A Diver says Hello to a Huge Anaconda !!!!!

 source:::::  THE SUN ….

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Diver has a near hiss with 26ft anaconda in Brazil

Franco and huge snake

Brave … Franco and huge snake
Franco Banfi/Solent News

A DIVER risks his life to get close to a 26ft anaconda as it emerges from a river.

Franco Banfi, 53, looking for snakes in Mato Grosso do Sul, Brazil, was pretty sure it was safe as it had just eaten.

He just hoped it didn’t  have any fancy for food at that time when he encountered the Anaconda!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

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Read more: http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/news/4636936/Diver-has-a-near-hiss-with-26ft-anaconda-in-Brazil.html#ixzz2BsiWj3k9

Parents or the Pot of Gold !!!!

source:::: a thought provoking article by DR.V.SRINIVAS in THE HINDU highlighting the present day situation in many homes in India .. But who is responsible for this?….In most of the cases , it is the parents who are running after their children right from the day of PRE KG and LKG and mould the child”s mental makeup for pursuing the higher studies at an unknown alien land rather than encouraging their kids to understand the strength and value system of our own motherland education and career in our own home land !!!!. SO there is no point in blaming the children who after all look always to their parents for all guidance and support.

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Sunday ward rounds are always a leisurely and relatively stress-free activity for a geriatrician like me. My main purpose today is to get consent from Mr. Krishnan. His wife, Padma, has a large bowel growth and needs surgery soon. He is aged 78 and she is 73 and live on their own. Murali, their son, has been known to me for two decades and, no prizes for guessing, is a U.S. resident. I was hoping that he would come soon, enabling us to go ahead with treatment. Mr. Krishnan has early dementia and Parkinson’s disease — not the fittest person to look after a post-operative elderly patient.

My heart sank with one look at Mr. Krishnan. He looked forlorn and dejected. “Looks like he is not coming — some important project deadline. So I will have to go it alone. Do you think I will manage?”

The very question I did not want to hear, but the patient’s health does not permit luxuries. “It is ok, we will arrange for some help after discharge and I will also drop in if required.”

Mr. Krishnan looked marginally better but still the dejection remained. “Why do you think we are in this situation — is there anything that we did not do well, wrong priorities, maybe? Or, is it just our bonding that went awry? Do you see people like us daily?” he paused and added, “Oh, I hope not — we don’t want people like us to be in this situation.”

I was getting a little edgy. “No, Mr. Krishnan, unfortunately you are just a prototype elderly of modern Chennai or for that matter any metro. There are a lot of people who are in a similar situation and unfortunately there are a lot of people much worse.”

Mr. Krishnan persisted, “How do you deal with these helpless souls?”

I sounded rather paternalistic, “Well, we are here to help them!” I know only too well that it is a recurrent nightmare for someone like me. A sick person in the hospital with no next of kin to discuss issues and we have to make all tricky decisions with enormous adverse repercussions. It has always been a puzzle that many people choose to live abroad leaving the elderly parents in their homeland. It is certainly a significant sociological phenomenon impacting adversely many issues of health care of the elderly.

This has led to the mushrooming of old-age homes, or euphemistically christened gated communities, and also services aimed at home care for the elderly. A recent ruling by the government making it compulsory for children to look after their parents makes one wonder at the need for such a high level intervention. One feels ashamed to be an Indian with our much touted cultural values and respect for elders.

Mr. Krishnan must have heard my thoughts as he interjected, “So you think we did not do anything wrong to get into this situation?

With a deep sigh, I told him that we as parents all have to share the responsibility for this sad situation.

“I wish you recall the days when your children were going to school. We were only talking about the U.S. and the U.K. as the places to be, the places where you earned well! More important, you could proudly claim in any family function that your son was pursuing studies in Wharton or Kellogg school. We did not feel bad about wearing T- shirts with ‘I love New York’ written boldly on it.

There was the mad rush to the IIT, a stepping stone to go to the U.S., not among all, but in a significant percentage. The convenient excuse we gave to our friends and relatives was that there were no appropriate jobs here in India. Perhaps, that was true to some extent then but we never attempted sincerely to get a job here. It certainly never occurred to us parents that youngsters should try and build the nation to the level that made us proud.

After all, this is our motherland we are talking about. For us, MIT meant only the one in Boston, not the one at Chromepet! Our kids grew in such biased environs and not surprisingly they looked down on our nation and us. The western media and Hollywood did not help us either.

Mr. Krishnan was softer this time: “Well, maybe it is partly our fault, but what about these smart young chaps? They are mature enough to realise the drawbacks of living in a foreign country. They want to get back when the daughter starts dating foreigners and whenever there is recession, they think of the support of family and friends here. But nowhere in these equations are parents included. After all, we sacrificed so much for their education and well-being. Don’t you think it is totally unjustified?”

