Love for Pothichoru!

No…i didnt say petrichor, but yes pothichoru comes from the land of petrichor…the word ‘pothichoru’ brings all kinds of olfactory nostalgia to most Keralites like me and unknowingly my mouth starts watering!

For the uninitiated, ‘pothichoru’ is simply a wholesome malayali meal wrapped tightly in a slightly burnt banana leaf (almost like a wrapped up sadya minus the payyasam and plus a fish fry and omlette). Technically pothi means wrapped and choru means rice!After wrapping in the banana leaf it has that familiar rectangular shape,which is then usually again wrapped in a newspaper and then its good to go/carry!

Pothichoru is not merely a tiffin or dabba,its a whole lot of love of all malayali moms! My earliest memory was during my childhood when we used to go for each vacation to Kerala to my maternal native place.We used to go there in the morning and then return by noon to my paternal native place (a few districts apart). My grandmother would make sure she had 5 pothichors wrapped and kept neatly in a bag (one kutti pothichoru for me as I was the youngest) and we used to relish the meal whilst in the train.The train journey between the 2 places was hardly 3 hrs but the ‘pothichoru eating part’ was mandatory and most looked forward to. Its not like we cant stay hungry for 3 hrs and its not like we cant eat from the house just before leaving. Its just that whole process of having it in the train whilst travelling. The aura of pothichoru which is caused by the smells of the banana leaf itself, boiled matta rice (served warm while wrapping),chammanthi (chutney),omlette,fish fry,thoran all blended together is simply irresistible. The thoran (veg sidedish usually beans thoran), sambhar(optional), raw mango or coconut chammanthi and lime pickle are all combined together with the rice. And when we mix/roll our fingers into this potpurri and combine each bite with a little piece of that perfect fish fried in coconut oil it just elevates your senses. People like me keep the omlette for the end to savour each bite of it.There is no fixed number of items or sidedishes,its purely left to the imagination of the creator.

Eating such a meal in a moving vehicle that too with your hands and no plate is a task but one that every mallu has mastered since childhood. It is very organic and sustainable too as it does not create any plastic waste as opposed to all packed food items we consume.With time,the potichor concept has gradually reduced but it continues to remain a very fond nostalgia to many. Hotels have now recently started the concept again, whilst they come nowhere close to the one our grandmoms made, its still a gud way to relive that awesome memory!

PS- Having watched ‘The Great Indian Kitchen’ ,I must say that despite being a woman I have never deeply appreciated my mother or grandmother for their efforts in feeding all of us all day along. Kitchen work is and should not be just for any single gender or age, lets be collectively responsible.Time to abolish the thought ‘When men cook its art and when women cook its their duty’!

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The Non pluviophile

I bet 80% of you already dislike me after reading this title!

But stay a while and read it through, will you?……….please?!

So yes I kind of dislike the rains……no, I didnt say ‘hate’, I said ‘dislike’, but not ‘hate’ coz thats too harsh…..for example…I ‘hate’ terrorism and I ‘dislike’ the rain. So theres a huge difference.

Now that thats clear, coming back……I think I have never really been a big fan of it…even from childhood. I often get told ‘How are you even a mallu (keralite/malayalee) if you dont like the rains?!’ I understand…but maybe all the upbringing in the North has made me like this. I actually love the summers…the sunlight,the brightness,the shine,the light…as opposed to the wet and dark. And I recently googled out that there is a term for such ppl too..Heliophiles😊😊! I know it sounds a lil lame…but yes it does exist.

But hey I do know there are millions who love the monsoons….esp in those places that see very less rainfall in a year…and ofcourse the farmers who actually worship rain…not to forget those affected by drought and heatstrokes.

Surely you may have said in your mind to me the famous proverb ‘you dont know the value of your eyes unless you become blind’! But no its not that and my sincere respect to the raingods for their grace on usπŸ™. I really do mean it.

