Fish Festival @Home – Ginger Fish

Bengalis are synonymous with fish. NO…they are not legendary swimmers! Nor that they are great lovers of water bodies! I am simply referring to their capacity of eating fish and fondness for all dishes made of fish 🙂 ! I am one; though have discovered this ‘fishy love’ pretty late! But then, better late than never, right?

Here is the expression of my love for fish – Ginger Fish, a self concocted recipe that came out to be pretty well.

Ginger Fish

And, here goes the recipe:

Ingredients:

Fish 4-5 pieces (any variety of medium size)

5-6 table spoon ginger paste

3 tomatoes

2 large onion

2-3 green chilli

Turmeric powder

Cumin powder

Red chilli powder

1 tea-spoon of kalonjir

Salt

Refined/mustard oil

1 lemon

2 cups water

Ginger Fish

Ginger Fish

Process

Make a paste of onion, 2 tomatoes and the green chilli. Add the ginger paste, salt and one tea-spoon of turmeric powder. Marinate the fish with this paste for 1-2 hours.

Heat oil in a pan and fry the fish pieces. The sides of the fish should turn a bit brownish. Do not deep fry. Keep the fried fish pieces aside.

Slice the other onion and keep aside. Now heat oil in a wok and add the kalonjir. Fry till they splatter a bit and then add the chopped onion. Fry till the onion turns a bit brown. Add the marinate-paste and fry the masala till oil separates.

Add water and simmer for some time. Adjust the taste and add the fish pieces. Do not stir much. Place a lid over the wok and bring the gravy to boil.

After 8-10 minutes remove the lid and check if the fish is tender. Keep on boiling the gravy in low heat it gets the desired consistency.

Sprinkle lemon juice over the dish, garnish with tomato or coriander leaves and serve hot with steamed rice.

Fish in ginger gravy

And my love for fish continues 🙂

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A Summer Delicacy

In Bengali it is called ‘Begun’ which can be loosely translated as one with ‘no-virtue’! However, the dishes that can be made with this vegetable, can be so yummy that none will dare to call it be-gun’! I’m talking about brinjal or eggplant and my latest rendezvous with it is called ‘Doi-Begun’, or brinjal in curd-curry; a perfect summer delicacy when served with hot steamed rice or chapati/roti. To add more taste plus visual delight, I sprinkled the finished dish with poppy seed, a total Bengali effect! 🙂

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Here goes the recipe:

Ingredients:

  • 2-3 eggplants
  • Mustard/Refined Oil for deep frying
  • 1 tea-spoon cumin seeds
  • 1-2 green chilli
  • 1 ½ table-spoon of ginger paste
  • 150-200 gm curd/plain yoghurt
  • 1 table-spoon sugar
  • 1 tea-spoon turmeric powder
  • 1 tea-spoon red chilli powder
  • Salt
  • Poppy-seed/coriander leaves

How to cook:

Slice the eggplants in round shape and marinate with salt and turmeric powder. Set this aside for 5-10 mins.

Heat oil in a wok/pan and deep fry the marinated eggplant pieces.

Add a pinch of salt and the sugar into the curd/yoghurt and make a fine paste.

Heat fresh oil again in a pan/wok and add the cumin seeds. Wait till these splatter and then add green chilli and ginger paste. Fry for 1-2 mins and add red chilli powder, salt and turmeric powder.

Add the battered curd and mix well with the fried masala. Next add the fried eggplant pieces and just half a cup of water. Adjust the taste which should be a mix of tangy-spicy with a light dash of sweet. Cover with a lid for 3-4 mins until the gravy is thick.

Garnish the dish with poppy-seeds/coriander leaves.

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Enjoy with steamed rice or chapati. 🙂

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Down Memory Lane – Two Boys Went to Delhi

Down Memory Lane – Two Boys Went to Delhi.

It Doesn’t End in Class

It Doesn’t End in Class.

A Fun Filled Krav Maga Team Outing – Part I

It was a CW Proposal. If you are wondering what or who this highly confidential sounding CW is, then here is the answer – CW denotes Mr. Clarence Wong, the never exhaustive activity think-tank in our energetic Hyderabad Krav Maga family. Now, to catch up on the trail let’s come back to the ‘CW Proposal’ which was a quick trip to Medak Church and the nearby dam. So, on a fine Saturday afternoon, divided in four cars, we started our trip.

