Wednesday, August 29, 2018

The IIM 'B'aths


Thanks to Rajkumar Hirani's 3 idiots, I can relieve my IIM B campus again. So the other day while watching the song 'All is well', I told my 3 year old 'S' , that this is IIMB- my college.
'S' told me she wants to go IIM B. So I told her , if you study well you get there.
In due course of time,  she has developed a liking for that song 'All is well'.
A few days later.......
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'S' to me( referring to the washroom scenes in the song) - Mumma, did you have bath like this in IIM B?

Me (thinking  OMG .. Why why is she asking this) - No..Why?

S - Then why are they bathing like this ?

Me - Because it's a movie  , it's not real

S ( referring to the 3 idiot iconic pose from the song)- Mumma, in IIMB people do weird things na ( In Marathi, IIMB madhye loka kahitarich kartat na)

Me- No , they dont do like this, it's a movie, only the college is real. Rest is not..

....
A couple of days later......
S ( during her bath) - Why do they have bath like that all is well in IIM B?

I am like .....

Going on in my mind then "All characters and events depicted in this film are entirely fictitious. Any similarity to actual events or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental."

#kahaani_poori_filmi_hain
#thande_thande_paani_se_nahaana_nahi_chahiye_sardi_ho_jayegi
#dsaidso
#justanothermumstory
#yetanothermumstory

-Dhanashree
Https://dsaidso.blogspot.com

Monday, August 27, 2018

The change to "fill"

Read this tweet by Kaushal Inamdar today "As a caterpillar turns into a butterfly, any problem you give to the musician will turn into a song! Art transcends mere entertainment."
I am not a musician but an amateur poet and blogger..sharing my poem inspired by daily life...

The change to "fill"

Every single day I am amazed by your change
The jumps I face as I move ahead

The child in you took water in its arms
The big vehicles made your arms bigger by their charms

You come in all shapes and sizes
Walking quickly in your presence may win me prizes

I hope before bappa comes
He blesses the govt with the wisdom to fill your arms

Till then my heart with worry fills
And jumps with your non-fills *

I am taking about none other than Mumbai's potholes. To see a pic check the first comment

Till then #babuji_dheere_chalna_raste_pe_jara_sambhalna
#ae_bhai_jara_dekh_ke_chalo

*these 2 lines adapted from the poem Daffodils

- Dhanashree

Sunday, August 26, 2018

Bhaiyyas and the Rakhi ka bandhan



I was 9 pm in the night. I was returning from my classes. I was very tired and feeling giddy as I walked. I just sat down outside a shop as I wasn't able to walk further. A noble person offered me water and some food. I was so not well that I just took it without thinking who he was. I felt better and he offered me to drop home. My normal mind would been wary taking a drop from a stranger. But I was so weak and not able to think that I accepted his offer to drop me. I reached home safely.

2 years later, I was on a Konkan trip. I came to know about a person named Ram who helped underprivileged girls. Ram was a young guy in his early twenties and I always thought if there is more to this than just plain donations. Plus his economic background did not seem great enough to start charity. On delving further,  I got to know that Ram had lost his sister in an accident a few years ago. This help, by donations or counselling was his way of helping the sisters of the world.

The point I want to drive home here is, there are good men in this world,  who act like brothers to women in need. This by no means indicates that it is safe to take drop from strangers in the night or all donations have noble intent. But in the age where negativity sells , or where extreme news makes media money, I thought I should also share  positivity that I saw around.
We need to strike a balance between caution and trust. And I think this is the message on this Raksha  bandhan. Maybe reading and spreading this message gets us closer to what we said in our pledge" all Indians are my brothers and sisters "(except one )

Happy Raksha Bandhan all!

