Masala

One of the things I miss about living here in the US is the smell of masala. Somehow the smell seems muted. In the beginning(LOL! no its not a religious text) without stores that held all the masalas I wanted, I had the basic – Chilli powder, coriander powder, turmeric powder and whole spices which meant I would have to make the masalas like my mother did(roast, combine, powder), if I wanted things to taste the way they did in India. Over time the tongue and nose has adjusted to things as they are, that when I visit India, I am jarred by the aroma of cooking from different homes as I walk around…I walk slower in India, you know why

Need makes you do things differently…from a person who sneezed and stayed away when her mother used to make the masalas, I now stay, sneeze and make my masalas. I dont store, instead make it just enough so what is left of freshness is captured in the flavors. I couldn’t get all the recipes from my mother but I did look up with aunts, friends, and online recipes to be be able to get a Taste of Home.

Now, over time, I have come across different cuisines that have their own masalas, which I look up and cook once in a while. I like the Mexican Adobo masala(have seen different versions of it) and Filipino Adobo and Indonesian Sambal Olek, which I like to use for fried rice mixtures. I also like the Korean Gochujang paste- it works well for vege salad phases. And of course Sriracha’s chilli sauce(my fav for clearing sinus’s🙃)

Leaving you with my staple of my combos that works well for us.

Since I am bad at remembering grams/ounces versions of recipes and cook by Eyeballing , I use approximate ratios, which means one container for measuring all ingredients. Do change the quantities and experiment to see what feels good on your tongue. In my book, if there is one thing that is simple, yet a foundation for happiness, it is Food that Satiates you. I think it is a blessing to be able to have food you enjoy that satisfies taste buds and stomach.

Garam masala

1:1:1 :: pepper : coriander : jeera – This adds flavor for most of my lentil based stews North Indian style.

Sambar powder

1:1:2:1:1/2:1:1 :: Chana dal : Urad Dal : Coriander : Red Chilli powder : jeera : desiccated coconut : kari leaf powder(this was optional depending on if I get kari leaf) – This for my South India Go To of Sambar.

Rasam Powder

2: 2:1:1:1/2:1/4 :: Tur dal: coriander : jeera(cumin) : red chilli powder : Pepper : Hing(asafoetida)

All of those are roasted/toasted on a low- medium flame(depending on my urgency :D) and powdered using a mortar pestle or a dry grinder/coffee grinder. For small quantities of food, for that one Lunch or dinner, I use teaspoons; for something I make for two meals, I use the tablespoons, if I plan on storing in air tight containers, I use cups. If I plan on giving away … you get the idea 😀

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Night Sky

The Sky, is a sort of constance in my life…like as if to say “No matter what, I am here.”

I was outside at dusk, as the first stars began to appear in the sky(Yes, I am a compulsive sky watcher/seer/starer). I was sighing as I realize that as I age, there are lesser stars I see on the night sky, lots of things that I wont see without the help of some optical device. Suddenly the topic for today’s Musing appeared to my brain- Light Years!

The first time I heard the word was in a Physics class at school where my teacher was explaining what a light year meant- it was the Distance travelled by Light in one year. At the time, all I did was to read the definition, memorize it, and tuck it away so I could have the right answer on my exams in case the question was asked. Yes, nothing was more important than just muddling through school.

Years later, I realized the implication of the word- Light Year, and it completely boggled my mind. If someone said “They saw something that was at a distance of ___ light years.” It meant that they were at the time, seeing something that was there One year ago, that the object that the eye was seeing at the moment was something as it was in the past.

Now imagine this – we are seeing the past in our present each time we are looking at the twinkling stars in the sky. Magic! We are in Two Time Zones at the Same Time. Is that Time Traveling without Travelling? That thought made looking at the night sky even more fascinating.

The brightest star in the most visible Constellation the Ursa Major(the Big Dipper aka Sapta Rishi of the Hindu Name and Fame) is about 81 light years away, which means the light we are seeing is the light that was 81 years ago and what ever light that star is emitting in our now will be visible to us 81 years from Now. Mind Boggling isnt it? And so I walked in after staring at the sky to write this on 10th day of September…while wondering what other things I had missed scrutinizing while I learned them at school.