I smiled wryly: “Certainly, that is beyond debate. But is there anything we can do about it now? I think what can’t be cured has to be endured! Please remember there are still a lot of families where the children coordinate and take turns to look after the parents financially and otherwise. And without hurting your sentiments, I may add that the work ethics are different here, there seems to be a decent level of meritocracy in those countries and more avenues for personal and professional development in many fields. So each individual perhaps has to look at his comfort level and decide on this tricky issue.

Mr. Krishnan was not impressed. “Perhaps, it is a curse that we should suffer in silence and alone when we need people most. Can’t blame you for these. Hope you have planned well for your future!”

I thought he noted my fast receding hairline and, feeling a little depressed, I said: “I hope I have! Only time can tell. Sorry to have talked like that to you. I personally feel that we should think on a broader basis, perhaps each person has a reason to be abroad, however flimsy it may look to you. But there can be no excuse whatsoever for abandoning the care of parents in exchange for a career growth or financial gains. They should realise that without the hard work and affection of parents, no child could hope to grow! And most important, the mutual emotional support and bonding have no financial equivalent!”

Mr. Krishnan smiled for the first time this morning: “Can’t blame you — you have always been diplomatic! Anyway, are you going anywhere today?”

“Well, yes I have to take my grandson to his IIT tuition class at 10.”

“Oh, another IIT-ian in the making? How old is he?”

“He is already six years!” I rushed towards the exit.

(Dr.V. Srinivas, MD, MRCP (UK), has a diploma in Geriatric Medicine (U.K.). He is founder of the Chennai Geriatrics Centre, Adyar, Chennai. His email ID is svas99@yahoo.com)

Keywords: Elderly care, geriatrics, senior citizens, elderly persons, health care for elderly, social security, old age homes

Diwali….Festival of Lights !!!

 

source::::silicon india net…  In addition to lighting of lamps in our homes, let us light up some needy persons” homes too this Diwali by spreading our love to those people….Let us experience the Joy of Giving  too this Diwali… HAPPY DIWALI to all of you.
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Mythological Tale of Diwali!

 India is a land of cultural heritage and festivals are the main attractions. It is the land where each and every celebration has some significance and so does Diwali. It is one of the most glamorous festivals celebrated in India and is popularly known as the ‘festival of lights’. Diwali signifies the victory of good over evil and light over darkness.

Diwali: Celebration of five days

The festival Diwali is a five day celebration and it starts with ‘Dhanteras’. This day holds important significance for the business community because of the customary buying of precious metals like gold and silver on this very day. It is an auspicious day when Hindus purchase gold, silver and utensils and it is believed to be a sign of good luck.

The second day of Diwali is known as ‘Naraka Chaturdasi’. On this day Lord Krishna defeated the demon Narakasur and made the world free from his terror.

The third day of Diwali is the worship of Lakshmi, the Goddess of wealth. This day signifies welcoming of wealth, health and prosperity. On this day Lakshmi Pooja is performed and people lit earthen diyas and candles all over their house and burn firecrackers to keep away evils.

The fourth day of Diwali marks ‘Kartika Shudda Padyami’. And, the fifth day ends with ‘Bhai Dooj’ which signifies the bonding between brother and sister.

Celebration of Diwali in India:

Diwali is celebrated grandly in the Northern part of India. All the buildings, shops, houses and streets are illuminated with clay lamps, electric bulbs and candles. They have a tradition to gift their near and dear ones with silver coins, sweets and dry fruits. Interestingly, in places like Punjab, Haryana and Delhi, people play cards in Diwali. In South India, Diwali celebration starts with cleaning the house and putting kolam (rangoli). Everywhere in India, bursting firecrackers is the main attraction.

However, in the eastern part of India in West Bengal, Kali Pooja is another important draw of Bengal soon after the grand celebration of Durga Pooja. West Bengal celebrates Kali Pooja which coincides with the Diwali Festival with the same enthusiasm. The only evident difference is that while rest of India worships Goddess Lakshmi on this day, Goddess Kali is the chief deity for the occasion in West Bengal. This is celebrated on the eve of Amavasya of Kartik month as per Hindu calendar which is on the month of October/ November.

Wrapping up:

Firecrackers, sweets, earthen diyas and rangoli are the known flavours of Diwali celebration. It is a celebration of lights. India celebrates this festival with great joy and belief. It is a time that reunites family, friends and relatives. Happy Diwali!

That Is Mother !!!

Source:::: input from one of my friends thro facebook … a thought to be shared with you all….

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Amma, there is nothing there at home for lunch today? son called up his mother`s office and asked. But the mother took it by surprise and asked, “How come you are coming for lunch today?

Generally you eat outside after college and go directly to tuitions”?
But amma, you know I am having severe cold and I cannot eat outside today, I am so hungry and there is nothing left at home for me to eat?

