Showing posts with label indian culture. Show all posts
Showing posts with label indian culture. Show all posts

Thursday, April 5, 2012

Add splashes of Holi colours

Some thandai for  sweet memories

In Delhi, already the colours at Dilli Haat signalled the coming of Holi.

Closer to Holi, a couple of days later, more signs that Holi was not to be missed. In Agra, the hotel staff talked about the festival. In the markets, the colours of Holi  sold by the vendors were present. We  heard that people were winding down for the much - anticipated holiday.

On the way to Jaipur, buses passed by carrying people to their hometowns, cramming themselves tight within. Scarcity of space saw men and womenfolk perched on bus tops.

Finally, the auspicious  festival of Holi came and we had a blast by the poolside  at  Four Points Sheraton Hotel. Two Rajastani  folk dancers and a drummer  gave us the up tempo on the beat of Indian Classical music. Like  the others, I gamely joined in to dance and twirl. The encouraging smiles of the dancers  made me  want to try the movements.

Capturing the mood in the swirls

Good vibrations!

Dancing to the beat

A drummer  who was in the groove too.

 Hubby and I had  bright coloured  powders known as gulal  smeared on us. We did the same for  total strangers. Such infectious fun  and the next instant we were not the dull persons at all! Only a couple and his son  who were in the midst of the fun  chose  to be observers. People just knew to leave them alone.

A pat for being sporting!

The  smear and splash began and soon hardly anyone was spared including the staff. Their suits  no longer wore the staid aura!  More joined in. Everyone let their hair down. Children were  not left out. In fact they had so much fun shooting water from all types of kinky water pistols. That  created  riotious colours and before long, the swimming pool deck was wet and colourful.

We met some guests from Seattle. Originally from India, the Indian experience was also exhilirating for them.

Looking down from the hotel, we saw motorcyclists  having a whale of a time. They were whizzing by to make others on the road, innocent as they were, colourful like themselves. The noise and rush  subsided on the streets, and shops were closed. Families and friends were reunited in their own way  to celebrate  this Spring festival.

Added to the music, the hotel treated us to traditional Holi goodies like  gujiyas ( grated coconut snacks), delicious vegetable  pakoras, namkeen - savoury akin to the mixture snack  and cool  thandai drink - a thickish , creamy concoction of milk, almond and sugar.


Can't help falling in love with the colours 

For us, Holi  came alive. No more in mere pictures in magazines. On this happy Holi day, the bright colours just made us happy. In fact, the people believe that the vibrant colours represent energy, life and joy. We managed to share in a lovely morning, not missing  the fun of a popular festival in the northern part of India.

So was it special? It was  a memorable day. Happy Holi!

Kids having a gala time  - the wetter the better!

A bunch of more than merry  holiday makers.

No fun is too small or big!

How her smile sparkles!

Some dabs for a happy day!

Monday, September 12, 2011

In touch with her roots


This one is not for sale!  Perched above the patrons' heads, Ganesha  sees and blesses all.


To J. the place where she  bought the Tamil dvds  and cds was Masjid India, so she believed. That's her comfort zone to chill out when it's her off day. That's where she has her meals and meet friends, gossip and feel the pulse of a part of Kuala Lumpur that throbs with activity.

Someone must have told her Lebuh Ampang is also Masjid India! This  was the first time for me to be on foot in this part of KL. Looking around, how could J doubt the 'India' in the name Masjid India.. The shops that feed her consumer needs just makes her feel so much at home. She pointed to a huge shop opposite the dvd shop selling  beautiful clothes, bearing the allure of Chennai. ' But I can't afford,' she says. Next to the dvd shop a goldsmith shop displays trays of gold jewellry behind the glass windows. Indians generally  wear and buy 24 k gold and they really shine. Opposite, across the busy roads, restaurants bide colourful welcome in their billboards.

Shops to match the fervour of India.  Sangeetha rings a bell as my husband's niece has the sweet name.

Food to tempt your appetite but I bet J. can give them a run  for their money when she takes charge of the kitchen. 

That morning, there was a mission to accomplish. I had brought J. to exchange a couple of dvds for cds. In her excitement she purchased wrongly. But such mistakes inevitably remain mistakes with no exchanges or returns. In her sweet voice, she explained to the shopkeeper. Though I couldn't understand  the conversation, I knew from the body language, he was not going to oblige.  Then another man, the boss was brought in to sort out the situation.  Again, it appeared a stalemate. I thought it was my turn to intervene. Assured the men the dvd was not viewed tho we have a dvd player in the house. And that a happy customer will always be happier to return !! Somehow, my words connected with the business sense  and J was allowed to have the exchange. No more  repeats though.

Please Mr Shopkeeper, I got it wrong...

As J browsed and made her selection, I got a better idea of what a shop like this offers to J. who has made the journey across seas to earn a living in a foreign country. Her savings allows her to enjoy music, carnatic, religious and popular as she manages the housework.  Everywhere I looked, the products crammed for every space available . There seem to be so many things to look at at one go! The ground floor stocks  mainly small items  and if one calls it an Indian 7 Eleven outlet - a convenience store for things you can pick up and go, one is not far from wrong! No ice cream and stuff like that though!

The music that played was loud . At the front of the shop popular music blared  and walking towards the inside, some religious music was equally loud.  Add to that the honking of vehicles just a stone's throw away.

So this is where J finds a little piece of home. The homely feel of the familiar and speaking the mother tongue  helps to ease the distance felt for home in Sri Lanka. Another happening place for J is Brickfields, our  Little India.

Flanked on both sides - many  goods - cards, books, decor items...

His iconic hairstyle got my attention.

Stick - on 'pottu' for the added glamour

Up the hidden stairway - a world of  music and drama opens up for their clientele

Certainly Old is Gold! My brother-in law tells the story of Maruthur Gopalan Ramachandran ,  popularly known MGR who passed away in 1987 . He happened to be in Chennai and   felt the  earth-shaking effects caused by the outpouring of sadness upon hearing the  hero's demise . 

Ganesha in bright colours 

Incense holders

Vibrant colours - garlands for altars etc.

Replicas of mango leaves ( plastic) to hang at doorways of Indian houses, usually to add a festive touch.

Be ready to  make your choices and not be overwhelmed . 

I guess if you say you want a particular artiste, song, movie etc, you will not be disappointed.