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Planter Joy

This year, I managed to grow Roma Tomatoes, Vine Tomatoes(they are not ripe yet), Yard Beans, French Beans, Cilantro, Mint, Amaranth and Pumpkin. I still have Roses, and other flowers that I planted over the years. I also got a couple of succulents to add to the two Ice plants and Hens and Chicks(Sempervivum). The weather was not typical of the NW weather. It was drier and hotter but it was a better year for plants in my planters, of course, I had to make sure all had enough water. I also had to lay to rest one of the Sage plants, and a couple of Strawberry plants and Blueberry and Thai pepper, decided to leave too, along with one Lemon plant that was about 1/2 foot tall. It is always win some, lose some.

Presenting some of the flowers and harvest I got this year.

Top to bottom, left to right – Hydrangea, Yard Bean Flowers, Wisteria, Calla Lilly, Lilly of the Valley.

Left to right – Figs, Yard Beans, French beans and Roma Tomatoes.

Preparing the soil, sowing the seeds, watching them sprout, the profusion of colors, flower and fruit gives me a joy that I cant explain. I watch the flowers and fruits, invite the bees , butterflies, hummingbirds, sparrows, chickadees, jays, woodpecker, finches, crows, ravens, on occasion wild rabbits, raccoons and neighbours cats. I have watched a peregrine falcon come and carry away a mouse. There is a rhythm to the whole process, of growth and death. I am grateful for life allowing me to watch this process. If I had the capital, growing plants would be something I would love to do.

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Thursday’s thoughts

1. I dreamed something I cant remember but it has changed the way I feel from yesterday to now. I have a long way to go in maintaining my composure, regulating my emotions, and being the charioteer and not the wild horse.

2.There were 3 Crows trying to sit on the same tip of the branch of my neighbour’s apple tree. Why? the tree is huge and has many branches and tips and fruits, yet this one space became Prime Real Estate?

3. I read a news report much against my better judgement, knowing I will get annoyed and triggered and end up projecting on others around me.. Yes, breathing deeply now to let it go.

4. I note there are some books I start reading and I cant ever seem to get to finish and my patience runs out.

5. I have been cooking too much even though I hate having to manage the leftovers…food calculator part of my brain is malfunctioning.

6. I miss having people talk the same language as I do. Its not that I like being around most of them…but I miss hearing the language.

7. I got a fistful of yard beans from my plant baby, some of them over a foot and a half long. I feel gratitude yet all of the other thoughts have killed this joy. Yep, working on letting go.

8. I have trouble taking compliments, it makes me wonder with these thoughts “they say this because- they are being nice/My Friend(family)/trying to connect/being amiable(kind)” I have to argue with myself to accept it as True…I feel so terrible about it, it makes me a reluctant compliment giver because I feel they will think so too. Hah! double whammy! Yep, working on Trust.

9. It rained a couple of days last week and my ritual of watering the plant has taken a backseat. Yesterday I realized, some of my planters needed more than the rain. Missed observations due to assuming things and becoming complacent.

10. As I age, I realize more and more about what my Cousin summarized life to be with just ONE word “Maintenance”. Everything from our habitats, homes, relationships, body, mind etc.. requires regular maintenance! and the work is never DONE.

Thank you, for reading. I realize that I dont have any Upbeat thoughts today. If any of this is offensive or triggering, please know, that isn’t my intention. This is an effort to show up for this Musing, be consistent in keeping small commitments in whatever form I am,as opposed to quitting midway because my MOOD wasn’t right. Thank you for your patience and compassionate listening.🙏

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Second Hand

This term is so versatile in meaning, the way it is used. For the longest time as a child when this term was used, I thought they meant the left hand. Its what happens when you are learning English and you speak a different tongue and are surrounded by other languages, especially in India.

There is a lot of unspoken nuances with the this term. The most familiar ones to me are hand-me downs(clothes, toys, books, jewellery, accessories) – aka, second-hand goods. They brought with them a set of rules in my home – Never wear them or use them around people, who know the people who gave them to you. It was emotionally degrading, not saving face especially if someone in that group would say “Isn’t that so-and-so’s dress(or item)?”… you could wear it around the people who gave it to you, as that was an expression of Gratitude. Navigating this was such a pain, that I just wore these, only while I was at home, less stress, less botheration. As I grew older, I found ways to counter the disdain from the wealthier, unseeing lot. I looked upon it as being kinder to Mother Earth, filial to our Ancestors, whose motto was(loosely translated) “waste not, want not”. Afterall, the best expression of awareness is to do what you know is right and in harmony with people and resources available to you at any moment. And, my second hand clothes that were still in good condition were handed off to my cousins, I guess you could call them Third-hand? So I understood the term as applied to things we got from someone else who has no use for them anymore.

