Pinku-Enchanted Life

Growing up in Faridabad an industrial township adjacent to Delhi what kept us rooted to our traditions and our culture while living far away from Bengal was the occassion of Dugga Pujo. Studying in a convent saying Hail Mary and knowing Our Father all faded in the background when those special five days of the year came by. Suddenly we were as bengali as our cousins in Kolkata (all Probashis have family in Kolkata). Pujo those days started on Sashti evening with Anandomela - where all the bengali aunties came with basket loads of delicious, home cooked delicacies and we children drove ourselves into a frenzy running from one stall to another and pestering our parents for more money to buy yet another plate of the fast disappearing goodies. All of these memories came flashing back yesterday as a colleague from work and I alongwith hubby set up our stall at our local Deepanwita Durga Pujo in Dwarka.  Rushing from work where a last minute meeting cancelled our plans of sneaking out early

We fulfilled a long held dream of travelling to Paris last week. One of the high points of the trip for me apart from staring down at the city from the heights of the Eiffel Tower was visiting a local market.  The market which caters to the ordinary Parisian and keeps them well stocked with fresh produce, cheese and wine among other things was a serendipitous discovery as we were roaming the streets of Paris in search of the 'real Paris' and we found it and how. What drew our attention to this market was the sight of two full sized cows lazing on top of a shop. A closer look and we figured we had hit a fresh bazaar something I had been hoping to visit.  Do check out the cows on the top - for the record these Holstein cows famous as Swiss Cows The sight of the fresh fruits, vegetables, cheese and God knows how many kinds of fresh sea produce was unbelievable. What I totally loved was the attention given to presentation at what was essentially a haat.  Take a look yourself.  Smal

There are food joints I get told about as wonderful places which I will especially like being a foodie and all that.  These range from street food vendors to five stars. If these recommendations are made by more than one person I tend to believe and look for an opportunity to try out the fare. At times these recommendations turn out to really be the finger licking experience they were foretold to be but sometimes try as I might I am unable to discover the 'amazing food' I was recommended. I guess the reasons can be many - different tastes, a bad day at the restaurant, my expectations being set too high and maybe just a bad day for me. A name that tops the list for me in this regard is Sagar Ratna - try as I might I am unable to like their fare. I have been to various outlets at various points in time but somehow they all leave me unsatisfied. Their dosas always need a little more crispness and their sambar a little more flavour. Yet many, many friends call it their favorite sou

My last post was the 200th on the blog. A big milestone for me which I wanted to make meaningful in all sorts of ways but then Gaza was in the news and I couldn't hide my disappointment with Israel and had to pen down my angst and so the 200th post became a cry for decency, humanity and sanity to reign. So here I am writing my 201st post and thinking about all that's going on in my life. ADJUSTMENT For the past four years my mom had been living with us not because she wanted to but situations and circumstances had made her wrap up her own household and come and live with us. It took a lot of adjusting to for all concerned and then Aarini came along and Mom being with us became a blessing. with her Grandma being her full time Mom while I played the part only when it suited me. Last week Mom moved out to a flat close to ours to set up home again with my Masi. It means time for adjustment and  reorientation yet again. Aarini doesnt like this change one bit, things she has