Of Cooking Wisdom, Of No Expectations..

“Hold fast to dreams
for if dreams die
life is a broken-winged bird
that can not fly”. – Langston Hughes.

I’ve believed in this quote since I was a child. Call it
Mind Control.
Gratitude.
Manifesting.
Aboriginal DreamTime.
Shakespeare once said “What’s in a name? That which we call a rose/ By any other name would smell as sweet.”
Just a simple but strong Desire for something – a state, a situation..
My love to read, teach, write, do music, feed and a host of other things. Social media has given me the opportunity to showcase all this in a somewhat mediocre way, not its fault but mine, for I cook what I selfishly want to consume or in a rare selfless state, I churn dishes for family and friends. I take non exotic photos, add some music I like and post them.

And so when I was recently asked to showcase some food unique to my upbringing and culture, I was ecstatic.

I’d mentioned before in an older post that my sisters and I had launched a book of Mum’s much loved recipes on her 80th birthday. What better way to showcase my heritage than by selecting a couple of recipes from her book. I added a Malaysian twist to one as I am a mixed breed of Sri Lankan Indian Malaysian.
Will not spoil the surprise as the show will only air later this week.
The hostess Swastika Ganguly is a lovely young exuberant engineer and an award winning actress, following her passion in theatre, writing and the arts too while managing her own engineering consultancy. A role model for our young women.

Why do I cook?
When I cook, I feel the truth of this quote by Laurie Colwin,
“No one who cooks, cooks alone. Even at her most solitary, a cook in the kitchen is surrounded by generations of cooks past, the advice, and menus of cooks present, the wisdom of cookbook writers”.
I am grateful that through Mum’s food, I am able to step back to beautiful moments in time, my childhood, when all things were bright and beautiful, when we didn’t think that we’d have to grow up.
I cook because I want others to feel the essence of what this food means to me and what it will mean for them.
And the best mode of cooking is to cook from a place of love, with no fear and no expectations, from the heart.
I believe that if you do this with anything and everything you Cook, Paint, Dance, Sing,
Dreams will come true.

Draped a kanjivaram Handloom silk purplish magenta with bottle green and gold borders and pallu. An easy drape and a favourite of mine. Got husband to click a few shots after the cook but I looked a bedraggled mess so am sharing a click of me with the hostess in my kitchen, and the rest in comments.
A huge thank you to Katyayni Jha Thakur
and Anshoo Kashyap Sharma for their invaluable advice😍.

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#180 #SS 25/2022

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Of Taking Stock, Of Being Grateful..

Have been on a high for the past few days.
Work, Life balance seems good.
Meaning art music passions work life coexist quite comfortably.
However just a day or so ago, couldn’t shake off this weird feeling of wanting to be silent, not so bubbly.
Walked through the corridor of bedrooms and observed the silent emptiness of the rooms, those of the D1’s.
Felt a little sad because of the fact that they have been unwell.
But realising too that me worrying is not going to make them better.
So instead
am calling, ensuring they speak to their healthcare professionals, get themselves sorted, get rest, use allopathy, naturopathy, and
Sending positive thoughts and vibes.
And in so doing,
Am happier calmer.
And hopefully they are too.
Accelerated by a call to my guide best friend, my sister Thayalini CT Nagendran.
Something she said stuck with me – for example when she is with her family, she thinks about her daughter overseas and misses her, feels sad. She then tells herself to be grateful that her daughter is happy and doing so well. So basically to focus on the good however seemingly bad the situation may be.
Tough, but we must try.
It’s so much easier and nicer being happy than unhappy.

Draped a gorgeous light soft cotton silk Kalamkari with a Prussian blue body covered with mango and flower motifs, a border of dancers in a procession continuing onto an intricate pallu of Krishna, Radha, Gopis, on various musical instruments. A post Krishna Janmashtami drape.
Apt for an evening of class and introspection..

The pic in comments is an older photo which showcases the pallu.

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#181 #SS 26/2022 #silk #tussarsilk #tussar

Of Obstacles and Their Remover..

Blessed Vinayaka Chaturthi to all.
A work from home day. A very early start to ensure a full day’s work.
In the early evening, made some tomato rice, fruit nut modakams and kozhukattais, Kara pidi and ammini kozhukattais referred to as angumanis by my son in law 😍. Food pictures in comments.
Had a quiet puja at home with family. Two brilliant young friends joined us, an architect and a surgeon, NZ’s only female spine surgeon.