But, that wasn’t the only way. I heard this applied to a person, and I was appalled. My young brain was set to a rage when I heard a relative talk very flippantly about a Widow who was marrying again with “I don’t know why he wants Second-hand goods” A Woman, a Person, a Hand Me Down!!?!! And the Irony, the Man was a Widower, and none thought of applying this term for him? Isn’t he a Hand Me Down “Goods” too, by the same standard. Alright, so People can think like this too. I filed that piece of knowing away, promising to never ever use that term on anything Alive.

Fast forward to my life here in the US. I came across two more ways of using the term. 1. Second-hand Smoke- Which I had to be very aware off, unless I wanted to be sick with irritated sinuses and a massive gong-head 2. I have watched some bizarre ways people from my Country behave, and my skin flushed, I didn’t understand why that happened. Rationally, each person is responsible for their behaviour, yet here I was flushing, wanting to dissociate with the other person who I knew was from my land of birth with skin tones and lilts in their tongue just like mine, yet, I had red ears, flushed face and crawling skin. Much latter I came across the term – Second-hand Embarrassment. I have since learned to set up a fortress for this feeling, so I can walk away without flushing.

In a way, this is a second-hand account of my mulling over the term, as the experience I write about is in the past. yet here I go musing about it.

Do let me know what other versions of these you have heard. Language, vocabulary, meaning, usage of those aspects, fascinates me. Thank you for Reading.

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Thoughts on Teacher, Teaching and Learning

September 5th is the Birthday of Shri. Sarvepalli RadhaKrishnan (Sep 5th 1888 – Apr 17th 1975) the Second President of India(1962-1967) who was a Historian, a Professor of Philosophy, a Politician and a Statesman. Indians celebrate his birthday as Teacher’s Day. He has authored books about Indian History, Hindu Philosphy and Translated Many Hindu texts and the Dhammapada to English.

My take on him feels like Plagiarism, as I am only spouting what others have said and know of him. The only direct perception of him I have is when I read His translation of the Upanishads.

This day, I would like to offer my Gratitude to the Teachers, who are present and absent, who come in the form of the Profession of Teachers and those who Teach with their mere presence and interactions in my circle of life.

In Gratitude to my teachers who I had the privilege to be a student of Physically at school, college and other extra-curricular activities. Gratitude for teachers in the family, among my friends, acquaintances and people I meet in my day. Gratitude for teachers, who come to me through books, art and entertainment. Gratitude for teachers I chose because I was drawn to what they said and did, who I never met but have a profound affect in the way I think and do. Gratitude for the teachers of my children at school, college and activities too, and for those silent watchers with helping hands, minds who helped raise my children.

I do enjoy Learning. I have to figure How to Learn the subjects I don’t like, that’s my big flaw. I will go all in when it comes to something that interests me or holds me in awe…but ask me to do something I “HAVE TO” learn and my Heel goes 6 or more feet in! But I will take that small blessing and be happy – I like to learn what I like to learn.

Thank you all for keeping me Humble enough to Learn and Hopefully share in what I learn. May We Continue to Learn and share in our Learning all through our Lives.

I leave you with a Sanskrit Hymn that I chant as an affirmation to begin any study, with its meaning

Saraswati namastubhyam varade kaamaruupini
Vidyaarambham karishhyaami siddhirbhavatu me sadaa.

Word Meaning: Saraswati – One who flows. Namastubhyam – I bow to/bring attention to Varade – One who blesses Kaamaruupini – One who fulfills our aspirations Vidyaarambham – Beginning Studies Karishyaami – I am. Siddirbhavatume – My goals fulfill. Sada– Always.

Translation : I bring my attention to that which flows, blesses and fulfills my aspirations, as I begin my studies. May I accomplish my goals.

Signing off,

You know who.
 

Stepping Back

While seeing, watching, and observing the world, we become aware of what we really care about, our blind spots, our perceptions and the distortions in our perception . Stepping Back is an art form. It gives us a better perspective, before we end up shooting our mouths or alienating the object /person we are interacting with. But, stepping back isn’t easy to master. It requires us to go in steps, just like everything we do in life- we never walk well without stumbling and falling many times. Sometimes an wound caused by the fall will illicit an all or nothing reaction in us, and how we navigate that moment changes us and our view of the world around us and builds our resilience.