The group on the trip

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The journey that ensued created a string of fun-filled moments that till date we cherish. For instance the memorable detour of our Sir ji and Rahul; their pakoda picnic on the way while the rest of us was trying to get them back with us thinking they are having a hard time finding the way back!

medak2Sir n Rahul before taking off to their detour! 😀

We also did experience being ‘stranded’ in the middle of a highway, that also sitting in a moving car due a spectacular difference in speed between the three other cars! While CW’s mean-machine zoomed passed ours, there was no sign of Sir’s Yeti cause of his cautious driving 😀 . The only relief was the occasional view of Kaushik’s car which signaled that we’re on the right way!

knThat’s KN’s car; our relief!

And at last we reached! The rain started by that time creating a lovely weather but also hurrying us up on the way back. So, here are some quick treat to eyes, the places that we visited –

churchThe Medak Church, our main trip attraction.

medak4A view from the Church entrance of the rain drenched pathway.

dam 1Trip attraction No: 2; Medak Dam

dam2A lovely water bed near the dam.

And as the evening darkness was setting in fast, conniving with the cloudy weather, we had to start our return journey ASAP. But a lovely and memorable trip was this one paving way for many more in the days to come 🙂

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Life Begins @30!!!

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The numbers are just a trick played by your mind ‘polished’ with social conventions, norms, rules, customs and other blah n blahs! You can always check the strength of these so called ‘guardians’, the ideas, against the natural element, say for instance water, and washed these shackles will be for sure; freeing you and giving a chance to be yourself!

So, here I started; moused through the RSVP platform and found myself at the start of an amazing weekend trip, my very first adventure trip to Dandeli; yonder to the white water of River Kali. I flowed, drowned, floated, choked, laughed, screamed, survived and LIVED!

Several stages of being one with the nature woven together, thanks to modern technology!

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The rocking ride.

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The much ‘awaited’ collision!

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The ‘content’ n thoroughly happy me 🙂

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A chatty gathering of the thrilled group around the camp-fire. The warmth ensued from those flames paved way for dreams untold…

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A peaceful night out in the tent amid the nature, twinkling starts and night chill.

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Starting off for the next installment of fun. The whole group together.

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SMILE MILE! 🙂

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Zipping Myself Up for More Thrills

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So Zip-lining it is!!! The first call for the first adventure activity in my recent trip to Dandeli in Karnataka, India.  Have seen several pictures of people happily hanging themselves in the name of this one! On further research on info and images I was ‘made’ prepared for this event. But the experience I had was reflected in neither those words or in those images! An experience totally different that will take me to try zip-lining even from greater heights in future, for sure. 🙂

Getting Harnessed

On reaching the spot, the experienced instructor got me buckled up or strapped in a multi-layered harness, a pair of sturdy but slightly torn gloves, bearing the marks of repeated trips to the other side and explained the lines on which I have to push meyself forward. Once hooked to the line it was all upon me to decide whether to enjoy or panic or just hang in the air. My choice was for the first option and I was literally drawn towards the river. I wanted to hang just on the rapid in the middle of the river to get soaked in the refreshing splash of Kali river and I DID so! It was so much fun to experience the shower, the wind, soaking into the nature and experience the zip-lining for the first time. Never got so many perks all at once!!! Nature is indeed benevolent 🙂

Finishing Touch

And the touch it was!!!!! Ouch!!! The cable-grabbing trolley came over to the sides of my over-sized gloves, getting it stuck to the line and breaking off my refreshingly dreamy state  😦 . Fortunately I didn’t have to struggle much to get it out. But signal it was – to move myself off to the other side and let others try the activity too… (Did that darn trolley purposefully do that!! Hmmm!). After this I dragged myself forward and finished the amazing journey quite fast.  The helper on the other side got me out of the hook, harness and helped me to get to the ground and relish the just finished activity at length 🙂

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Things You Should Remember

Please don’t get carried away! By that I didn’t mean that you should hang on to the line at one place, mind it! You should not panic either. Just follow the instructions to pull and move yourself to the other side, properly. Otherwise you will run the risk of getting stuck in the line, like me.