My post should actually get over here because I dont have a lot more to say on the rains…but then I dont think I am done. There is just one more thing I want to share with you…which are actually nothing but some life lessons I have learnt as a result of all this –

1.Not everybody is the same-You may be from the same region and speak the same language, but your preferences could be completely different from another’s. So dont judge! To each their own 😊

2.Your hard phase is temporary-Summer is followed by Monsoon which is again followed by Summer….Your sad/hard/difficult phase will come and go.Nothing is permanent…not your life and certainly not your situation!Change is the only thing constant in this world😊

3.A part of someone you dont like should not prejudice you to dislike the whole person– I may not like the rains but I am a beach lover (obvious from my earlier posts), but both revolve around the same element- water. You may meet a lot of ppl in life whom you disagree with on certain stuff, but then again dont assume things based on some topics or discussions!

4.There are a lot of things we dont know about others and their situations, so respect and try to understand one another. I may have no idea what the farmers and their families go through with even a single day delay of the monsoons.The growing number of farmer suicides should hurt you,me and everybody. Lets not be irresponsible and indifferent towards those in pain and difficulty.

5.You may be thinking that this post actually has nothing to do much with the rains and that brings me to the last life lesson I have learnt –Dont judge a book by its cover and dont judge people by how they look or seem to appear.

Love n luck!😊😊

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514 days!!

No!! Tats NOT a name of any new upcoming movie!

So ya basically i started this blog to track my life changes since i moved to the new city for my new job (which made me new girl!Duh!!)…and sumwhere down the line this blog sought off forgot this sole purpose and became about everything else πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚ No!! I m not complaining…i love sharing my senseless poems, pics, quotes,my views etc etc here but the truth is i have completed 514 days today in this new city and in my new job!!!Yay!!…(i think its tym to change my blogname to ‘oldgirlinoldcity’ πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚) And No!! I didnt manually calculate that…yup, there is an app for everything these days! πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

But hey…which also makes this blog of mine 514 days old!! πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

My journey here so far has been full of ups and downs…and frankly speaking there is a lot of Kochi i haven’t yet seen…! I will definitely try to travel more within the city…mostly these days its just work on weekdays and i go home on weekends (native place).Life is just going on..on and on…😊

Once again a big shout out to my loyal followers here (esp those that have followed me from the very start!)…Thank u n love all the interactions!…😘 Like this dialog i heared in the movie Kabhi Alvida Na Kehna- 

Ajnabiyon ki baat sunn leni chahiye … kabhi kabhi ajnabi apno se zyada jaante hain!

Being a girl in India!

A girl cannot be in her office floor alone on a weekend, a girl cannot be traveling in bus at night with a male friend, a girl cannot hang out with male friends in the park, a girl cannot wear jeans, a girl cannot go to church safely, a girl cannot travel in a train compartment all by her own, a girl cannot be returning home after work in a car alone at night…

What the fuck CAN a girl do in this country?!

Pointless ranting

I dont want to write about this….I have always stopped myself from writing about this or even discussing about it in a social forum…because its simply futile…it would be a waste of effort, dialogue, energy, time, u name it…etc

But then it affects me badly…my blood boils and no its not just anger…its the helplessness of the situation!

The latest Blore mass molestation news is not really news because there is nothing really new in it.This keeps happening in some corner of the country every day, every hour and perhaps every minute (neednt necessarily be just in the villages). But then there is no CCTV everywhere to record it…It goes unnoticed in the quiet stillness of the night and everything normalizes again the next day.

But what worries or rather disturbs me is the fact that these perpetrators live amongst us….they lead very normal daily lives but then the inner pervert in them arises in the dark.They have families…perhaps mothers, sisters, wives, daughters. I feel pity for the women of such families whether young or old.The shame they go through would most probably be no less to any victim.

Where is the country going to? I remember 10 yrs back during my school days it was considered safe to be out vit my friends at night below in the society corridors (sometimes even till 10 or 11 pm) but in today’s time it is considered much much riskier…is it like with time our country is just going backwards with regards to women safety?!Yes i do agree that perhaps those days crimes were reported less or maybe never. But whats the point of country’s increasing economy or progress or lesser corruption or no black money when the basic women citizens of the country are constantly at risk of getting molested or raped?! Isnt it much better to be a poorer but safer country?

Please please please educate your sons/boys to treat women with respect and firstly STOP discriminating between your sons and daughters.All of this has to start at home. Education (which is more important than charity) begins at home. Period.

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