Any place that people gather in person(as part of a club, association, organization etc.) or virtually (social media platforms, discussion boards, blog world) seem to do two things to people – 1. give a sense of belonging, with an echo chamber that gives a feeling of being in the majority/dominant group that has a Feeling of Being Right OR unbelonging and the unraveling due to isolation(human beings don’t thrive in isolation, at least that is what various studies on human behaviour shows) 2. a need to become fanatical about the views, conventions, rules, protocols, rituals, dogma of the group they belong to or a rebellion towards all of the views, rules, etc.- For or Against Behaviour.

This has been my observation and feeling while watching the crowds. Anyone who might have a balanced view of things is usually shut down or not ever allowed in or given an opportunity to voice any of their opinions or given room for their actions. The Trend seems to be Anything on the Extremes is a good thing. The Extremes makes most people Access their Reptilian Brain(A Fear/Discomfort that triggers a Flight, Freeze or Fight response). There is Drama! which gives the required viewership and attention to the said group or media, and need for fame or clout or sphere of influence for capitalistic gains or an emotional/mental need are met.

This is where taking a Step Back makes sense. It is an exercise I have been a failure at, most times. When I read/listen to the News(its something we end up doing even if we are just check the weather report) I try to practice Stepping Back with the questions “Is this True? Is there corroboration? What is the Context? What was the conversation that lead to this response? Are the people qualified to make this statement?” With People, before I respond, I try the Buddhist principle of stepping back with “Is it True? Helpful? Inspiring? Necessary? Kind?” and if it is a no! to any off those questions, I dont say what I was going to(at least I like to think so). And Yes! I fail miserably at remembering this most times.

The words Trigger and Trauma Response are used very often in Mental Health, that it is becoming a way of looking at the world. I agree with the fact that None in our world are without an experience of some form of trauma or triggers. It is hard for each of us to work at it on our own and makes us overly cautious of being authentic in our interactions. When we are not sure if the interaction will be pleasant, we lean heavy on avoidance and isolation behaviours(was reading about the Japanese word Hikikomori and its implications on everyday life). Stepping back helps us review the situation we are in, helps us chose words and actions that could help with what the situation is, rather than going with our Limbic brain’s response.

Now, I recognize the Irony of these thoughts of mine that I have put out in a place where others “Could” read, being similar as looking for attention or, some kind of validation. So Thank You, dear readers, friends and family who read and respond…it makes me feel like I have a place I don’t have to fight for within this space and time

Signing off,

You know who.

Acknowledging vs. Accepting vs. Approving vs. Agreeing.

These were written out from a thought I had as I was sipping my coffee, this morning.

I watch the confusions leading to communication breakdowns, primarily due to not Listening well OR being unable to focus on the topic and going off on a tangent OR due to not understanding nuances of definition of words and how they show up in our interactions. The most common ones being the words in this title.

Acknowledging : The aspect of Using our Senses, Literally and giving an expression thereof. “yes, I see, I hear, I know, I recognize the EXISTENCE of…” This is the most important aspect of maintaining any relationship in our lives., The ability to SEE and convey that they were SEEN. This is a basis of our Existence…All our words in any language are an acknowledgement of a Form that is SEEN. To those who can acknowledge existence with their Silence, I bow in gratitude for honing this skill I don’t have yet.

Accepting : The aspect of receiving, taking in, to answer affirmatively, to accede, to undertake a responsibility, to accomodate, to believe, to regard as normal/suitable/usual, to receive as a meaning or convention.

Approving : The aspect of our mind, to think favorably of an idea, an action, or a convention that has been ratified by a group of people. This is a great responsibility that each of us have, as this can make or break our inner lives.

Agreeing : The aspect of our minds, to look upon the views or actions and go along with it consistently, in harmony of thought and action. We need to be careful and aware of what we are agreeing to. If we can’t act on what we agreed, it is a non-verbal disagreement. When we do not agree with something we can’t consistently support that agreement with actions. What we act on each day, without others reminding us or having a consequence we can’t bear, are always the things that we agree with.

So, these are things I have observed, I could be wrong in my perception, so please, do let me know what you think.

  1. I can acknowledge something without agreeing, accepting or approving it.
  2. I can agree with something without approving it, but I will have to acknowledge and accept its existence and its affects in our lives.
  3. I can accept something whether or not I agree or approve of it, but I will Have to acknowledge it to be able to accept it.
  4. When I approve, I would have to do the homework of acknowledging, agreeing and accepting it wholesomely.

