Kitchen, Kadai & Me !



The doorbell rang sharp at 5:30 am and I jumped out of my bed half asleep. Kanon (my cook ) turned up and I had to tell her the menu to be prepared for the day. For me, this used to be one of the most challenging tasks of the day to come up with a varied list of menus for break-fast, lunch and dinner. The same routine continued across the week!

It was around the first or second month post my marriage. With a profound hands-on proficiency of 2 -Minutes-Masala Maggi and ready-to-eat 3-Minute Poha, I used to pull my thinking hats desperately how-to bring variation with same old Potato, Onion Bhindi, Gobi etc. in the break-fast, lunch and dinner. One day could be managed somehow but what about remaining six days?! Life seemed to be a lot easier before marriage. Getting up a little late used to be comfortably accommodated with no hurry to prepare food. I had the privilege to have it in office canteen, especially on weekdays. Post marriage it is not ‘me’ but ‘us’!


One day, about a month before our marriage, my in-laws visited our place for high tea. We were all engrossed into a deep conversation on some traditional Bong delicacies my Mom and Mother-in-law prepare in different ways. They curiously asked me how I could manage my dinner, especially during weekdays when I was quite late to come back home. From the beginning of my professional career, I used to stay alone in a different city. Since I have always been a home-bee, I nonchalantly mentioned my preference on home-made food which made my in-laws-to-be highly impressed (I came to know this much later!). They were under the impression that I was very much into cooking even after a long day in office. Luckily, they did not ask me what I did indulge into, to satiate my hunger. It was none other than a plate of ‘Ghee-Bhat’ (Steamed Rice sprinkled with Ghee) which does not demand any culinary skill or effort! 😋😂

Those days, I was, definitely, not much into cooking. Neither did I follow lots of videos available to assist novice like us to come up with delicious dishes as part of day-to-day ‘Ghar ka Khana’. I must admit it to be one of my drawbacks. So long story short, cooking had neither been a magic nor bliss for me, at least during my transition phase from a happy-go-lucky, fresh-grad office goer into a reasonable and responsible ‘lady of the house’ having optimum culinary skill. I doubt, even today, I would ever be able to be a good cook, but I have realized, ‘Way to a man's heart is through his stomach’ – fits the bill appropriately in my case! My culinary skill improvement journey took off :


Phase 1 :

Being a Bengali, love for tea goes without saying. My entry into kitchen kick-started with preparing tea for my parents when I was in class IX or X. With sole expertise in Tea and Maggi making (as my asset) I plunged into marital bliss with someone who turned out to be a foodie 😊



It was a lazy Sunday evening post marriage and I was about to prepare evening tea. My better half requested me to add sugar-free Natura Pellets in tea instead of normal sugar. No doubt, a small step towards healthy lifestyle. I started adding that not only in tea but also each and every curry used to be prepared just to avoid sugar. Pls. note it is a typical Bengali cooking style to add a pinch of sugar in all Daal and Curries, not just to make it sweet but to add a flavor, kind of zing-thing. It was after a month or so, I found him happily grabbing a big chunk of chocolates post dinner almost on daily basis and offering me a share. “This is just for a change, you know “ – was his modest, crisp reply to my clueless, overtly puzzled expression. Now I do not recall exactly where all good effect of long-driven effort on sugar-free tea along with sugar-free Daal and Curries steered to !!


Phase 2 :

What I have observed, food preference or liking of my better half is a way different from a traditional gastronomic Bong. He is a foodie, by heart. He loves exploring different food specially when he travels, be it official trip or personal vacation. I was and still am, just poles apart and tend to be comfortable in my limited known territory in the food-map. Specially during the weekends, when my mind used to race for ‘Murgir Jhol with Aloo’ (Bengali chicken curry with potato) or ‘Rui Macher Kaliya’ (traditional Bengali Fish Curry), he used to crave for ‘Rajma – Chawal’ or ‘Gujrati-Kadhi’. So, my culinary expedition unveiling a very latent passion for cooking (if there was any!) set off with ‘seems-to-be easy’ recipes like ‘Tomatar ka Chokha’, ‘Baigan-Bharta’, ‘Vegetable- Jalfrezi’ etc. Not sure, to what extent it could satiate the taste-buds of someone foodie, but it did instill such a unique feel-good factor out of cooking, I never experienced before. Also, It did light a spark expanding my culinary horizon beyond so-called ‘Paanch-Mishali-Torkari’ (Bengali mixed vegetable prep) and ‘Macher Jhol’ (Bengali Fish Curry) into the realms of simple tasty cuisines beyond Bengal!



