Sunday Flower

“All ideologies are idiotic, whether religious or political, for it is conceptual thinking, the conceptual word, which has so unfortunately divided man.”
– Jiddu Krishnamurti

Sunday Flower

“It is hard enough to remember my opinions, without also remembering my reasons for them!”
― Friedrich Nietzsche

Carrot Soup

 

Ingredients:
Carrots
Onions
Little bit of fresh ginger garlic paste (more garlic than ginger)
Olive Oil for cooking

Procedure:
Saute the carrots, onions and ginger garlic paste in the oil for a couple of minutes. Add a few cups of water and let it cook on low flame for about 20 minutes. After cooling, blend in a blender and sieve through a coarse sieve.

Simple. Tasty.

Clouds Study

I have recently acquired some books by Ron Ranson. I love his free style. This study is from one of his demos available on youtube.

Sunday Flower

“The supreme irony of life is that hardly anyone gets out of it alive.”
~ Robert A. Heinlein

Zdislav Beksinski, Artist

“I wish to paint in such a manner as if I were photographing dreams”
- Zdzisław Beksiński

I came across the work of this Polish artist today. The paintings are so haunting that I was compelled to explore more of his work. He can evoke the dystopian nightmare of our deepest depths.



You can explore this work too here: https://www.wikiart.org/en/zdislav-beksinski/
Wikipedia entry https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zdzisław Beksiński

Suspended Animation

This is a short film I did some time back. It tries to capture a time when time almost stood still. A state of mind, really.

 Music by Chota Father. Shot at the Acharekar residence in Warje middle of one suspended night... Shot on the Pansonic LX3.

Sunday Flower

If you want others to be happy, practice compassion.
If you want to be happy, practice compassion.

~ Dalai Lama

Zenda

Ganpati ढोल, Indradhanu.

Bandga Curry Aagri style (बांगड्याचे कालवण)

Ingredients:
5 Bangda fish medium
8-10 garlic cloves
1 cup fresh grated coconut
6-8 Amsul (Kokum)
Kadipatta
2 Tablespoon Oil
8-10 red chillies
2 teaspoons whole dhana
2-3 teaspoons of aagri masala
salt

Procedure:
Soak red chillies and dhana in water for 30 mins
Grind the red chillies, dhana, 6 cloves of garlic with the fresh coconut.
Heat oil.
Add grated 2 cloves of garlic and saute till well done but not brown
Add ground mixture and saute for a couple of minutes
Add aagri masala and saute till the oil starts to seperate
Add the fish, amsul.  Add water to cover the fish and get desired consistency of the gravy.
Bring to boil and cook for a few minutes
Add salt to taste.

Valache bhirde (वालाचे भीर्डे)

Ingredients:
2 cups Vaal (Field Beans) (soaked and peeled)
1/2 cup ole khobre (fresh grated coconut)
1/2 cup finely chopped onion
1 1/2 teaspoon lal tikhat (red chilli powder)
1/4 teaspoon halad (Turmeric)
4-8 amsul (Kolum)
1/2 teaspoon garam masala
2-3 teaspoon gul (Jaggery)
salt
fodni (tempering) material: jeera, mohori, hing, kadipatta
1 table spoon oil

Procedure:
Heat oil
Add mohori and let it crackle
Add hing, jeera kadipatta and stir
Add finely chopped onion and stir till slightly translucent (do not let it get brown)
Add vaal, lal tikhat, halad and garam masala. saute for a couple of minutes
Add warm water to fully cover the vaal (and a bit more) and bring to boil
Add ole khobre, gul and kokam and cook till vaal are cooked
Add salt to taste.


Based on recipe by Viraj's mom. Thanks Aunty.

Love

Happiness

Call of the mountain

You ask me why I dwell in the green mountain;
I smile and make no reply for my heart is free of care.
As the peach-blossom flows down stream and is gone into the unknown,
I have a world apart that is not among men.

- Li Bai

Though these Ladakh mountains in the painting are brown, the essence of the poem still stands. Li Bai touches a cord with his innocent words.

Read more about this ancient Chinese poet on Wikipedia

Woven

While life is yours, live joyously;
None can escape Death's searching eye:
When once this frame of ours they burn,
How shall it e'er again return?

~ Mādhava Vidyāraṇya

musing over the Charavaka philosophy.

Moonshine

The return journey was long. The travellers were tired. The baby traveller had braved the hours of drive well but was now nearing the end of her patience.  We stopped at a corner of the winding Pasarni Ghat. The traffic moved along twisting and turning on the side of the bare hills. The moon, shining in its full glory, gave us some food for thought.

Full moon over Wai.