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Krav Maga for LIFE – The Hyderabad Chapter

Krav Maga for Life – Chapter 2

Blindly believing “If you do not harm anyone, none will harm you” can work for many; may be in a lifetime they would not face any adversity. But, in a world governed by the principal of ‘survival of the fittest’, can we really be lackadaisical about our own safety? Probably not. And here comes the importance, the need of learning self defense techniques, the need of learning Krav Maga.

Why Krav Maga?

You can ask and of course, you should ask, before you commit yourself to the art. Krav Maga is an Israeli Martial Art that combines practical techniques of many other martial art forms like Muay Thai, Jujitsu etc. Basically this form teaches you 200% defense using your body to simultaneously defend against an attack thwart the adversary. You learn to defend yourself against apparently simple but potentially dangerous hand gripping to choke attacks, bear-hug attacks to disarming your opponent once you advance in the levels of learning Krav Maga. So, now you see the practicality of the training? And that’s not all; regular sessions will help you stay fit as each class opens with fair amount of warm up exercises as well.

Krav Maga Hyderabad Chapter

Krav Maga Hyderabad is a part of the Krav Maga India group which in turn is a part of the International Krav Maga Federation. Mr. Vikram Kapoor is the Chief Instructor of IKMF India and for all the centers in India. In the Hyderabad center Captain Ajit Varma, is our instructor. Classes are held in the dojo @360° Fitness, Jubilee Hills on weekend. With the rising enrollment almost every week, now there are two batches available. Beginners come in the 9am to 10:15am slot while the seniors practice in the second slot: 10:15am to 11:30 am.

The exciting and rigorous or excitingly-rigorous session starts with KIDA, the bow, and you are up for a relievingly exhaustive and enjoyable session. So, if you are looking to pep up your fitness regime with practical combative techniques or you are just simply a Krav Maga fan, just make up your mind to follow through the processes and visit the dojo.

KIDA 🙂

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Krav Maga for LIFE

I cannot remember what was my reaction when I first heard the name of this martial art form. Neither can I recall the feelings while visiting the dojo for the first time. All that unfamiliar feelings, however, are changed now; replaced with a smile, a vibe of life, cause Krav Maga has become an indispensable part of my life. Krav Maga for ‘life’, truly!

Martial art, like many other traditions of India, has always been there, embedded in the main stream of life, but passed into oblivion. I cannot but feel a bout of sadness to see that the moment ‘martial art’ is uttered, all that the common folks remember is the Far East, the legends and contemporary practitioners, not in the real life arena but in the reel life. Not that it is bad; not that I don’t respect those famous figures who have ‘earned’ their fame through rigorous practice and not by chance. But the itching part is, very few of us are aware of our indigenous martial art forms like “Gatka”, “Silambam” or “Kalaripayattu” though fortunately the last one has gained some mileage now. On the contrary, it is almost ironical to see there is no dearth of karate or kung-fu masters (at least in their words, if not in action or practice) that you’ll meet in every nook and corner in India. Finding the ‘real master’ is to find the needle in the haystack! But that’s a different story. What my point is, you will easily find many people familiar even with the names like Muay Thai, Taekwondo, various styles of Kung-Fu so on and so forth, but very few who are truly aware of our indigenous martial art forms! And it is almost a relief that I feel seeing very few people actually know of Krav Maga cause those who ‘know’, are really aware of this practical form of martial art. A BIIIIIIG relief, I would say. Call me a deterrent material on the way of popularity for Krav Maga, but I really do not wish my dearest form of martial art gaining popularity through fake practitioners. Let it be exclusive, but let it be practiced by those who love this art from their hearts and not for their ‘reel-life’ inspired portrait of martial arts.

And so, here I go again. Unlike many girls and like some, I was enthusiastic about learning martial arts during my academic life. But ‘like’ many Bengali parents cancelling the ‘unlikely’ breach of common Bengali traditions doled out for girls, I was prescribed a doze of practice – not instrumental but vocal feats of music – Classical, Rabindra-sangeet, Nazrul-Geeti and so on!!! So my dear dream of training in martial arts went into a slumber for almost 18 years before it was shaken and stirred up by the chance meeting with Krav Maga, through my dear hubby. And the story began.

