? then why cant you be so to me .Don’t I watch cricket on TV to keep you company so why cant you watch at least one of my favourite soap with me .Please don’t turn your back and pretend to snore when I groan with a headache.
Have you ever guessed how light I would feel if you laughed at my foibles and made light of my mistakes …(remember all that guffaws ….its my way of laughing at yours ….my jaws still aches ) When you are tense and stressed out , I use sweet and soft phrases to address you , to calm you down . I have sensitized myself to every mood of yours but have you done the same for me ? I know each and everyone of your likes and dislikes ,how many of mine do you know… Imagine that …. after living with me all these years ? .
I would swoon with happiness if you Showed me some sympathy when I burn my hand while cooking ,when I cut my finger ,when I scald my hand accidently …don’t I do that when you nick your chin while shaving .( almost every day ) Do you know that a word of apology from you will chase my anger away. and bring out the sunshine .
Please humour me when I am feeling blue and out of sorts .Even a small drive down the road or an ice cream cone will chase them away
I have left my parents, friends and all things familiar to live with you .So be my friend ,my companion ,my family .Play scrabble with me once in a while …I do play chess with you even when I hate it
I too am a human ,educated and sensible .and tied to you till death do us part .Have spent more time with you than with my parents so love me ,love my faults .
A smile when I get you your tea in the morning ..a hug at the end of the day …a please and a sorry when it merits is all I need to keep me healthy and happy all my life .
Just think ….When was the last time you thanked me for the clean house you live in ,for the clean sheets on your bed ,for the bottles of cold water in the fridge ,for the washed and ironed shirts ,and trousers your wear ,for the clean plates and dishes you have from ,and the every day food I cook for you ,the snacks I get ready (when your friends suddenly drop in) , for the bacteria free toilets ….????
Why don’t you show some appreciation for the well behaved children you have ,for the well kept house ,for living within the budget ,for managing the crises, for being a good friend and companion ,for being a good daughter in law to your parents
It hurts me when you take your tension on me .I am as alive and human as you are , so don’t shout at me …aren’t I polite to you even when I am angry (cold but polite ) ? then why cant you be so to me .Don’t I watch cricket on TV to keep you company so why cant you watch at least one of my favourite soap with me .Please don’t turn your back and pretend to snore when I groan with a headache.
Have you ever guessed how light I would feel if you laughed at my foibles and made light of my mistakes …(remember all that guffaws ….its my way of laughing at yours ….my jaws still aches ) When you are tense and stressed out , I use sweet and soft phrases to address you , to calm you down . I have sensitized myself to every mood of yours but have you done the same for me ? I know each and everyone of your likes and dislikes ,how many of mine do you know… Imagine that …. after living with me all these years ? .
I would swoon with happiness if you Showed me some sympathy when I burn my hand while cooking ,when I cut my finger ,when I scald my hand accidently …don’t I do that when you nick your chin while shaving .( almost every day ) Do you know that a word of apology from you will chase my anger away. and bring out the sunshine .
Please humour me when I am feeling blue and out of sorts .Even a small drive down the road or an ice cream cone will chase them away
I have left my parents, friends and all things familiar to live with you .So be my friend ,my companion ,my family .Play scrabble with me once in a while …I do play chess with you even when I hate it
I too am a human ,educated and sensible .and tied to you till death do us part .Have spent more time with you than with my parents so love me ,love my faults .
A smile when I get you your tea in the morning ..a hug at the end of the day …a please and a sorry when it merits is all I need to keep me healthy and happy all my life .
Monday, May 10, 2010
Mirage
We went in to see the beauties lined up .The executive assigned to us to update us on their different qualities was a pleasant young man of about 28 .Well dressed but with a smile that quite didn’t reach his eyes ,He had brooding eyes which gave him a rakish look .My lord and master moved away to check on something .The young man came closer ..a little too close for my comfort … “Madam have you made your choice /”
Umm ..not yet ,’’ but I think we’l l go for the grey one ,”
“That’s a good colour .”
“Yes its rather uncommon .”
“Would you like to have something to drink ?”
“Huh ..No thank you ,later perhaps .” I smiled masking my discomfort (did he have to stand so close and stare at my face ?Has my lipstick streaked or is it my hair ?)
Trying not to be obvious I ran my hand over my hair and craned my neck in the direction towards which my husband had disappeared .
(why doesn’t he take the hint ,I asked myself )
I surreptitiously looked down and checked if everything was in its proper place (You know what I mean ? I do have the habit of wearing mis-matched sandals in my hurry to get out ) but every thing was fine .But there he was before me as I had left him ..same eager look .
I moved away a little and put some more space between us and pretended to be keenly interested in the white shining beauty before me .He moved closer and asked ,"Madam what’s your good name ?"
"Mrs. M ," I answered coldly …I felt him move back and turn away .Hearing my husbands voice we turned and the young man indicated that we should follow him .We followed him to his cabin .Seating ourselves he introduced himself .My husband began bombarding him with questions on the beauty we wanted to own .His answers were not exactly related to the questions .He enumerated the qualities in by hearted fashion and each time the question was repeated he would start from the beginning all the time his eyes on my face …tired of this I turned to some pamphlets on the table and began reading them with an interest I didn’t feel .I could feel his eyes on me ….