Draped a special Saree. Gifted by my dear friend, the young surgeon’s mum, 30+ years ago. My friend has since passed on. A much loved, oft draped handloom kanjivaram silk, purple veldhari with mustard orange gold borders and pallu. The original blouse gets stuck midarm and only the first hook can be clasped😀🤣hence the flowery kalamkari khadi cotton blouse.
Photo credit goes to D1 who shares husband’s view that the blouse is a mismatch. But thick skinned me does not give two hoots – I feel good and that’s all that matters. (Photo also clicked at the end of a long but beautiful fulfilling day).

Signing off with Ganesha Chaturthi greetings,
never belated,
if one believes that time is non linear..
Salutations and Prostrations to the Lovable Lord of New Beginnings,
Remover of Obstacles,
Bearer of Great Tidings and Blessings, Personification of Intelligence, Perfection.
May our Sweet Lover of Modakams,
bless us all with love and light, understanding, wisdom, happiness,
great health, prosperity.

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#182 #SS 27/2022

#silk #kanjivaram #kanjivaramsilk #veldhari

Of Arts, Of Concerts..

The much awaited day dawned bright and clear. With the advent of spring, days are slowly but surely getting longer.
Made D2 who was down for a short stint, her favourite vegan nasi lemak.
Then got ready to attend our annual arts programme at a local temple hall.
Got in early to setup stage, hall, ensure mic balancing and other minute details were sorted.
Students trickled in dressed in their cultural best.
Parents, families, friends, well wishers took their seats.
And the concert was a huge success.
Why wouldn’t it be?
The vocal, dance, veena, mridhangam students had practised hard and well, and so they rendered their pieces with confidence. Parents teachers family friends students left the hall beaming with pride, a palpable sense of achievement in the air.
D1 D2 draped lovely sarees, of which I have no shots, as is the norm.

Draped a gorgeous cream, in some lights, grey, others white, beige, with budgie/parrot green, gold borders and pallu, and red white black geometric patterns borders and pallu. A pochampally/ikat/silk. My very first online purchase many years ago when there was no shipping charges 😎
Draping it for the second time only. The blouse had been a tad loose and I’d procrastinated to get it altered. The first time I’d worn it had been for a Saree Speak Online Meet a year ago. Sadly, the blouse fits now.
Husband managed to get two good shots.
More photos in comments.

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#183 #SS 28/2022

#silk #handloom #pochampally #ikat

Of Surprises and Dads, Of Graduations, Of Successes..

A culmination of 4 years, nay a lifetime of study, was celebrated early this week.
My baby’s graduation.
D2. Vindhya Suresh.
My strong one. My survivor. My quite-ignored, unassuming, quiet, behind the scenes yet fiercely independent, compassionate sensitive heart of gold angel graduated.
Managed it through the Global Pandemic, through online study, cancelled, postponed, deferred, delayed clinical placements.
Left home as we knew it when she was five. To her new home.
Winced when ‘saw’ became ‘was’ and ‘write’ became ‘wirte’ in essays. Relieved when I’d attended a school camp and observed her classmates’ equally interesting take on spelling.
Watched like a hawk as she worked through maths books from Singapore.
Thought her writing skills were a little sus until one bright day she published an inspiring children’s story which now has pride of place in her college library.
Initial years with only husband working and the stay at home mom not wanting to place two little girls in after school care, meant some extra curricular activities had to be given a miss. Yet swimming was/is a constant in her life, swim squads and then volunteer lead coach for Special Olympics New Zealand.
And finally the occupation of her dreams.
The morning was spent in photo shoots at a park near the arena.
The Afternoon was the Ceremony.
Her father appeared to be unfashionably late initially.
Doors were closing, no sign of him.
He’d texted, “I’m seated”.
I replied, “Obviously not”, staring at the glaringly empty seat beside me.
D1 pointed ahead.
And there he was, seated on stage, part of the Stage Party/the academics.
He’d wanted to surprise her/us 😶😎.
We’d cheered and clapped as her name was announced, she walked up to receive her award, was capped, and he was there a little ahead, waiting to greet her on stage. We cheered even more as he hugged her and gave her a beautiful bouquet of flowers.
A wonderful surprise for a wonderful occasion.
Went on to get official photos taken.
The day ended with a delicious meal at our favourite Italian place.