But my dear, you didn’t tell me anything in the morning that you will be there for lunch, thats why I prepared enough for your dad and my tiffin only.

Amma please don’t give excuses and explanations, I am getting late for my tutions and I am going now.

But my dear son, what will you have now? You told you are hungry. I am so far that I cannot even come home to prepare you anything.

Leave it amma, I am getting late, and nothing will happen even if I stay fasting one time. Bye.

The incident was pricking her mind through out the day till she leave the office. On reaching home she was not in a mood even to have a cup of coffee. She was still feeling bad that her son is fasting right from the morning.

Generally she use to prepare some extra food, but of late she realised that it is going waste and stopped it today only. She felt very guilty and sad that her son had nothing to eat for lunch.

As soon as her son came from tuitions she made some hot snacks and served him. And both of them were happy for viewing the tamil serial in sun tv.

As usual the appa, amma and the son assembled in the dining table for dinner. She served both of them food and removed her lunch box from her purse.

Why amma, you are eating you lunch box now? You had any lunch party today? The son asked.

Appa said, no dear she didn’t had anything in lunch today. She told me that she was not at all in a mood to have anything after she came to know that you went your classes starving.

The son tried to hide his emotions and blaming himself. I should not have over reacted in that situation. I don’t remember what I have told her due to anger because of my hunger.

When I could convey my anger, I should have conveyed that also, that I had some heavy snacks before classes. See, because of me my poor mother is fasting right from the morning.

He could not eat anything and hugged her mother and confessed what had happen and pleaded for pardon for being so much rude.
The mother and son were blaming themselves for the situation and consoling each other. Yes that is mother.

The father was looking them as a mere spectator as tears flowing all over their cheeks and all were filled, with out having any food………………………………….

Ask Granny !!!!

source:::: unknown…input from one of my friends… nice thing to share with you all…

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Helpful Answers From Granny!

As we were walking by, we saw granny sitting on a rocking chair,,
and thought it would be the perfect time to ask her advice
about some daily problems we’ve been having around the house!

“Granny! Our kitchen has been invaded by the nearest ant nest!”
says: ‘Ants hate cucumbers. Find the ant hole and leave
cucumber skin next to it, they won’t poke their little heads out!’

“Granny! Our ice always comes out ‘foggy’ and opaque, how can we make
nice clear ice?”
says: ‘If you want clear ice, just boil the water before you
freeze them and keep them isolated, it’s the other particles in the
water that makes it look dirty.’

“Granny! I got chewing gum stuck on my favorite shirt and I can’t get
it off!”
Says: ‘If you have chewing gum stuck to your clothes, put them
in the freezer for about an hour. Then you should be able to simply
remove the frozen chewing gum by hand.’

Granny next to her: ‘Sorry to cut in, but tell them they can also
smear a tiny bit of peanut butter on it and let it sit. The fat in the
butter will cause the chewing gum to love its hold.’

“Granny! We have unwanted guests in the house – rats!”
says:’Spill some black pepper where ever you find mice or rats,
they’ll take one sniff and head for the hills!’

“Granny! My hair has lost its luster and spark!”
says: ‘If you want luster in your hair (personally I prefer
distinguished grey hair), add a spoon of vinegar and then wash really
well. The luster and shine will reappear!’

“Granny! I can never squeeze all the juice out of lemons, there’s
always more left over.”
says: ‘Soak the lemons in hot water for one hour, and then
you’ll easily squeeze out all the juice.’

“Granny! Remember that shirt I stuck my chewing gum to? Well now I
spilt ink on on it!”
(rolling her eyes) says: ‘Get some toothpaste and rub it on the
ink stains. Then let it completely dry and take it to the wash. If you
acted fast enough, you just may get a clean shirt back.’

“Granny! How can I stop my eyes from watering while I cut onions?”
says: ‘There are several ways. First you can cut the onions
under cool water, and suprisingly, chewing gum while cutting will
sometimes lower the need for tears.

Granny next to her: ‘Sorry but I’d like to add that you can also light
a candle near the cutting board, the fire burns the gases that cause
your eyes to water.

“Granny! Every time we clean the mirror, we leave obvious marks on it.
How to make it completely clean?”
says: ‘To clean the mirror so it will look new and shiny, clean
first with regular cleaning material to remove the dirt and dust
layers. Then mix a glass of vinegar with a quarter cup of water and
use some newspaper to gently clean the mirror. After that go over that
wet area with a fresh and dry newspaper. The mirror will look as new.

“Granny! I don’t have much time and I’m hungry, how can I boil potatos
faster?”
Says: ‘Peel one side of each potato before you boil them, and
they’ll be ready much faster.’

Granny next to her: ‘Sorry again, but I’d like to add a little tip –
to keep peeled potato in their fresh white color, soak them in cold
water and add a few drops of vinegar before putting in the fridge.
says: ‘Sorry and sorry again! Maybe enough butting in? They’re
asking me!