Something about what he was talking made me look up .His face was a picture of grief .He was saying, “I never take the bike sir , its just that day ,It was our second wedding anniversary on Tuesday and so we first went to the church and then we had some purchases to do .So we were going towards the mall and had stopped at the signal as it was red .The lorry came from behind and hit us directly and she died on the spot .”
My eyes on him and the silence from my husband told it all ,Death is a great silencer .
“Have you got over it ?” I blurted out wishing instantly that I could take it back
Yes its been six months now ,it was in the papers ,for past six months I stayed at home ,without meeting any one .I joined today ..
Tell us about it …if you want to talk about it .,”began my husband ,
“sometimes it helps ,did she suffer or was it sudden ?”
And he talked and talked ..we listened ,interspersing with a few questions to keep him on it .
After an hour he smiled …his eyes had a live look .He thanked us for just listening to him .We had nothing to say coz no comforting words would lessen his loss bit we shared his grief with him and left our contact numbers walked out of the room leaving him staring at the picture of his wife he had dug out of his wallet ……
Umm ..not yet ,’’ but I think we’l l go for the grey one ,”
“That’s a good colour .”
“Yes its rather uncommon .”
“Would you like to have something to drink ?”
“Huh ..No thank you ,later perhaps .” I smiled masking my discomfort (did he have to stand so close and stare at my face ?Has my lipstick streaked or is it my hair ?)
Trying not to be obvious I ran my hand over my hair and craned my neck in the direction towards which my husband had disappeared .
(why doesn’t he take the hint ,I asked myself )
I surreptitiously looked down and checked if everything was in its proper place (You know what I mean ? I do have the habit of wearing mis-matched sandals in my hurry to get out ) but every thing was fine .But there he was before me as I had left him ..same eager look .
I moved away a little and put some more space between us and pretended to be keenly interested in the white shining beauty before me .He moved closer and asked ,"Madam what’s your good name ?"
"Mrs. M ," I answered coldly …I felt him move back and turn away .Hearing my husbands voice we turned and the young man indicated that we should follow him .We followed him to his cabin .Seating ourselves he introduced himself .My husband began bombarding him with questions on the beauty we wanted to own .His answers were not exactly related to the questions .He enumerated the qualities in by hearted fashion and each time the question was repeated he would start from the beginning all the time his eyes on my face …tired of this I turned to some pamphlets on the table and began reading them with an interest I didn’t feel .I could feel his eyes on me ….
Something about what he was talking made me look up .His face was a picture of grief .He was saying, “I never take the bike sir , its just that day ,It was our second wedding anniversary on Tuesday and so we first went to the church and then we had some purchases to do .So we were going towards the mall and had stopped at the signal as it was red .The lorry came from behind and hit us directly and she died on the spot .”
My eyes on him and the silence from my husband told it all ,Death is a great silencer .
“Have you got over it ?” I blurted out wishing instantly that I could take it back
Yes its been six months now ,it was in the papers ,for past six months I stayed at home ,without meeting any one .I joined today ..
Tell us about it …if you want to talk about it .,”began my husband ,
“sometimes it helps ,did she suffer or was it sudden ?”
And he talked and talked ..we listened ,interspersing with a few questions to keep him on it .
After an hour he smiled …his eyes had a live look .He thanked us for just listening to him .We had nothing to say coz no comforting words would lessen his loss bit we shared his grief with him and left our contact numbers walked out of the room leaving him staring at the picture of his wife he had dug out of his wallet ……
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Chemeen varatti a la' mohandas
Here’s another one straight from Mohandas’ s kitchen and it’s a family favourite . Prawn stir fry in other words-- chemmeen varati The only thing that keep us from having it on a daily basis is the cost of prawns Believe me it’s a luxury and we usually nibble at the pieces to make it last long . So happy nibbling to all those who are going to try it.
½ kilo Prawns medium to large in size
1 tbspn turmeric powder
1 tbspn kasmiri chillie powder (by Everest preferably)
15 pods of garlic (skinned and crushed)
1½ inch long ginger (peeled, sliced and crushed)
Salt 1 tbspn (minimum) add more to suit your taste
Tamarind – the size of a small lime
Mix all the above and keep it aside
For 5 to 8 minutes
Grate ½ a coconut and keep aside
Curry leaves 15 to 20
Add the curry leaves to the above mixture and mix well
Add I tbspn coconut oil to the above mixture
Add ½ glass water and mix well .place it on the stove on medium flame and cook till the water reduces to a paste
Now reduce the flame and add one more tbspn of oil and the grated coconut and stir well till the mixture is dry
Remove from flame and add 1 more tbspn of coconut oil to it and keep it closed for 10 minutes. Stir once more .Keep it closed and open only to serve.
You may serve it in an ethnic mud chatti (earthen pot ….the Kerala type ...) for a dramatic effect …..or in a porcelain dish with a few coriander leaves placed strategically for a picturesque effect These may help in distracting the eaters if something goes wrong .
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