Saturday, June 09, 2018
Friday, June 08, 2018
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Monday, March 26, 2018
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Saturday, August 26, 2017
N - Musings along The New York Skyline
From far across the Staten Island I am about to embark on the most touristy thing that one does when in the US of A.
The icon that symbolizes what America stands for.
The New York Skyline ...
Those who land in her shores, seldom go back.
They toil happily and unhappily.
Some settle down make this place their adopted home , Some keep dreaming of going back home and many die here while taking their dreams to their grave.
And that is the spirit that keeps the New Yorkers going.
I click a picture with the big bull ( these were times before the fearless lady found place opposite the big bull) .
Then as I walk back to the Wall street metro station after watching in awe the city that churns a good chunk of the world’s wealth, I notice this little poem on the underground Metro train.
Billy Collins wrote it. And so beautifully summarized what I have clumsily attempted in so many words all over this post.
Been there... done that
Malai Makhan in Benares
It is pre-sunrise time and the Ghats along the river Ganga in Varanasi are buzzing with action.
The pilgrims have come to take a dip in the holy river. The priests, sages and the common men alike are also getting themselves ready to bathe in the river before going about their daily chores.
This is the bird feed that he is selling to me. It is a part of the package deal from Akhil. I do not have to pay the boy. He will settle it with the boatman.
After all he has been there, done that. Day after day, tourist after tourist.
There are a few corpses that were set on fire earlier in the night that have now turned into ashes. A group of relatives of the dead return to collect the ashes that will be immersed into the holy river before they leave the ghat.
Malai Makhan - he says as he attempts to catch my attention and convert it into a sale.
I am tempted to move on but it seems like a moment worthy of a photograph.
Hafeez Mia is an expert in Malai Makhan he says , as if to flatter the vendor.
The gentle cream made of cow’s milk has not been sweetened by sugar. The natural light sweetness of milk lingers in my tongue for just a fraction of second as it melts away and gets out of reach of the taste buds.
Any other time ... any other place ... I could not have been there ... done that
Been there ... done that
Pehelwan ki Lassi
A cycle rickshaw takes me to Lanka crossing.
I have just been inside the sprawling campus of the Benares Hindu university , that is such a world apart from the old city of Benares. Tree lined streets , garbage free roads, students bicycling their way inside the campus and the various departments and the modern replica of the Kashi Viswanath temple inside the campus.
Nothing could have embodied a more modern outlook of Hindutva.
Once cannot but Marvel the vision that Madan Mohan Malaviya its founder had in the early 1900s.
Wonder how many of us overworked Zombies from today's air conditioned but toxic workplaces would say that.
I had starved myself all the way while I was inside the campus because I was forewarned.
I was told Pehelwan ki Lassi was a meal in itself and one would not do justice by having even a light meal if you were to savour Pehelwan ki lassi.
It does not matter if you do not have a sweet tooth or are lactose intolerant , When in Benares you have to indulge. Otherwise it is like walking out of Louvre without watching the Mona lisa.
Thursday, April 13, 2017
Wednesday, April 12, 2017
Jew town of Mattancherry
This is the Jew Town of Mattancherry which until 1953 was home to about 100 hews whose descendants had made this neighbourhood their home over the centuries.
Today hardly six of them remain. The youngest Yael Halleguan is in her mid forties. She is the care taker for the Synagogue which charges five rupees as the entry fees. The money goes in maintaining the synagogue.
It is an ornately decorated synagogue. Its tiled floors were imported from China in 1762, the handknit Oriental rug from the last emperor of Ethiopia and the cadle lamps from Belgium.
Sadly though, there is no Rabbi to sand at the bimah, the Pulpit. The place itself is a small museum that is visited by travellers specially Jews from all over the world. Services are held only when there is a minyan - a group of 10 Jewish men needed to form a prayer service. It is now only possible with the inclusion of Jewish male visitors. So the beautiful Synagogue is usually empty, save for tourists who some to marvel its beauty.
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