Granny next to her: ‘Sorry.’

“Granny! It takes too long to peel sweet potatos!”
says: ‘Boil them, and then immediately soak in cold water for a
few minutes. The peeling will be much easier.’

Will Chennai Ever Learn ?

Under one govt it’s go, under another it’s stop

DEEPA H. RAMAKRISHNAN   in THE HINDU……

” Men May Come and Men May Go…But  I Go on Forever ! “…..Is it applicable only to the poem  THE BROOKS by LORD TENNYSON ?!!?….

Why should infrastructure development projects of a city or state suffer everytime a change of guard in the Govt ???…. just think over …

Natarajan

 

 

The Rs. 1,815 crore elevated expressway project from Chennai Port to Maduravoyal, started with much fanfare in September 2010, has been put on hold. File Photo
The HinduThe Rs. 1,815 crore elevated expressway project from Chennai Port to Maduravoyal, started with much fanfare in September 2010, has been put on hold.

Why should infrastructure projects stop every time a government changes?

The Rs. 1,815 crore elevated expressway project from Chennai Port to Maduravoyal, started with much fanfare in September 2010, has been put on hold.

Hundreds of cement pillars standing alongside the meandering Cooum river have been silently awaiting a solution for the last seven months – yet another case of a delayed infrastructure project.

Who is to blame this time? Was it lack of proper planning? An unexpected hurdle?

This project had the support of both State and Central governments. The State agreed to contribute Rs. 470 crore in the form of land and relief and rehabilitation measures, the Central government, Rs. 500 crore and the Chennai Port, Rs. 235 crore. After an initial hurdle because of land acquisition, the project picked up pace and columns were built at various locations. In 2011 the government changed, and a year later, the project came to a grinding halt.

The reasons given were that the alignment was improper and pillars had encroached on the river bed obstructing the flow of water. What is strange is that it was the same set of officials of the Water Resources Department who cleared the project in the first place, who have now raised objections. How could a project that appeared all well and certified as acceptable by professionals a year ago, turn into something that is faulty?

Each passing day without any progress only increases the cost. The compensation to be paid by the National Highways Authority of India to the contractor under various heads rises. With 30 per cent of the project having been completed, and uncertainty still lingering, only public money seems to be wasted and the addition of infrastructure to the city is delayed.

This is not the only project the city is uncertain about. Chennai High Speed Circular Transportation Corridor that was to take off from Adyar and connect with Chennai Bypass has come to a complete halt. A detailed feasibility report was completed and a detailed project report was to have been prepared for the first phase.

Another proposal that has been grounded is the formation of bicycle tracks by the Chennai Corporation.  The Corporation had been considering bicycle tracks in Adyar and Besant Nagar, areas that have a high density of schools and many students who get there by bicycle. Initially, an 8 km stretch of arterial roads in Anna Nagar, which serves 14 schools, was to be covered for a pilot project. Design proposals were prepared and even publicised. Now there is no news about the project.

The question is, why should critical infrastructure projects that are essential to the city stop every time a government changes? The departments and officials who administer the projects in one government completely change face and position when another takes over, and bring out convoluted reasons against implementing or completing them. It is the city and people who bear the brunt and suffer from these whimsical changes and decisions.

In neighbouring Andhra Pradesh and Kerala, despite changes in government, many projects continue. It appears public interest and careful use of common resource are a priority there.  Will Chennai ever learn?

Come What May ….Mera Bharat Mahan !!!

Come what may, Mera Bharat Mahan

Aricle by
SIVAMANI VASUDEVAN in THE HINDU…. a nice article to read and share …

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I met my morning-walk park friend, an elderly retired professor, after a gap of almost four months and I found him extremely jubilant with childlike enthusiasm. Normally a sober, suave, silent and serious person, his energetic demeanour intrigued me. I never saw him so publicly cheerful and so crudely joyous. After exchanging pleasantries, I asked him mischievously whether his recent U.S. visit had worked something extraordinary on his nerves. He sighed, “Yes. I am glad I am back from that horrible place.”

I was flabbergasted. What? A place considered above the heavens for most high-end literate Indians has turned so condemnable? Could it be due to the recent anti-Indian, job-outsourcing rhetoric loudmouthed by every presidential aspirant, I wondered. Or, could my dear friend have had any bitter experience with stringent airport frisking and questioning? I asked him whether he was serious about what he meant.

The septuagenarian retorted that he was doubly sure of what he said. “What an inhospitable place! No soul to talk to. No one to open up to. No socialising. No festivity to cheer. No cheerful faces to turn to. No greetings to exchange. It is silent everywhere like a graveyard. Who needs a disciplined concrete jungle, artificially landscaped waterbodies, smileless spic and span gardens, excessively etiquetted people with borrowed mannerisms on the road moving like machined souls, synthetic illuminations and too monotonously moving vehicular traffic?

