- Who can beat the Indians when it comes to culture and traditions. It is deeply rooted in us right from our childhood. Children grow up watching their mothers and grandmothers doing all rituals dedicately. Though the joint family culture is declining fast and working parents are finding it difficult to preserve the values, they still try to pass it on to their generation next.
- Presenting you a collage of pictures where you can see me sharing and preserving our culture.
Recently we shifted to a new house. As luck would have been we entered the house on the most auspicious day of Hindu calendar…. it was Diwali festival on that day. You can see the rangoli, diyas and my temple where I made my idols sit so that they can bless us. 
My house looked so good in blue lights and what a beginning in the new city! My boys enjoyed and are ready to learn their culture and traditions. 
Looking forward to culture all around the world. Right now I am going to watch ‘Dr. Strange’ in a mall. See you all after the show. Have a good day.
Tag: happiness
Our Hunger was Sated
The moment I came to know Secunderabad was going to be our new hometown for the next two years, Hyderabadi Biryani was the first thing which came to my mind…. aromatic & world famous dish of South India. Those who don’t know where Secunderabad is, let me tell you. It is popularly known as twin city of Hyderabad. Located in the Indian state of Telangana. Named after Sikandar Jah, the third Nizam of the Asaf Jahi dynasty, Secunderabad was founded in 1806 as a British cantonment. You can search Google for more. 
So now from Western India we have moved towards Southern part of the country. The exotic aroma of Idli sambhar, Dosa and Nizam food especially ‘biryani’is simply irresistible. The sated thoughts will come and pour till you don’t indulge yourself in delicacy of rice. 
The moment we landed in Secunderabad we hit to the biryani joint to sate our hunger and what else could be a better choice than world famous Paradise hotel and a Roof Top restaurant to have it. A Legend since 1953 ! 
Biryani, a dish of Indian origin, more prominently considered to be dish of Nizam (Ruler of the state of Deccan). Though we have Lucknowi Biryani also which has more of Awadhi taste but in terms of spices this one wins hands down.
South India has more varieties of biryani than any other part of the subcontinent. Moreover rice is more a staple food in South India than any other state.Hyderabadi biryani is a blend of Mughlai and Iranian cuisine, originated in the kitchens of the Nizam, rulers of the historic Hyderabad State. Hyderabadi Biryani is also a integral part of Pakistani Cuisine due to its exotic flavor and aromatic taste.
So next time while you visit this part of the world you know where you can have stomach sated fully filled!
I moved again to a new city……
If you don’t like where you are
Move, you are not a tree
That was not the reason I moved
I moved because I ought to
Not because I was deprived of anything
Rather it was time to detach myself
My husband had completed his tenure
Two years gone and it was time to pack
Time to leave my work place,
beautiful house, lush green lawns,
Wonderful friends, the fields, the plateaus
Everything related to that place
Moved to a new land, finding my roots
Searching for the new world, my world, our world……
It’s easier said than done
The experience makes me stronger
At the same time I want to stay longer
Adapting to every situation
Leaving behind all that you achieved
In terms of profession and personal
My son is again a new kid on the block
And I am a new member in the ladies meet
The scene looks too chaotic in the beginning
Slowly it becomes manageable
That’s why was away for last few months
Juggling with boxes and cartons
Altering curtains and filing rations
Wandering, what would have happening
in the lives of my blogger friends
But used to snore like pig after day’s slog.
Now that the house is functional
I look forward to have more interaction
Life is a big roller coaster…. Moving faster
Enjoy Folk Song of Rajasthan
Rajasthan, a colorful state of India has a diverse collection of musician castes, including langas, sapera, bhopa and jogi. The region’s music shares similarities both with nearby areas of India and the other side of the border, in the Pakistani province of Sindh.
The people of Rajasthan live life to the hilt. After working day and night in the harsh desert sun and the rocky terrain whenever they finally come home to relax they let themselves go in gay abandon. There is dancing, singing, drama, devotional music and puppet shows and other community festivities which transform the laborious Rajasthani into a fun-loving and carefree individual.
Each region has its own folk entertainment, the dance styles differ as do the songs. Interestingly enough, even the musical instruments which are simple but quite unusual and handcrafted by the musicians themselves. Some of them are the Morchang, Naad, Sarangi, Kamayacha, Rawanhattha etc. There are dozens of other instruments which are unique and exclusive to Rajasthan only.
The music includes typical folk songs which are being sung by every household. The musicians, dancers and singers are invited to heritage hotels for performances organised for tourists staying there. Indian as well as overseas tourists can be seen dancing and singing along with them at Umaid Bhawan, Taj Palace and other tourist spots.
I met this family during my recent trip to one of the forts in Jodhpur. The entire family was singing a famous folk on tourist’s demand. I quickly took out my phone to record this melodious song. sharing with you all. Enjoy and sing along if you happen to belong to this amazing land of music and dance.
Sorry my video is not being uploaded. I am not able to compress it. I made 22 seconds video on iPhone 6 and it is of 50 MB and is taking ages to upload. Tried compressing but it was still 48 MB. Andy and other bloggers keep on uploading their personal videos, may be they can help me in this case. I will be sharing it soon.
Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: What’s this?
I am sure we are going to have lots of fun here. Without wasting time I am posting these pictures for you all to guess to identify the object. You never know I will be the first one to start the series! You have to identify the objects captured in the photos and this way we can have more interaction than usual. Looking forward to your guesses and you can wait for correct answers.
Buddies Forever
My both the sons are my best buddies.Who else? They make me laugh like crazy, they wipe my tears, give me immense joy and moreover share their fears and secrets with me.
They both never dissappoint me when it comes to have fun. I feel young in their company. Tarun pampers them both whereas I do the dirty stuff of lecturing and putting restrictions in the name of grooming them. Does it make any difference to them?
Times have changed. What was right for us might be outdated for them. Our food, music, fashion, values and even social behavior used to be so different from the present generation stuff. Now you can’t behave like parents with your grown ups. If you dictate terms they will go away. But then why should we do it anyway?
They want to be treated as independent individuals and I have observed one thing, pardon me if I am wrong, that the present generation is smarter and has ability to take practical decisions. We were emotional fools, they aren’t. They know the power of money and spend selfishly ( I mean mostly on them). They start saving at early age and very good at financial management.
I had started working when I was eighteen. Today when I look back I wonder what have I done with all that money I earned over the years? Only collected articrafts, house items, clothes, shoes, jewelry or in other words “junk”. No solid saving for old age. No, I am not cribbing nor I regret because I was doing what I felt right. Perhaps I never earned so much. I am learning from my buddy, my son who has shared some fantastic investment ideas.
All said and done my sons give immense happiness to us. Tarun is my soulmate but my brats are real buddies who are there for me always.