#HappyRakshaBandhan
#the_power_of_positive_thinking
#spreading_love_and_hope

-Dhanashree

Saturday, August 25, 2018

Of traditional maharashtrian food, love and memories


[ I had written this post on the occasion of my mum's birthday a couple of days ago. I had also written about food memories earlier  here - http://dsaidso.blogspot.com/2017/07/of-food-love-and-memories.html?m=1 ]

"Curry is a little less today" , my mum said as she looked over the kadhai. " But there is enough solkadi " she continued. Growing up in a GSB household ,having rice with curry was anyways not enough. Once you finished eating curry rice (or amti bhat as it is fondly called) , it was mostly solkadi rice or buttermilk and rice . Contrary to the rice heavy meals in my house, I predominantly chapatis  at meal times. 2 chapatis, bhaji , and then a bit of rice with curry or buttermilk was my thing.

 " You should not only have buttermilk rice , but  have both curry well as buttermilk. Nobody has rice with only curry in our house ", my aaji used to say. I ate so little rice that how could I have it with curry first and then buttermilk , I always wondered.

Coconut laden food is my memory of traditional maharashtrian food that I grew up with. Even if it were a simple thing like varan bhat, it was garnished with fresh coconut. Both meals in morning as well as evening comprised of chapati, bhaaji, curry, rice, kadi/buttermilk to the bare minimum. The special thing about curries in GSBs is it's not only yellow dal curry, but also curries of other pulses like chana dal, Kala vatana, moong, masoor etc. Kala vatana curry is a special one that lot of people like. Apart from the curries of pulses, there are heavy coconut gravy /coconut milk curries like sadhi amti, kairichi amti, golyachi amti. Fish curry was reserved for Sunday's in our house.

One of the things I remember vividly and that was followed throughout is the love and respect with which not only family members but also guests were treated. And food was one of the ways of conveying that. Mum made sure guests were well fed, she found  out what they liked beforehand and designed and cooked the menu accordingly. No matter how much food had to be made, no matter how time consuming it was, mom made it full love and a smile on her face . In fact if guests came, there were even the additional accompaniments like pakoras, koshimbir, raitas etc apart from the basic menu.

For the first 26 years of my life I had only one kind of food. We didn't eat out much and my mum's and dad's side of the family had very similar cooking styles. So even when I visited relatives, I had the same kind of food. This changed post my marriage.  I got married into a Kokanastha Brahmin family which has different variant of Maharashtrian cuisine.

Now I have a 3 year old daughter. Feeding her healthy and tasty food comes naturally to me. That's what's my mum did to me always. Passing down traditional cuisine to her has been effortless at least by intent because its what I have been eating all along. Getting married also exposed me to a slightly different variety of maharashtrian cuisine. The current food that my daughter eats is a blend of two types of maharashtrian cuisines and hence of cultures. As much as the intent of cooking traditional food is effortless, actually cooking isn't even if you have family members and external side help. As a management professional, I looked at a this as a problem which deserved attention and solution.The problem being trying to make the healthy and delicious meals in the time and energy that I have. It was like an optimization problem. To solve this I used the following

1. Plan your meals and menu in advance. It has to be as detailed as possible. This might seems obvious but if not done can cause problems like missing ingredients.

2. Try to use parallel processing as much as possible and sequence tasks well. So if you have two dosa pans then make dosas on both of them simultaneously so that they get done quickly for everyone. Use as many gas stoves you have in parallel.

3. It may so happen that while the veggies are getting cooked, maybe another gas has cooker and you have to be in the kitchen for checking the veggies in between. In such a situation, do things which are pre- prep for the next day like soaking pulses in water. Keep all vessels that you require for next day on the kitchen platform. So morning you spend less time on decision making as much as possible.

4. Use as much automation as possible by  making use of food processor , vegetable choppers and the like.

5.And yes, if I still have some mental bandwidth I listen to TED talks or youtube videos while in kitchen so I feel fully productive .

As Kaumudi Marathe has said in her book Shared Tables " From a young age, love was given to me tenderly on a plate so I also see food as memory and comfort. It is my muse ,  my inspiration, my way to give love"

I was lucky enough to have received this form of love not only from my mum, but also from grandmother and aunts. It's my mum's birthday today and as I write this my mind is flooded with memories of the delicious food she cooked for me.