Even babies conduct themselves as though pre-programmed, he lamented. “How long would you squat before a lifeless TV and surf a thousand channels doling out inorganic soaps? There is no life in that damn place.”

I was stunned, shocked and stupefied beyond description at his uncharitable tirade. How come such an affluent paradise on earth had driven my benign friend to the extremity of acute repulsion! He went on: “Look at any place in India. It is vibrant, moving, agile, smart and happening.” He thundered: “Could you find a moment of dullness in our land? The garbage, the stink, the civic problems, the horrendous traffic, the ubiquitous corruption, the unruly crowd and the merciless weather notwithstanding, India is a heaven.”

“The U.S. is no match to my beloved country. People are living here, I tell you. There, they live synthetically. A row of silhouetted dwellings, painted structures, spruced up boulevards, trimmed roads and lifeless malls do not make a living complete. There should be life in people.”

He continued in the same vein: “Take India. It is a contagiously socialised set-up. People here are sensitive to everything around. There they are sensitised to live a life of chip-regulated, dreary robots. They may have wealth. They are no competition to our well-lubricated social set-up, though a few pockets in our land are impoverished, no doubt. Heére we breathe novelty and richness of our cultureinto life. There they move about as though it is an unpardonable sin to look at each other into the eyes.

“They are keyed in to live a chosen mould of plastic life. Here it oozes with human spirit all around. Their emotions are chequered and seldom high-voltage. Our sentiments are touching and penetrating. Their feelings are codified. Our passions are deep and genuine. My motherland is the greatest of all places on this planet,” he ruled. His non-stop encomium on life and things in India was compelling. I introspected on whether I was guilty of not appreciating the inherent virtues of my land.

I did not leave my friend at that. I told him that he might not have been to the great Niagara Falls, Disneyland and Hollywood. “Yes. They are marvels. But look at those who come to enjoy the wonders. They revel in narrow groups and small units. There is no thrill of maximising the pleasure of meeting a literal sea of men at such lovely places. They conduct themselves in isolation and to the exclusion of each other around. There is an unpronounced seriousness in them. They tend to glorify exclusive privacy. A place like that in India would throw up unprecedented camaraderie among visitors.

“Our trees, meadows streams and hills echo poetry. There they reverberate officiousness. Our birds sing lullabies. I did not find the same melody there. There is five-star culture everywhere, distant from the pristine earthly flavour of our land. They are conditioned. We are simpletons. We don’t put on airs. They have too much of professionalism, robbing themselves of the very charm of a carefree life. Our festivals, heritage and our spirituality have no equals and parallels there, you note,” he roared.

I added that he might not have tasted the spicy, night life of that dreamland. He instantly responded, “Yes. I had witnessed that sensuous liberty. It is spurning, I say, it is gawky, crude, short of exhibition of a beastly passion and devoid of civility. Living by flesh is no living. One should live by one’s soul. Too much of nectar is poison. A man does not live by bread alone,” he sermoned.

AS IT WAS GETTING HOT WITH THE MORNING SUN ARRIVING PRONOUNCEDLY, I REMINDED HIM THAT IT WAS TIME TO PART. JUST THEN, A YOUNG LAD RODE HIS BICYCLE PAST US SPLASHING ON US THE RAINWATER COLLECTED — DURING THE PREVIOUS NIGHT’S SHOWER — IN A PUDDLE. MY FRIEND EXCLAIMED, “LOOK. THIS IS MISSING THERE, THE VERY SPARK OF MISCHIEF OF LIFE.” I WAS SHOCKED AT THE MAN’S METAMORPHOSIS ON RETURN FROM HIS DEBUT FOREIGN TRIP. I REMEMBERED A NAUGHTY COUPLET COINED BY A PARTICIPANT IN A KAVI SAMMELAN TELECAST A FEW MONTHS AGO, “PROMISE YOU MAY, A HUNDRED MOONS AND HEAVEN. COME WHAT MAY, MERA BHARAT MAHAN.”

(THE WRITER’S EMAIL IS PUSHPASARAN@YAHOO.CO.IN)

KEYWORDS: US lifestyle, India lifestyle

You Tube Maami….

Here is a couple who are familar with NRIs  for their popular You Tube Videos on Indian tradional recipes…..

Natarajan

YouTube maami

OLYMPIA SHILPA GERALD     ….THE HINDU….