It is only 5 months now, that we are practicing Krav and already in love with this practical form of self-defense techniques. And if the chance meeting with Krav Maga was not enough, we’ve got luckier to get an enthusiastic team of fellow Kravists, all training under the experienced instructor, the talented Mr. Ajit Varma, the ‘Sir’, our sir 🙂 .

We all look forward to the promising 48 hours; may be some of us begin our Monday thinking that 5 more days to go to the ‘promised hour’!!! I did it and still do it. But now I look forward to even more exciting 3 hours within that 48 hours; the 3 hours that have given a motive to my life (not that I didn’t have any; after all waiting for the next End of the Season Sale can also be motive enough :D), something without which weekends become meaningless to me and it is Krav Maga, it is the dojo, the familiar faces and the comforting, stout presence of Sir that make me feel that yes, life is worth living.

A journey that started in August 2012 at the 360° Fitness center, the location of the Hyderabad dojo of Krav Maga India, a part of the renowned International Krav Maga Federation (IKMF), is still in its nascent state; but promising enough to get me addicted and look forward to a long-term association with the art form, with the honorable instructors and with the bunch of crazy-unique fellow Kravists.

Krav Maga – bringing lives together, weaving the dreams and passions for A BETTER LIFE.

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Net-(Not)-Working

 

“You know, I have never felt that security, that feeling when you are being taken care of, being taken aback with sweet and lovely surprises…” and her voice trails off, “from the one you love or expect to be loved”…

With each blobbing sound that the pebbles are making when she is dropping them, a little wistfully, in the quiet lake below the rock she is sitting on, Naina cannot help thinking that those pebbles are drowning themselves under the weight of each single wish that she is carrying in her heart. Carrying, in silence, and burying forever.

“So? You are going to change all that? Ain’t you?”

Naina couldn’t hear any assurance from him, in word; just a hand on her shoulder drawing her close to him and she breathes life. Her eyes, she feels, suddenly heavy, scared to look at him, in fear of breaking the feathery softness of the moment; a moment that symbolizes the triumph of all the good things that human emotion has ever offered.

And suddenly she starts! With a little violent jerk in her heart she realizes that there is no hand wrapping her shoulder! That still there is a gap between them. It was she who was imagining things. Or is it? Naina feels a little distraught. She was talking, telling him how she feels and what she expects and waiting for his answer! Or did she really utter those words? Is it that the pebbles she is throwing into the water, they were talking back to her?

“Well, doesn’t matter”, she thinks. “As long as you sit beside me and we keep on translating the silence between us in our own way”. Silence speaks more than words – she remembers the poster suddenly flashing in her mind.

“What is he thinking?” Naina tries to probe into his mind. She steals a glance, daring not to disturb his train of thoughts. There is a faint smile by his lips and eyes give off a sense of things he may be thinking of, that Naina has no clue of knowing. Distant, this is the word that suddenly reflects in her mind and it stabs.

With a gasp, Naina controls herself. Cautious not to let him sense the sigh she let out just now. “He must be thinking of all the fun he keeps having with his colleagues and friends!…” Naina struggles desperately to catch a glimpse of his mind with the little information she has on him. The Facebook pages reveal him; naughty, moody, stylish, funny. She feels good, thinking how lively he looks in those pictures. And she musters some courage to look at him, suddenly seized by an intense urge to touch his lips. But no. She should not.

“You should keep all your past experiences to yourself” she recalls him telling her and it paralyzes her; right to the core. Naina feels drained, left with no ideas to talk forth. She feels scared once again, to look at him, although different reason this time. Awfully shamefaced that she was thinking of sharing all her past experiences as a means to finally let go of the sharp dagger that keeps slicing her till now.

“Selfish I’m; trying to burden him with my darkness.” Naina thinks.

“But then what we have between us? Shouldn’t we know each other behind the curtain to play the drama of life like pro?”

“How would we build the unique chemistry between us if we don’t know certain vital things that have made us the individuals we are today!”

Questions start clamoring; they start to take possession of her heart; they start buzzing like some crazy unstoppable vibration of a mobile phone.

“A phone?”

“Ohh! My phone was buzzing!” And her hand automatically reaches, stop the buzz and Naina opens her eyes.

“Dreams!!! Again!!!”

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