Phase 3 :

By this time, I started overcoming the difficulties of specifying menu-list for break-fast, lunch and dinner with no repetition for the entire week. “Let’s include only boiled vegetables for lunch once a week” - my foodie partner suggested confidently to make it simpler and at the same time it would add different dimension to weekly menu keeping in mind, the intended ‘variation’. Cheerfully I nodded my head like a pendulum. Being a Bong, ‘boiled vegetable’ straightaway boils down to ‘Aloo Sheddho Bhat’ (mashed boiled potato sprinkled with salt, a tea spoon of butter or a drop of mustard oil flavored with a streak of green chilly along with steamed rice). But assorted boiled vegetables (Potato, Cauliflower, Carrot, Papaya and Green Peas) sprinkled with black pepper and salt along with a cup of Masuri Dal and chopped onion –, boiled together- a learning from mother-in-law, can equally be tasty with the simplest continental touch in ‘Roz-Ka-Khana’. With guidance from her, I started trying my hand making different types of Parathas adding the ‘variety’ in my break-fast menu. The journey had become enriching, satisfying and encompassing a shield of confidence ( in me ) that the same ‘ Aloo, Piyyaz, Gobi , Mulee, Bhindi’ can work wonder to bring tasty , varied ‘Khana’ onto the table for all the days in a week, rather all through the year.

The platter I made ready on one of  my family occasions 💞💞




Phase 4 :

My mother-in-law is a great cook with an extra ordinary caliber. When she guides me with simple tips and tricks of making staffs , things become so simple. Even when I tried making same item multiple items later on which she might have prepared earlier, I always felt something was amiss. They call it ‘Mom’s touch’ and I wish if I could imbibe a small fraction of that magical spell into my culinary journey ahead. To infuse the zeal for making food in a person like me with absolutely no interest in cooking had not been an easy task and she did it seamlessly. She started with simple, easy-to-be-made recipes and gradually took me to the world of baking. I clearly remember, the first time when she told me about making Biscuits at home, I was wondering why to take this trouble as 'Britannia', 'Marie', 'Bisk Farm' and so many branded products are easily available in the market. But when I soaked in the aroma of ‘Melting Moments’ ( a variety of cookies) she freshly baked at home, my heart melted away!


Phase 5 :

Bong house-hold would be incomplete without magic wand of sweets. Just to mention, this is not only during our traditional festivals which is fondly referred to as ‘Baro Maashey Tero Parbon’ ( meaning 13 festivals in 12 months) , but also in our daily life, we crave for sweets, be it ‘Rashogolla’, ‘Shandesh’ , ‘Chitrakoot’ and the list goes on. ‘Baditey Banano’ ( home-made) sweets had already been into my radar from my childhood but again as a glutton. My maternal grand-mother used to prepare ‘Khirer Shandesh’ ( a dried sweet item made up of kheer & khoya ) , ‘Taler Boda’ ( a sweet item made up of Palm fruit) during ‘Janmashtami’ but I never tried my hand making this. After my marriage , my stint at making sweets was initiated with ‘Bhapa Shandesh’ ( a sweet item made up of Paneer or ‘Chenna’ by steaming process) under supervision of my mother-in-law. The moment I started getting actively involved in it , I could appreciate its process, effort and the mistakes. Need not be perfect always!


On the occasion of  'Makar Sankranti' and typical Bong way to celebrate with Patishapta ( made out of  Sooji, Kheer or Jaggery )  and Payesh ( sweet preparation made up of rice and jaggery )



And undeniably signature Bengali sweet preparation - 'Cholar Dal r Pithey '  ( a sweet preparation made up of Chana Dal )



Phase 6 :

Cooking is a bliss; it is a real stress-buster giving me a respite from long-running work load or the late night calls – typical of corporate life I have been part of. Now I can feel the gradual transformation I have been evolved with. Around Ten years back, I used to make it a point – no cooking during weekdays when office was on, thinking it to be an additional stress! Today, if I get a chance and in reasonable time frame, I love to indulge in pungent aroma of ‘Lemon- Pepper Chicken’ and nitty-gritty of its preparation as a means of ‘De-stress’ , accommodated blissfully in the interim break of my evening calls.