Geetha and Radhakrishnan known in cyberspace as 'Srirangam Radhu' are popular with NRIs for their YouTube videos on traditional recipes. Photo : M. Srinath
Geetha and Radhakrishnan known in cyberspace as ‘Srirangam Radhu’ are popular with NRIs for their YouTube videos on traditional recipes. Photo : M. Srinath

From a tiny kitchen in Srirangam this elderly couple teach NRIs how to make traditional south indian dishes  through YouTube

The cashew sputters and the warm smells of melting ghee hover in the air. The maami in green madisar tosses the pan in her tiny kitchen fitted with traditional brass and copper pans, microwave, stereo and laptop. Her husband flits around her, sometimes helping, sometimes getting in way. As she stirs and stokes amidst peals of bicycle bells and squawking crows in a quiet neighbourhood in Srirangam, there are thousands replicating her moves in compact kitchens at Minnesotta, Canberra, Abu Dhabi and Amsterdam.

A YouTube search for Srirangam prompts up ‘Srirangam Radhu’ even before the iconic Srirangam Temple. Geetha and Radhakrishnan are relatively unknown in their own neighbourhood, but their combined internet avatar as ‘geetradhu’ on YouTube commands a huge fan base among NRI Tamils all over the world.

What originally started as a cooking demonstration of South Indian favourites for their son settled in Canada morphed into a life-saver with 400 videos and counting for students, newly married couples and long-time residents who crave for a taste of home in alien lands. In the process ‘geet radhu’ have created a digital archive of aviyal, karunai kizhangu masiyal, mor kolmabu, ellu chutney and many more in a format that allows for step-by-step learning.

“My son, a mechanical engineer, married a Canadian girl and settled down there,” Geeta recounts. “He was fond of my cooking and said he missed it. We decided to make a video with instructions on preparing aviyal in 2008.”

The video was uploaded on YouTube and Jyothika Sri, someone who stumbled across it, requested for vatha kuzhambu that set the flood of enquiries and subsequent posts. “We made the first few videos with only our son in mind. We never expected them to become so popular. It was like a director’s first film turning into a hit.”

There are umpteen cooking videos to be found on the internet but ‘Srirangam Radhu’ as they are popularly known have a distinctive appeal. Imagine you’re in foreign shores, longing for a taste of home food but know next to nothing about cooking. You chance upon a grandmother figure who can guide you through all your favourite recipes step-by-step and is savvy enough to wield a laptop and camera. And there’s a father figure standing by asking all the questions which you’re afraid are too foolish to ask. All this in a setting that is nostalgic of mom’s kitchen. Now would you prefer Nigella Lawson with gleaming glass bowls and designer kitchens or grandmom standing by your elbow telling you in Tamil what to do and most importantly what not to do?

Inside mom’s kitchen

“One compliment we often get is Amma Nyabagam Varudhu’ (I remember my mom),” says Radhakrishnan who records his wife’s cooking in a pocket recorder while simultaneously playing the part of an amateur cook troubled by culinary doubts. “All the trouble we take is worth the effort when people tell us ‘my child is a poor eater but loved what I cooked today’ and ‘my husband and I no longer fight over cooking,” says Geeta, who believes it is never too late to learn how to ladle up something edible. “I knew nothing about cooking till I got married. Whatever I learnt was from my mother-in-law, an expert cook.”

Though retired, it is perhaps her profession as a school teacher that makes her an ace at giving methodical instructions while speaking to the camera. The videos are real time and offer a close up of all the ingredients, how they look after they are crushed or ground and each stage of preparation. There are no rehearsals or multiple takes which only enhances the output. “Only once we messed up, it has worked out right every other time,” smiles Geeta.

While most people in their age bracket may show reluctance in taking towards technology, Radhakrishnan’s curiosity and love for experimentation has made it possible. “We learnt by trial and error. There are instructions to operate everything from uploading a video to editing,” he shares. “Without his assistance I could have done nothing,” Geeta smiles fondly at her husband. “I hang around asking all the questions. Some viewers say I’m helpful, others feel I talk too much,” he guffaws. The channel has crossed a million views, reached the top ten rankings in YouTube once and later approached by advertisers, brings in around 100 dollars a month. “I think it is the native touch,” Radhakrishnan tries why their YouTube channel has struck a chord. “Two people talking in a kitchen with the sound of a pooja bell, an autorickshaw hoot or a conversation next door quarrel, all bring home closer to them (NRIs).”

Geet Radhu have taken a sabbatical of more than six months to visit their children abroad. Thanks to their YouTube channel they have an extended family all over the globe and advice is solicited on various matters including nose piercing and real estate. On popular demand, the couple also uploaded videos of homam, varalaskshmi nombu and vishu kani rituals for NRIs who tuned in to catch them live. In the course of four years, Radhu maami has now improvised recipes with microwave equivalents, occasionally English translations and planned around ingredients available in European or American markets.

Though a self-confessed orthodox maami, the family’s cosmopolitan nature (her son married Canadian and daughter married a Christian) are reflected in her contemporary take on food like curd rice with cheese.

But the maami who has managed to play foster grandmom to thousands of young people, has her biggest culinary challenge closer home. “Cooking for my British Indian grandson on his holiday here,” she sighs.