Felt and feel immensely proud that my feisty Disney princess is now in a position of being able to give, to serve.
Draped this magnificent kanjivaram black, with copper, black and gold pallu and border. Presented by husband 25+ years ago.
I’d initially intended draping a white/yellow or a blue kanjivaram silk and she’d insisted I wear rich black.
Posted an unofficial click, courtesy of
D1 and cousin Vanitha Sarkkunan. Will probably receive Official photos soon.
Photos of the graduate are in comments. She’s in a beautiful white kanjivaram silk with lilac, blues on borders and pallu.

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#184 #SS 29/2022

#silk #handloom #kanjivaram #kanjivaramsilk

Of The Sisterhood of the Traveling Saree..

ATTENTION ALL NEW ZEALAND SAKHIS.

THE TRAVELLING KUNBI..
thank you to Vini Tandon Keni..
has arrived in New Zealand having been handed over by Anuradha Sainath
to our very own Archana Passi Pabbi who’d excitedly draped the saree in Singapore then here in Auckland.
Our first gorgeous Kunbi wearer.

Those of you who would like to drape this beauty please private message me your full name and address with postcode.

As advised by other city organizers, the process will work somewhat like this :

  1. the Kunbi will be sent to you
  2. Please thank the sender, drape the saree and post pictures and writeup on Saree Speak. Acknowledge sender in writeup. Use #travellingkunbi in writeup.
  3. Please arrange for delivery to the next person on the list – by hand, courier, but asap.
  4. Please inform me/organizers who it has been sent to.
  5. The saree must move on to the next person within a day or two please.

So receive, thank, drape, click, post photo, writeup, send.

She will move from Auckland right down to Dunedin passing through many towns and then onto Australia.

Now, digressing completely from above topic,
For Navarathri a few days ago, I’d draped a gorgeous rich kanjivaram – vermillion with embossed peacock feather/flames with buttis of annapakshis/swans, green and gold borders, and red, gold Annapakshis, flame patterned pallu. Matched with saree’s blouse – flame with green and gold borders. Gifted by the man with great taste a few years ago.

Photo credit – My son in law, when visiting my Sambandhi’s home for vethalai paku/thambulam, D1’s first Navarathri after marriage.

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#186 #SS 30/2022

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#kanjivaram #silk #kanjivaramsilk #handloom

Of 9 Days, Of Wonderful Doings..

Navarathri.
9 days of Doing wonderful things.
Be it doing puja, making music, cooking prasadam, going to work, temple, getting students prepared for temple performances, visiting friends’ homes or just clearing the altar, setting up for the next day,
Each bit of Doing was a meditation in itself.
Lalitha Trishati, Sahasravidya, Sahasranamam recitations along with other prayers got us supercharged.
I’ve fallen behind in my blogging and posting as the days seem to have shrunk.
I’m afraid I did not follow the Navarathri colour code as I tend to wear reds/maroons for Durga for the first three days, pink for the next three days of Lakshmi and finally creams and whites for my favourite final three days for Saraswathi. And horror of horrors, I have not had many photos clicked! But somehow managed to salvage a few..

So, on Sunday I draped this creamy white kanjivaram silk, with pallu and borders of lemon yellow, gold and silver, mango and flowers in gold. Body has silver diamond shaped buttis. My first online purchase some years ago during a Deepavali sale when postage charges had been waived.

Apt calm sunny choice to mentor my students as they performed in front of Saraswathi in a temple.
Watching them, my prayer was/is
That they continue to sing, play veena, dance, immerse themselves in the arts while pursuing studies and other passions and goals in life.
That they understand that by doing so, they will inspire others to do the same.
That they aspire to attain greater heights.
That they know that Learning NEVER stops and that their knowledge is but a mere drop in the vastness of the ocean of music.
I pray for my students, my family and myself for the correct attitude and mindset when pursuing any field ie.
humility, unquenching thirst for more knowledge, single minded devotion to the teacher and the tenacity to practise and master the skill.

May Saraswathi bless us all, for we are Eternally Students.

Photo credit : The Good Husband.

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#187 #SS 31/2022

#kanjivaram #silk #kanjivaramsilk #handloom

Of Mineral Bottle Cap, Of Great Miscommunication..

Tuesday.
Navarathri Final Day.
Saraswathi Puja. Instruments, books, wiped, placed in front of Her, with chandanam kumkum on each item.

The cycle continues.
Work. Prasad. Puja.Temple. Performances.
The Culmination of the 9 days from Awakening to Doing to Being.
Durga. Lakshmi. Saraswathi.