 During a summer evening , my maiden attempt in delicacies of Mango Ice-cream 😋😋


The learnings never stop! The sky is the limit even if we ever try to ‘limit’ this. For all of us , being tagged as women of so-called modern era, we do experience the gradual transformation through different phases of life based on the priority, situation and the expectation we intend to fulfill. The rituals , cultures and delicacies of different states in India , by itself, is a big  asset and we can imbibe the learnings from all of them beyond the border of our native place. I have been lucky to be part of some of the cultural events of other states , specially Southern part of India owing to my stay here since more than  last 10  years . We celebrate Saraswati Puja, Holi, Ganesh Puja, Dussehra all together in the true essence of unity in diversity !

  'Bapppa' s favourite Modak, tried for the first time , this year , during Ganesh festival. 


Like me, I am sure many of you might have had the similar or unique experience juggling between office deadline and a strong commitment towards appeasing hungry souls at home. More we tend to learn, re-learn, adapt, easier it is to strike a balance (to some extent!). It is altogether a different lookout towards life. Even today, I am far behind from being ‘Good’ in my culinary skill but now I have learned to manage my kitchen even without ‘Chicken’ 😊

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The Six Yards of Elegance!


To grow up as fast as possible had always been a fantasy for the UKG girl!

While playing in the balcony of a sun-kissed Sunday morning, she used to make sure all her students ( read Dolls! ) complete their home-tasks on time and be ready for Monday classes. After all, it was her responsibility to pay meticulous attention to each student of the class with no exception. With plastic-framed toy glasses on, she could happily step into her cherished role of a teacher , still something was amiss!

Playing a role of a teacher ( exactly copying her mom who happened to be a teacher by profession ) was incomplete without wearing a saree , the little heart could feel the void intensely. The dream of becoming a big girl or a lady one day, was absolutely fantasized by the thought of wearing a saree everyday with a matching blouse! Her heart leaps up with joy. How lucky Maa , Mashi ( maternal aunt ) & Dida ( maternal grand-mom) have been ! They have so many sarees, each with a matching blouse and that too with a wider range of petticoats that go in unison with sarees. Little girl took an attempt for a futile alternative of wearing a maxi and at times a towel underneath but it did not impart the value-add intended for draping a saree. With a heavy-heart she went to sleep , becoming a big girl remained a long-cherished dream indeed.

 

If growing up means to be at least in Class-X, the journey from Class-I to Class-X would take minimum 10 years This seemed to be too long to wait for wearing a saree. Then what could the little girl do , so to justify, that she has become big enough wearing a saree everyday ? The instantaneous joy and the beam of pride engulfed the little one from within , she could figure out something, so easy to be accomplished!

What about an idea of getting married at an early age? may be by the age of 6 or 7 - doable enough! Sarada Devi ( wife of Saint Ramakrishna ) got married at the age of five only and the little girl read their stories in her story books already. Being married , if Sarada Devi could adorn Sarees at such an early age, what else could stop this little girl from doing the same if she could follow her footsteps?

 The logic seemed to be sound enough to take an attempt to convince her parents , specially her mom - the little girl felt confidant like never before. Finally there seemed to be a solution which could be worked on gradually.

Yes! such an irresistible craze, this Six yards of elegance, had been showering on the little heart. She could leave her studies at the very moment and other daily chores to get married just for making her dreams into reality - 'Wearing a saree everyday, of course with a matching blouse, neatly pleated , just like her mom' !!


        While playing in the balcony 😀 !!

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After so many years , when I look back, I still cherish this childhood memory , being that crazy for wearing a saree and I must admit, it is still there as-is, with me, might be a little more, not less, even today !

From such an early age, I was so much fascinated about draping myself in my mom's saree - just to step into her shoes.

 

Over the years, with the touch of grey ( grey hairs! ) I have realized , stepping into mom's shoe is not just pampering myself with the wavering Pallu but to extending support and responsibilities towards family , near & dear ones and work-front, inclusive all from a larger perspective.

Anyways!, childhood fantasies are everlasting, child in me tends to immerse in the grandeur of this appealing , feminine , unstitched , exotic yards!



'Baro mashey tero parbon' - Thirteen festivals in Twelve months did give me ample opportunities to adorn myself in Sarees , of my mom, specifically during Durga Pujo and Saraswati Pujo. Though not a thumb rule, from Bengali tradition perspective, draping oneself into Yellow/Green combination of Bengal Cotton Saree during Saraswati Pujo , a signature Bengali festival at the onset of 'Bashanto' ( Spring in Bengali ), does allure us with a mysterious , secretly-nurtured, diversion of that young age!! You never know when would cupid strike us making life blissful forever 😊 . And no need to despair in depression , as they rightly say, there's always a second chance . If it does not happen this year, something might be awaiting in the coming years , same time!. So be ready for that magical moment , and Saree has to add to that extra zeal! No Saree, no Chemistry for this mutual attraction ,much required for a romantic lead !😊 .