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பாட்டி  வைத்த கொலு நான் பார்த்ததுண்டு   –ஒரு
குட்டி  பயலாக !!!..  அம்மா கொலு வைக்க  படிக்கட்டு
 கட்டி  நான்  அடுக்குவேன் பொம்மை ,   ஒரு  சுட்டி பயலாக !!!!
 வீட்டு கொலு பார்க்க  நேரம் எங்கே   அப்போ!!!!…
 வீடு வீடாக  கொலு பார்த்து  சுண்டல் சுவைக்கவே
 நேரம் இருக்காதே அப்போ!!!!
  அருமை மனைவி  கொலு வைக்கும் நேரம்
  பொறுமையா  ரசிக்க நேரம் எங்கே அப்போ!!!!..
  அலுவல்  நிமித்தம் அவசரம் எப்பவும்  அப்பப்பா !!!!!
   இப்போ  இருக்கு நேரம் நிறைய ….மனம் நிறைய
   நான்   ரசிக்க ஒரு கொலு இப்போ இங்கே  … தினம்  ஒரு
  சுண்டலுடன்!!!! … அதுவும் அயல் நாட்டு  மண்ணில் !!!
   எதுவும் முடியும் …. மாமா …மனம் இருந்தால் …..கொலு
    என்ன பிரமாதம் ?!….  ..இது  என் மருமகள்  வாதம் !!!!!
    ஆமாம் ஆமாம்  இதுவும்  எதுவும் அந்த பிள்ளையாரப்பன்
    ஆசீர்வாதம் !!!  நாளும்  நாம் பணிவோம்  அவன் பாதம் !!!!
     when i am seeing  Navarathri Kolu  in Queensland, Australia , i recall my school days when i read WASHINGTANIL  THIRUMANAM by SAVI
     in ANANDA VIKATAN those days !!!!  what a lovely serial story it was with full of  humour !!!!   …..Now at this juncture, sitting in Australia and
    watching  KOLU at my son”s house , i recall that  story by SAVI wherein he picturised a south indian wedding at Washington with all fanfare and fun
     including MRS.Rockfeller”s
        active participatin in that wedding!!!!!!….
       Natarajan

ஒரு சாப்பாடு …ஒரு ரூபா !!!!!

source:::::DINAMALAR…Tamil Daily….

Natarajan

மதிய உணவு வேளை
ஈரோடு, பவர்ஹவுஸ் ரோடு, அரசு ஆஸ்பத்திரி எதிரே உள்ள ஏவிஎம் உணவு விடுதி அருகில், காலில் செருப்பு கூட இல்லாதவர்கள், உடம்பில் சட்டை போடாமல் துண்டு மட்டும் கொண்டு இருப்பவர்கள், ஒரு காலத்தில் வெள்ளையாக இருந்த வேட்டியை அணிந்தவர்கள், நைந்து போன புடவையுடன் காணப்பட்டவர்கள் என சுமார் இருபது பேர் அந்த உணவு விடுதி அருகே, கண்களில் கவலையையும், கையில் ஒரு பையையும் வைத்துக்கொண்டு நின்றார்கள்.

சிறிது நேரத்தில் உணவு விடுதியில் இருந்து அழைப்பு வந்ததும் கையில் இருந்த ஒரு டோக்கனையும், ஒரு ரூபாயையும் கொடுத்துவிட்டு ஒரு பார்சல் சாப்பாட்டை வாங்கிக்கொண்டு திரும்பினர்.

பார்த்த நமக்கு ஆச்சர்யம், இந்த காலத்தில் ஒரு ரூபாய்க்கு ஒரு சாப்பாடா என்று!

உள்ளே வாங்க விவரமா சொல்றேன் என்று மெஸ் உரிமையாளர் வெங்கட்ராமன் அழைத்துச் சென்றார், முதல்ல சாப்பிடுங்க என்று சூடான சாப்பாடை சாம்பார், ரசம், மோர் கூட்டு பொரியல், அப்பளத்துடன் வழங்கினார் சுவையாகவும், திருப்தியாகவும் இருந்தது.

நீங்க சாப்பிட்ட சாப்பாட்டின் விலை இருபத்தைந்து ரூபாய், இந்த சாப்பாட்டைதான் இப்போது வந்தவர்கள் ஒரு ரூபாய் கொடுத்து வாங்கிச் சென்றார்கள், அவர்களுக்கு மட்டும்தான் ஒரு ரூபாய். அது ஏன் அவர்களுக்கு மட்டும் ஒரு ரூபாய் என்ற உங்கள் சந்தேகத்தை விளக்கிவிடுகிறேன்.