To my mum and all these Annapurna's I dedicate a poem

I was a little girl
Who always felt hungry
"What's there to eat?", I used to  ask while looking at the pantry

" Your  poha is ready ",my aaji used to say
" I am making favourite kaapi" , my mum would tell

Every morning before my 6 am classes, there were fluffy chapatis being made
I can't go empty stomach was the rule unsaid

Every evening I got late, atya called
"Did you eat anything?" Please eat well that is all

In the midst of all competition,  and what you are doing in your career  calls
These annapurnas still care if I ate well after all
My health matters to them , I am a child in their eyes after all

 Cheers to food, tradition, love and memories.!

- Dhanashree Joglekar
Https://dsaidso.blogspot.com

Monday, August 20, 2018

Of losing and aging


I lost my uncle 'Bhai Kaka' 2 weeks back. He was my dad's eldest uncle's eldest son, almost of a grandfather's age, 95 to be precise. Given that the average life expectancy of Indian males is approx 68 years, Kaka lived a long healthy life. No hospitalization, no diabetes , no BP or the likes. Apart from the last stage of his life, he was never hospitalized. In all this maddening pace of life , things like the death of a loved one make you rethink about a lot of things. Your mind wanders back in time.

My mind went back to my childhood days. Whenever Bhai Kaka would visit us, he would get an Amul ice cream for me and my brother. If we knew Bhai Kaka was coming, the first thing we checked after coming home from school was the freezer and grab the ice creams right away. This was a ritual every time he visited us. Then as time progressed , we got busy, his visits also were slightly less frequent given his age. We became old enough to buy ice creams for ourseleves, even the fancier ones now.

I can now buy as many ice creams I want to for myself. I can order them online if I am too lazy to go and buy. But you know what, whenever I buy an ice cream now, all I feel is grown up. I realise that I am no longer small enough for someone to regularly buy these ice cream cups for me. This ice cream feels different from the one Bhai Kaka got us because maybe it doesn't have the love. Money can buy everything but not love for sure.

I am at a stage of life where my daughter looks up to me and I look upto my elders for their support and love. Knowing that you have the senior generation to look upto is such a comforting feeling. That someone will always be there for you. That you can be a child all over again. And that is why when we lose them, I feel grown up again. We age daily but events like this remind this even more. That time is passing fast and you have to be more responsible now. Anti ageing creams can make you look younger. But nothing feels younger than being the company of your mum, dad ,grandparents, uncle's and aunts..

Who make you feel like a child again and allow you to just be yourself.

#dsaidso #reflections

- Dhanashree

Sunday, August 19, 2018

On the occasion of World Photography Day


"We can take only 3 more" , my dad said." By chance if we get extras ,we might be able to take 5 more. So 2 at Qutub Minar, 1 at India Gate and we should be fine" he continued. This was way back in the mid 2000's and my dad was talking about nothing else but the films remaining in the Kodak camera roll while we were on our Shimla Manali Delhi trip. 24 or 36 films in a roll was the standard then and when we went on trips we would take the 36 one. In case we required more, touristy places would always have these roll sellers as well. But there was never a time like that- as far as I remember trips were meant such that they get done in one roll. Why more -you know? After the trip, these Kodak rolls would be given for developing and printing. Once that was done, put them in a album and you are done. During family get- togethers these were shared with relatives. Birthdays were another event when such pics were taken. Any other special event like award winning ceremonies and all ,they had photographers who you paid for getting clicked and printed.

Then just as things evolve , the camera evolved too. The digital camera came along. A camera where the 24/36 restriction did not apply. The number of pics that could be stored in the digital camera was dependent on the memory. The more the memory the more the pics that could be taken and later could be transferred to a computer for viewing . They could also be printed if required.

Smartphones with increasingly better camera quality were a revolution in photography. Photographs could be easily taken on a camera and with the advent of internet and low cost data plans , photos could be shared instantly on social media. People now share pics on Facebook that they would previously have been hesitant to share to such a large audience. Photo editing and sharing apps like Instagram are a hit among the youth of today.

Potraying " How I look good" or "How I have a good life" through photographs is very commonplace these days. In fact some late millenials ( I mean the post 1995 gen) thinks that if you don't show love or good life on social media ,it simply doesn't exist.