Now, none of these definitions talk of violence in behaviour, but in real life, we see that most often when these concepts are applied, positively or negatively, we get to see people whose emotions are haywire – we have trouble with clarity of thought, speaking up, hurting, pain and violence in mind and body…It makes me anxious when I think of sending our Children into such a World. I acknowledge- Violence most often stems from a Fear; We as a culture, society, community, do not address Fear; I have no tools to deal with fear in others except to back off and watch from the fringe. I cant accept this, or agree with it or approve of such an existence. I sit on the “Flow”.

Signing Off

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Kindling

No, I did not mean to misspell the device name for reading books. Kindling, the fascinating process that could start a fire in my Grandparents wood stove. It used to be magic to watch my grandparents use the slivers of wood, sometimes shavings of wood to begin a fire. When I used to help pick the kindling, my grandmother used to say, “pick the slimmest slivers, be careful, don’t get them under your skin” Of course, at the time it was just a warning so I really paid attention to how I was picking the wood and not spend my vacation time, hunting for the invisible pricking under the skin.

Back in Bangalore(Bengaluru), my neighbour next door who spoke Tamil used the same word in a different manner. In conversations with friends, he would retort at his friends who teased him, (translated) “What? You want to Kindle me?” I pondered the poetic undertone of that sentence…so nuanced, Person being Kindled…oh the Idea!

Even Later I began to pay more attention to words. The books that moved me, the poems that made me cry or laugh or mentally skip, all kindling something within me. And its opposite- watching people in different organizations, with their own aims and schemes, and Politicians use words to gather momentum for their ideas, ideology and build their numbers, strengthen their followers, their troops. Media, using words to obscure the truth, and further their own agendas. I watch as so many kinds of Kindling happens… How unaware I was of these when I was young (facepalming). I wondered how I could be this way, in a bubble of my ignorance. Scary!! On the other hand, what am I going to do with this knowing other than watching and examining my own thoughts and words?

I watch another kind of Kindling too, among the young ones, the kindling of their curiosity, their inner compasses, their understanding of the world around them, their quest for the truth. This I Prefer.

Wishing for all inhabitants to be kindled in ways that help make a beautiful world

Signing off

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Juggling

Somewhere in my reading of Hindu Philosophy, I happened upon the definition of the Word and it stuck with me, as it made complete sense to me. The Word(Vach/Vachas) is Sound(Shabda) for a Form(Rupa). The English translation read “A word, is a name for a form” I thought how profound that was in its implication – There was no speech before we made a noise and agreed that was the noise for the form(object) we were perceiving. It came to my mind was if we didn’t make any noise when we noticed things, we would have probably never reached the over 8 billion population we have today. Imagine how we could ever escape a predator in our Hunter/gatherer phase of evolution if we didn’t have a word for “Run!” or eating something poisonous with “Dont eat that, it will kill you.”

A while later, I heard this popular sentence “You have to name it to claim it.” This I heard when women were being coaxed to speak up instead of keeping silence over micro-aggressions from others, or suppressing their emotions for fear of conflict. I never knew why I was annoyed at people in certain interactions, until I read the word definition for Gas-lighting. Sure enough, claiming that word made my undefined annoyance so easy to understand.

A while later, I came upon The Zen Master Thich Naht Hahn and heard two more words and their definitions, that made complete sense to me. Being- a silent awareness of life pulsing in its enormous fractal-ity, yet knowing of its impermanence in the same moment, so much so, that it makes all of our emotional reactions to the moment, moot; and Inter-being- a fact that for as long as we perceive our existence, nothing on this earth stands alone, that what affects one, has its affect over the other lives.

What I said in paragraph 2 conflicts with that in paragraph 3, – when we claim something, we cease to BE, as Being is fluid, not as permanent as when we Claim something for ourselves. When we Claim something, we also disclaim our inter-being, as it changes the way interactions go, simply because we claimed in our perception.

In all of this Word Juggling that goes on in my everyday life and conversations, I try to remember that when a word is uttered, I am naming a form, and that it remains true as long as I work with the agreed upon conventions for the name and form. That is the only truth in all of what I say, as sad as it is. That all misunderstandings stem when we aren’t clear in our word usage, or we never learned to use the words in a manner that makes understanding crystal clear.

Pondering on Clarity of Speech and Words

As I sign off

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