This week has been a very rough week for me and fans of Rishi Kapoor and Irfan khan. The Two most favorites actors of Indian cinema passed way. Both battled cancer and died. Two days first thing in the morning I read in the news was the death of two versatile actors.
Whenever I hear or read about death, my dad comes in front of me. I recollect all that happened on this day in 1997 as if it happened yesterday. My eyes try to capture him more and more because I feel after today I won’t see him. I have his picture in my shrine which I see everyday but seeing in blood and picture is different. He comes in my dreams very often and the dreams are pleasant. The other day I dreamt that he passed away and was going to see to a mortuary.
I was watching a Rishi Kapoor’s movie in which he says value your father when you have him. I may have not listened to him or maybe I disobeyed him, not sure if I have valued him when he was alive. My greatest regret in my life was not obeying him on that day. He told me to get an auto.
That was the last talk and eye contact i had with him. I should have gone to get the auto,at least he would have been calm as while leaving the house he looked upset,maybe he was not well and wanted to avoid a walk?
I have to learn to value what I have.
The calmness in the house kills me.Sometimes when I come home after work, husband takes kids to math classes and house is so calm.
I hate it and feel like going to the math class to bring kids back home. Sometimes I go directly to math classes from work because I don’t want to be in the house without them. I know I am possessive and I am not yet prepared for my kids to leave my nest.
I always prefer a small house where kids are in front me. I always dared to take a big house in which I don’t know where they are until I call them asking where they are. I never give time out to my kids and lock them in their bedrooms. I have been advised that to discipline the child you have to punish them not to come out of their bedroom for sometime. I will never ever do it.
I want everything to be done in the living room. Reading books,watching TV together,gossiping about friends,sharing secrets….I do give them their space and I too take some time for myself.
Varu was told by her friend that the moment her father comes home , the house has to calm if not her father gets irritated. Your house is made for you and kids. Your house is not complete without your kids. They talk,sing,chatter,fight…it’s like this until they go to bed….
Family that reads,eats,sits,chats,gossips together lives together. That’s my version of Family that’s eat together lives together.
No this post is not about biryani recipe. This is about my mom making biryani at home.
Eating biryani was a luxury then. Maybe once in couple of months my mom used to make biryani at home. It used to be a elaborate lunch on Sundays. In spite of having dining table we all used to sit down in a circle and eat together ( family which eats together, stays together).
Now coming to biryani, we had a papaya tree in our back yard and mom use to cut papaya into thin slices and dried it under the sun. She used to use this dried papaya as meat tenderizer and marinate meat with it.
Mom used to grind ginger and garlic paste, no store brought(it was not available then). Powder whole garam masala.Marinate mutton in the curd and other ingredients and keep it for two hours.
The basmati rice too was luxury then and we used to eat Sona Masori. She used to soak rice for two hours.
Once biryani is half cooked mom used to spread thin cotton cloth on the top of biryani so that extra moisture gets sucked up.
And when serving biryani she never used to mix the entire biryani. She used to take a portion of biryani and used to serve that to us. I cannot match her biryani, the aroma of freshly grinded spices and saffron…it’s yummyyyyy.
And she used to make bagara baingan and raita to eat with biryani.
After the heavy meal it was home made ice cream treat. Home made ice cream in another post.
Edited: changed the day from 14 to 13.