There is a joke saying that if your wife is fighting with you , just tell her you want to take a selfie. For the good looking selfie she might smile and hence stop fighting for a while. Thus photographs even though seemingly real can be unreal too.Photographs are a depiction of emotions as they would like to be portrayed not necessarily as they are truly. As Susan Sontag has put it in her Essays 'On Photography'- "Needing to have reality confirmed and experience enhanced by photographs is an aesthetic consumerism to which everyone is now addicted. Industrial societies turn their citizens into image-junkies; it is the most irresistible form of mental pollution."

From the limited photographs in my childhood to the unlimited photos that we have now, science and technology have come a long way. And given our love for getting photographed and sharing our experiences , photography will only grow further. Newer and better ways of photography as well as sharing photos will continue to evolve. Because as Bruno Barbey has put it so aptly , "Photography is the only language that can be understood anywhere in the world"

#dsaidso  #worldphotographyday #worldphotographyday2018

- Dhanashree

Https://dsaidso.blogspot.com

Saturday, August 11, 2018

Pyjamas are "NOT" forgiving


I must say I really admire all those  mom's who are super dressed  all the time even when  they are with their kids. I love dressing up too, wearing matching jewellery,  makeup etc. But when I am with my daughter all this doesn't necessarily  apply. I try to slip into my super comfortable loose pants/ pyjamas along with a loose kurta/top. I think sometimes I may just look like I have woken up from sleep.

It so happened that I wore the same black pyjamas for a couple of days when I went out with my daughter.
The second time she told me ( in front of  a few other moms) - "Mum, if you wear the same pant again , pls don't come with me"

I still tell my mum sometimes about her dressing choices and now I have a daughter who does the same to me from all little as 3.
Maybe yes my repeated black pyjamas are NOT forgiving:)

#dsaidso #justanothermumstory #yetanothermumstory
- Dhanashree

Related post -http://dsaidso.blogspot.com/2018/07/matching-matching.html?m=1

*Pyjamas are Forgiving is title of Twinkle Khannas upcoming book

Thursday, August 9, 2018

The Shubh Muhurat


Thanks to the traffic scene these days, there is no exact time that I reach home daily. There is a bare minimum of standard deviation of + or - 20 mins from the mean time I reach daily.

 My daughter S who is seeking my attention and waiting for me to reach home is all excited about me coming in. So then we chat, we play. Then in the hope that she will be quiet when she is well fed, I feed her dinner.

The stage is all set for me to have dinner. I get my plate.

Just as I start eating,  S says "Mumma , diaper, I want to do potty"

Ok not so great timing, I think. To avoid further trouble for myself, I immediately put on her diaper. I again start to eat.

 Before I finish , she has finished her potty.
Up comes her voice, " Mumma I am done, please change the diaper"

Uffff....
No matter how much standard deviation may exist in my arrival times at home, or my dinner time, S's  potty time just has one shubh Muhurat. That's my dinner time- no matter what time I have my dinner :)

My mind goes into flashback mode -
MBA job interview scene - Where do you see yourself 5 years hence?

Me (then)- Learn, take more responsibility  blah blah

Me (now) - Trying to maintain my sanity while being super hungry, yet prioritising diaper changing while having dinner :) , and doing this daily over and over again.

#the_kid_pee_poo_saga
#dsaidso #yetanothermumstory #justanothermumstory

-Dhanashree
Https://dsaidso.blogspot.com

Monday, August 6, 2018

Meeting Sayali, Sayalee and Hope!





Sayali/Sayalee/Sailie is my favourite name. Little did I know, or coincidence as it may be called, I generally get along well with people of that name. Sayali Rajadhyaksha is a food and lifestyle blogger that I follow. Her recipes on "Anna hech purnabrahma" (https://shecooksathome.wordpress.com) are amazing. Her writing styling is conversational. Her lifestyle blog - saree and other stories has a lot of stories about saree, jewellery and travel. Through one of her posts, I came to know about a silver jewellery brand named aadyaa. Aadyaa is a silver jewellery brand by Sayalee Marathe. One of the interesting things I bought on aadyaa.com is a silver hope ring. 