Draped this gorgeous cream and royal blue/purple kanjivaram handloom with diamond shapes, mangos on pallu and border. Gifted by husband 6 years ago. Throwback to summer of 2016. He was in Chennai then and I was visiting my sister in Perth. I’d not just eyed but had covetted Vocalist Dr Sowmya’s white and light blue kanjivaram when she’d performed in Auckland 18 years ago.
And the good man was attempting to get something like that for me. I was at a dinner party in a childhood friend’s home, basking in the warm sunshine, wolfing down canapes and I get this call. My husband had found a saree with a blue the colour of a mineral water bottle top. A light blue. Sky blue. I was ecstatic. Yes, little things make me happy. We chatted somemore, he’d got some lovely combos for the girls too. One of which D2 finally draped at her graduation ceremony recently! And D1 is now getting the blouse sewn. They’d both been saving the sarees for extra special occasions.
Anyway we all return to NZ and we sit together and do this traditional unravelling and exchange of gifts. And he hands me this gorgeous royal blue cream dream. So thrilled but realised we’d been envisioning two different mineral water bottle caps 😂 So am still on the lookout for Dr Sowmya’s combo 😎 and he doesn’t know..yet.

Draped this for a temple performance at which the students performed/offered their learning to Saraswathi remarkably well.
And to top it all, kindly requested husband to wear matching veshti and kurta.
So off we went, the Wifey in cream and royal blue silk and Husband in silk cream veshti with royal blue border and royal blue silk kurta. Such fun!

But not before a click or two. Note missing stool in photo. Photographer was perched on it in an attempt to get the optimal shot.

More photos in comments including an earlier post’s photo.

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#188 #SS 32/2022

#kanjivaram #silk #kanjivaramsilk #handloom

Of Gurus, Of Blessings, Of New Learnings..

Vijayadasmi.
The Culmination of an incredible nine days of home poojas, making prasad, Temple visits, golu hopping, student aradhanas/rehearsals, full time work.

A day when sishyas must learn a new lesson and receive blessings from their gurus. I emphasise to them that the correct attitudes to have, when pursuing any field are humility, unquenching thirst for more knowledge, single minded devotion to the guru and the tenacity to practise and master the skill.
I want for them to know, to understand that Music, the Arts should be an intrinsic part of themselves, and that the sum of these parts, their careers, their arts are what will make them whole. I want them to know these can exist side by side and are not mutually exclusive.

Received my Guru’s blessings too.

Draped a lovely light silk mustard green kalamkari with a gorgeous pallu of my favourite bird – the Swan surrounded by lotuses. Added bonuses are motifs of the musical instruments I love – veenas, sitars, tablas, mridhangams, horns.

Photo credit : My student Ambika Krishnamoorthy clicked as I taught on the Veena.

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#189 #SS 33/2022 #cottonsilk #kalamkari

Of Nothing of importance..

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#167 #SS 12/2022 #silk

This past fortnight has been busy.
Good busy.
Headless chicken kind of busy.
Gross. Why did I write that.
Now I can’t get that out of my mind.

Onto nicer stuff.
Work.
Fried brains. Catching buses, missing buses, long walks, figuring tech stuff.
Home.
Food prep, prayers, newly weds visiting, girls’ movie night at D1’s home with her mother in law and me. Watched Confessions of a Shopaholic. Binged on tea, snacks, finger foods, prepped by D1, creamy pasta by my sambandhi, store bought pizza by me. Photos in comments.
D2 is visiting soon. Can’t wait to have us together again.
And Classes.
Finally.
Started face to face sessions. So good to see my students. Promised that I would be nice and sweet for the first class.
And
My class with my Guru.
Don’t want to jinx it.
But Mami was happy.
And my heart was and is so full that I’m getting back to some semblance of normalcy after a wedding, settling one girl in another town, girls having flown the nest, settling into a new job, restarting classes.
Back to walks, temples, music, friends,
Netflix/Prime/bingewatching Marvel movies,
And planning for the
6th Saree Speak Birthday Bash.
Video calls with the team Kirithika Kiki Sucheta Banerjee Sandi Perumal Vanitha Sarkkunan Kishori Telang planning, consolidating, meeting restaurant owners, planning meal menus, games, gifts. Photos in comments.

My award-from-me winning photographer D1 visited on Thursday. For a home puja. She clicked me draped in a golden yellow orange silk with printed wide spaced buttis on body, geometric prints and buttis on pallu, gifted by Kiki and quite well mismatched, I must say, with a cotton brown checked blouse with orange borders.