 

Traditional Bengali Taant and Kantha Sarees do need a special mention, being an intrinsic part of Bong wardrobe. Both types of sarees have been my all-time favorite since childhood, specially Bengali Taant Sarees as it has been one of coveted possessions in my mom's Almirah . Whenever one used to make an entry into mom's wardrobe, I used to wait with an eagle's eye to grab the right opportunity to flaunt it even before my mom could drape herself in it. But one thing I could never imbibe from my mom - the ease and the elegance with which she can manage absolutely a new Bengali Taant Saree and adorn it with perfect Pleats and Pallu in minutes. No wrinkles or crinkles in the saree, that results in clean and neat finish outfit altogether.



Bengali 'Pujo' ceremonies can never go without Red-bordered Tussar silk Sarees, beautifully adorned in a traditional Bong draping style which many of us might have seen in the movie 'Devdas'. I am no exception overcoming this deluge of elegance, but my attraction towards 'Dhakai Jamdani Sarees' and 'Khadi Silk Sarees' is inevitable as they happen to be my mom's precious possessions too !

   


It is not about wearing a Saree but how one can carry herself into the elan and grace of the whole Yards , which , in turn, spell out a different personality so beautifully - Yes a complete transformation , any woman would happily plunge into. I clearly remember I used to be the most diligent and attentive student ( Definitely not in my other activities, though! ) while watching my mom - step-by-step how she used to drape herself into a saree, standing in front of mirror and lastly accessorized it with a small Bindi . I blindly follow the same practice today, some knowingly and the rest unknowingly 😊 !

Maintenance of Sarees happens to be another aspect as Cotton Sarees tend to fade out and lose the glaze sooner because of detergent-based washing. Till today , I follow exactly the same process I used to see my mom practicing during my growing years , be it dry cleaning , hanging the sarees in organized manner inside cupboard or even getting them soaked in the sun during 'Bhadro Maash' ( Just before autumn ).

In the morning of my Pre-Wedding celebration , this is how I draped in Bengal 'Taant' Saree 💕💕



And in drapes of  'Dhakai Jamdani ' from Bangladesh , in the morning of my Wedding Day 💖💖💖💖


Time flies! and it is evident now, I might had developed an inherent immunity towards the strike from a potential cupid during festivities around Saraswati Pujo, but that had never deterred me from wearing a saree, be it any Pujo or Parbon ( festival! ). The golden touch of heritage and the ethnicity a woman carries herself in a saree is unique. For me , it has , always, been a happy-go-lucky attempt , to be just like my mom, for getting a glimpse of her persona, scrolling down the memory lane, the same imaginary set-up of a class room , black board , chalk & the duster, my students ( the grills of the balcony and my dolls I used to play with 😊 ), and last but not the least , me standing being clad in a Saree!


Draped in Kantha Saree, one of the signature sarees of Bengal , very unique and intricate weaving style imbibing rich heritage of Bengal  




At the cross-roads of life, without having sufficient data points to substantiate that long-cherished , drop-dead moments of diversion of the young age, I feel something is missing that I could have grabbed attention of my readers with. Only one thing has come into reality as per my plan I chalked out long back - to have collection of sarees from each state of India in coming days. But that is never fulfilling unless I snatch one from my mom's well-maintained collection!

 Even when marriage was not at all in my radar, I started short-listing her sarees which would be ( according to me! ) the perfect candidates in my own wardrobes post marriage. Even today , whenever I visit my parents, my first leisurely activity has been to scan her wardrobe to find a saree which would accompany me while returning to my den 😊 'Tui shob niye jachish ' ( you are taking away all from me ) - has been her instantaneous reaction with a radiant smile I have been eager to soak in right from my school days , again & again!

The elegance of Tussar Benarasi has been captivating forever 😊😊


Mundane routine of corporate life might not give me ample opportunities wearing a saree of my choice on regular basis ( it is not impossible though! and just needs a small prior planning ). Not that , for the sake of wearing a saree everyday, did I get married at an early age ( the way I used to think in my childhood, Huh! ). but given an opportunity, I always tend to cling to my childhood aspirations of immersing myself into 'Six yards of Elegance' connecting my childhood emotions with a flowy gracefulness of culture , belief and heritage I need to pass on to my next generation.

 Into the warmth of Katan Benarasi , attending one of the family occasions ,


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