This weekend Sayali and Sayalee organized a saree and jewellery exhibition at Cache Art Gallery, Bandra. I had bought one saree last time and it was amazing. Even if I didn't buy, looking at the collection is a treat to the eyes if you love saree and jewellery. I also had to a Poetry event in the nearby so I could do both these things in one trip.

Aadyaa hope ring inspires me- so why not make a poetry on hope on the day I meet the designer of this hope ring. So this is what hope means , talking from the point of view of a person of who has been rendered on a wheelchair due to a strong viral infection

What hope means to me-
I thought I should give up
Things wouldn't work out they said
Somewhere a force said "Go ahead dear , All will be well"

"You will never be able to walk" the doctor said
I sulked and cried uncontrollably that moment
But no I can't give up so easy,my inner force said
I will continue my physio and do all what it takes to get up on my feet and walk ahead
Every moment that I thought of giving up,the next moment my inner voice said "Don't"

That is hope I think 
The inner voice that tells you to go ahead and walk freely 
That hope is the positive amidst all negatives
When hope is lost all is lost
Don't give up on hope dear
Hold on a bit, hope and work towards a better future

Sharing some pictures with Sayali and Sayalee.. I was so mesmerized looking at the collection that I missed taking pictures of the same.

-Dhanashree

Thursday, August 2, 2018

Namaskar to the Maharaja-2

It was Sept 2012. I was at the Newark airport. I was at the Air India counter when the African lady at the counter asked ,"So you are staff?"
"No" , I said , "My mum worked in Air India"
She looked at my staff ticket ( which is confirmed subject to availability) and said "Ma'am your ticket is confirmed. You have got an upgrade to business class". I was thousands of miles away from my home country India and the only bond that connected me and the African lady at the counter was Air India.
I have experienced this all the time. A nice special treatment as the daughter of an Air India staff. Whenever I travel by Air India flights, I cannot help but feel a sense of nostalgia.
Air India was the company where my mum worked for more than 30 years of her life. Like any daughter, I always wanted to see mum's office. I still remember sitting in my mum's cabin and seeing planes from as close as I could. I remember taking flights when air travel was far from becoming mainstream. And I still do not remember my mum or any of her friends boasting about having travelled or having the ability to travel at such low cost and ease.
When I still take air india flights, sometimes people ask me when I need to have a non confirm ticket when low cost confirm tickets are available? My answer to that is , "For me, air india is a feeling. It's a feeling of pride for my mum having worked and served there. And I feel privileged whenever I take air india flights"
When Asshrita Chincharkar wrote yesterday about how she felt about being the co_pilot in her mum's retirement flight as air hostess, I just felt too nostalgic.
For this and many other reasons, I will always have a Namaskar to the Maharaja![ I had written a poem about the same earlier -http://dsaidso.blogspot.com/20…/…/namaskar-to-maharaja.html… ]
-Dhanashree

Wednesday, August 1, 2018

To A.C or to not A.C



First  there was TV and now there is AC. If  you ask me what's common between the two ,it's this- it's extremely  common to have different members of the family to have differing opinions on their usage. In case of TV it's about which channel to watch..In case of AC it's typically about two things - whether it should be ON and at what temperature.

So in my case it's no different - Mr , Little S and me have very divergent opinions on the AC usage. While it's always  a AC ON for the Mr , it's a AC OFF for me. Little S's opinion is mostly on my side,though it occasionally tilts to the Mr side. This is typically to get him to tell a nice story.

So it's just another night. We all want little S to sleep. Mr. as usual has put ON the AC.I as usual try to convince him to put it OFF.
Just as I wonder what would little S say, there she goes in a loud voice

" Baba, AC  band kar, mala ratri susu hoil" ( which means-Dad, pls put off AC else I will pee  and wet the bed in the night)

Probably one of the most funny , yet true reasons for putting off the AC.;)

#the_kid_pee_poo_saga
#dsaidso
#yetanothermumstory
#justanothermumstory

_Dhanashree
Https://dsaidso.blogspot.com

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