எங்க ஒட்டலுக்கு எதிரே உள்ள அரசு ஆஸ்பத்திரியில் உள் நோயாளிகளாக அனுமதிக்கப்படுபவர்கள் பெரும்பாலும் சுற்றுப்பக்கம் உள்ள கிராமத்தைச் சேர்ந்த ஏழை, எளிய மக்கள்தான். நோயாளிகளுக்கு மதிய உணவு ஆஸ்பத்திரியில் வழங்கப்பட்டுவிடும், ஆனால் கூட இருக்கும் உறவினர்களுக்கு ஆஸ்பத்திரி நிர்வாகப்படி உணவு வழங்கமுடியாது, அவர்கள் வெளியில்தான் சாப்பிட்டுக்கொள்ள முடியும், அவசரமாக வந்தாலும், நிதானமாக வந்தாலும் அவர்கள் கையில் காசு இருக்காது.

ஆகவே அவர்களைச் சார்ந்த உறவினர்கள், நண்பர்கள் பலர் பல நாள் ஒட்டலுக்கு வந்து சாப்பாடு என்ன விலை என்று கேட்பதும் கையில் உள்ள காசை திரும்ப, திரும்ப எண்ணிப்பார்ப்பதும், பிறகு அரைச்சாப்பாடு என்ன விலை என்று கேட்டு அதையும் வாங்காமல் கடைசியில் ஒரு டீயும் வடையும் சாப்பிட்டு போவார்கள் சில நேரம் வெறும் டீயுடன் வயிற்றைக்காயப் போட்டுக்கொண்டு போவார்கள்.

தினமும் ஒரே மாதிரி மனிதர்கள் வருவதில்லை ஆனால் அன்றாடம் வரக்கூடிய இருபதுக்கும் குறையாத மனிதர்கள் பலரும் நான் மேலே சொன்னது போல ஒரே மாதிரிதான் நடந்து கொள்வார்கள்

பசியாற சாப்பாடு போட கடை நடத்தும் எனக்கு இதை பார்தது மனசு பகீர் என்றது. சரி தினமும் இருபது பேருக்கு ஒரு வேளையாவது உணவு தானம் செய்தது போல இருக்கட்டும் என்று எண்ணி இருபது சாப்பாடை பார்சல் கட்டி வைத்துவிடுவேன், ஆனால் இலவசமாக கொடுத்தால் அவர்களது தன்மானம் தடுக்கும், ஆகவே பெயருக்கு ஒரு ரூபாய் வாங்கிக்கொள்கிறேன். மேலும் இந்த இருபது பேரை அடையாளம் காட்டுவதற்காக ஆஸ்பத்திரியில் உள்ள உள்நோயாளிகளை கவனித்துக்கொள்ளும் வார்டு பொறுப்பாளரிடம் இருந்து டோக்கன் வாங்கிவரவேண்டும்.

இதுதான் சார் விஷயம். இது இல்லாம எங்க ஒட்டலில் சாப்பிடும் உடல் ஊனமுற்றவர்களுக்கு 10சதவீதமும், கண் பார்வையற்றவர்களுக்கு இருபது சதவீதமும் எப்போதுமே தள்ளுபடி உண்டு. பொருளாதார நிலமை கூடிவந்தால் மூன்று வேளை கூட கொடுக்க எண்ணியுள்ளேன்.

இந்த விஷயத்துல நாங்களும் கொஞ்சம் புண்ணியம் தேடிக்கிறோம் என்று என்னை தெரிந்தவர்கள் வந்து இருபது சாப்பாட்டிற்கான முழுத்தொகையை (ஐநூறு ரூபாய்)கொடுத்துவிட்டுப் போவார்கள், நான் அவர்கள் பெயரை போர்டில் எழுதிப்போட்டு நன்றி தெரிவித்துவிடுவேன் என்ற வெங்கட்ராமன், நமக்கு விடை கொடுக்கும் போது சொன்னது இதுதான்…

“எப்படியோ வர்ர ஏழை,எளியவர்களுக்கு வயிறு நிறையுது, எங்களுக்கு மனசு நிறையுது”

முக்கிய குறிப்பு: நமது இணையதளத்தை இனிய தளமாக மாற்றுவதில் பெரும்பங்கு எடுத்துக்கொள்ளும் வாசகர்களில் ஒருவரான ஈரோடு கார்த்திகேயன் தற்போத பெங்களூருவில் ஐடி துறையில் வேலை பார்க்கிறார். ஆனாலும் ஊர் பாசத்துடன் நிறைய ஈரோடு தொடர்புடைய படங்களை போஸ்டர் பகுதிக்கு அனுப்பிவைப்பார், அப்படி அவர் அனுப்பிய ஒரு படத்தின் அடிப்படையில் விசாரித்து, விவரித்து எழுதப்பட்டதுதான் மேலே உள்ள ஒரு ரூபாய்க்கு ஒரு சாப்பாடு கட்டுரை, ஆகவே அனைத்து நன்றியும் கார்த்திகேயேனுக்கே. ஒட்டல் நடத்தும் வெங்கட்ராமன் போன் எண்:9629094020.