Let’s reinvent kitchen with clay-made vessels

Am going back to basics! Surprised? Ok, now let me elaborate! I am reinventing my kitchen which is sure to go for a makeover.

My steel and aluminium vessels are slowly going off the shelves and are being replaced by clay-made utensils. Yeah, you can say that I am revisiting those old good days.

While chapatis in my kitchen are now being  cooked on a reddish brown clay-made pan, curd and milk are also being kept in the same-kind vessels.

earthern-vesselNow, you must be surprised why am I doing so! It’s because clay-made vessels help us in maintaining our health. it restores the natural taste of food being cooked and also retains its nutrient value, which, at times, get lost in aluminium and steel vessel.

Moisture and heat circulate easily in clay pots due to their porous nature. And hence the vegetable gets cooked slowly, maintaining its natural taste.

Also, as clay has alkaline nature, it balances the PH factor of food by interacting with acid presence in the food.

So try different this Diwali! You know you will be take care of your health and nature by getting a makeover of your kitchen!

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This little boy sells his ‘dreams’ on roads!

He is young, naive, intelligent, agile and hardworking! Carrying some 10-12 balloons on his shoulders, you will see him running here and there to sell his colourful range of balloons at SBBJ Chawk in Jaipur.

He will fold his hands, will touch your feet, will request you to buy at least one balloon if you are accompanied with a kid.

As I was with my daughter, he saw me from far off and came running to me. Before he started doing his routine job of folding hands and touching feet, I bought a balloon from him.

And immediately he had a wide broad smile on his face.

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“Madaam, these are not my balloons I am selling on streets. These are my dreams which I sell! My dreams to fly high; dreams to pursue some kind of business, dream to stay off from  footpath life and many alike”

“And as I sell one balloon, it is like I have  sold one dream and got money in return. And this money earns me my daily bread.”

“There will be a time when I have sold all my dreams and will get a big money in return which will help in cherishing my dreams!”

He continues without giving a break. I immediately remembered this Rajesh Khanna’s song where he had a bunch of balloons and so carefree he was while singing this song, “Zindagi kaisi hai paheli hai…”

On the contrary, here is this guy, who with his tensed face, is running from one corner to the other, just to get relieved from his dreams.

For a second, was wondering that when child labour is a crime in industries, factories, establishments etc, why is it allowed on streets?

Why there is no check on children selling water, food packets, cold drinks, etc on street amid heavy traffic.

Who is responsible to check their education and their safety on roads?

Am clueless and looking for answers…

She dresses like queen & sells vegetables under sun!

Colourful lehengas, beautiful bangles, tinkling anklets, glorified traditional bore, this female has all sorts of jewelleries which make her look like a royal queen of some kingdom. However, the wrinkles on her face speak a different story. And then there is an evergreen smile on her face, which makes you feel that there is a hidden story of agony and pain behind this smile.

Every day I meet her…We talk, we talk about vegetables, about their prices, about the weather and what not!

Yeah, because she sells vegetables right next to my place.

I have seen her braving the deadliest of summers, the scorching sun, the harsh humidity and these days, I am watching her battling the rains.

But she has been the same; with her radiating smile, the wooing charisma, the beautiful dressing sense, she has been appealing all.

In summers, when temperature was soaring high to 45-46 degree celsius and we preferred to pack ourselves in AC rooms, I have seen this female standing with her cart under a tree shade. Once she showed me how the harsh heat rash is affecting her body.

I could see the prickly heat covering her body all over, but, yet again, there were no complaints. A smile was still there on her face and I was wondering how a person can smile in so much pain.

I have been brought up listening to the tales of Rajput women who are known the world over for their bravery, valour and sacrifice for the well-being of their kingdom and families.

Here, I am watching a Rajput female, full of life, fighting the challenges of everyday life, to make her two ends meet!

Irrespective of the weather woes, I have seen her reporting daily for her duty; and her marketing skills are excellent too; she always prefers giving you something extra, with an appealing smile, which can’t resist you to come to her the next day!

We work in the best firms, draw handsome salaries and still have loads of grudges against our surroundings.

Don’t you think this female stands tall as an inspiration for one and all?

Let’s salute the spirit of this women and take some lessons from her to live a quality life by learning her art of living happily. 

The tale of a generous watchman!

The land of royal rulers presented yet another pleasant offering to me! I was left astonished with the generosity of this watchman at Chokhi Dhani.

While we were touring the resort and watching different attractions, my son stopped right in front of Pratap’s statue. He saw the watchman wearing something colourful and holding a Bhala.

He wanted to wear the same dress and get himself clicked. I was little skeptical of requesting him to lend his dress.

It was like a catch 22 situation. I could see him watching my son cry and his eyes expressed his helplessness. I think he was in his line of duty and hence was expressing his helplessness.

But the human soul in him overtook his professional approach soon and he came forward with a solution.

In a very humanitarian gesture, he gave his cap and Bhala to Apoorv, my son and asked him to get himself clicked.

And I could see the satisfaction on his face on looking at the smiling face of my son.

It’s true that satisfaction comes from within and you cant buy it from anywhere! And that satisfaction was very much visible on his face and in an effort to appease my son, I couldn’t even thank this man…

My apologies…Thanks Mr XYZ for giving us such a cherishing memory.

And am in kings, queens’ land

Yes, am surprised that I am a resident of the then land  of kings and queens.

If you are thinking this city to be Jaipur, you are absolutely right. I am residing in Jaipur.

Once upon a time, this city used to be my dream city. I used to visit here quite frequently from Delhi to catch up with its royal past. And now when I am here, there are many more reasons for my happiness..

Immersed in lot of stories of royal past, this city still carries a rich heritage of the then rulers. As I have just shifted from the Indian capital, I can now feel that I have started living my life to the best…

  • Firstly, I know what I am breathing is not that polluted as that of Delhi air.
  • Secondly, I don’t find those big traffic jams.
  • I don’t see people stranded on roads.
  • And then, I can trace so many different species of sparrows, on our balcony, on our terrace.
  • And imagine, waking up to the sounds of chirping of sparrows.
  • There is so much space in and around our house.
  • People are polite and lack that showy nature.
  • There are no big mobile towers here that allows different species to fly without fear of radiations.

Here I thank God to have brought me back to a city where people still live life like a human being and not like machines, where evening snacks still bring the taste of mouth-watering dishes and where life is awesome…!