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  • Grandma’s alluring recipe

    Grandma’s alluring recipe

    Grandma's Alluring Recipe with a sketch of an old lady

    When I think about my life of almost three and half decades, I find that my grandma has a lot of influence on me. She developed all the soft skills which makes life pleasurable. She has mastered the art of cooking a perfect recipe which will entice all your senses and bring joy when you are finished with it. This is the one recipe which I find most fascinating and yet alluring at the same time. This is a perfect serving of something which you can enjoy at a table, or when you are lying awake in bed in the wee hours of night, or while lazing on a couch on a Sunday afternoon. Basically, you can just devour this at any moment of your liking. Can you guess what it could be?

    It’s not what you think

    I am definitely not talking about any of cake, bread or some other complicated dessert or some exotic dish from Mediterranean or European cuisine which my grandma cooked. In fact, it’s not anything related to food. I want to decode and recreate her master recipe of a perfect story. There are hundreds of best and renowned storytellers around the globe. However, for me, she is The OG storyteller. I have grown up with her stories. 

    Her stories featured very common characters. If it’s written for children to read, the protagonists will be someone whom you will find playing with you on community gardens or playgrounds. Her stories for an adult audience, plot points were about the general life situation. Even though she wrote stories based on mythological characters, her stories were never fantastical or portraying anything larger than life events. Lord Krishna in her stories would be as human as you would be. And yet his deeds fascinated you.

    I want to create the same magic one day

    I had tried my hands on writing some stories yet I could not find her secret ingredient which makes the story exciting yet relatable. In 2021, my grandma passed on to tell the stories to the gods and demigods above. And I have lost the opportunity to get trained by her, it would have been a perfect masterclass for me. Yet I dream that one day, I will stumble upon that mystery ingredient which makes the recipe of storytelling fool-proof. I will always wait for that day, and in the meantime, will keep trying my hands to perfect this alluring recipe.

    This post is a part of Blogchatter Blog Hop. If you want to read more such posts, click here.

  • Charming Spell of Desai’s “Shriman Yogi”

    Charming Spell of Desai’s “Shriman Yogi”

    In honor of the former president of India late Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam, Maharashra celebrates “Reading Inspiration Day” on 15th of October. On that occasion I wrote a post about the book which inspired me in the world of books. It cultivated a hobby of reading. It was a Marathi post. Today I have the opportunity to bring that book in front of a wider audiance through Blogchatter’s bloghopping prompt.

    There’s a cupboard in my house, my grandma’s cupboard. It’s filled with all sorts of books. This is the story of my entry into the enchanting world of books. I must have been in 4th or 5th standard back then. But back in those days, my interaction with that cupboard was limited to stealing some glances at them if the door is open. My grandpa used to be a member of big public library in Nashik. So those borrowed books was in house too. But I never felt like picking one up and read.

    But one day, it was all supposed to change.

    I think it was a summer break for my school. I dared one afternoon and opened that cupboard. While browsing through the shelves, reading book titles and author names on spines of well stacked books. However, one particular book caught my eye. It was quite a huge chunky book. But the size didn’t grab my attention. Binding of the book was unique. Unique yellowish hard bound cover was unmarked. It didn’t bear any title, any name. I grabbed that book and took it out. It felt quite heavy at that time, with 1000 plus pages in a hard cover binding. I opened the cover and title in bold orange caught my eye.

    “श्रीमान योगी”. For obvious reasons, i couldn’t understand the meaning of the words. Yet I stated reading it. And man, what a joy it was! Ranjeet Desai is the man who showed me the what joy of reading meant. There must be something about Chatrapati Shivaji Maharaj back in school that year, to story in book felt much more gripping and interesting than chapters of my textbook. I was oblivious to the greatness of this author. I finished the book in straight 3 days, loosing track of food, sleep, playtime and all other attractions which a 10 years old kid could have in late 90s.

    After this, there was no turning back

    I got hooked on the habit of reading. I started picking up the books borrowed from library. Many of which I have left unfinished as I couldn’t understand a thing in it at that age. But I have read this particular book number of times. Even now, I pull this one off the shelf and start reading from a random page. It still gives me the same pleasure. Recently I bought two short story collections of Desai’s stories. I have finished बाबूलमोरा and will start मोरपंखी सावल्या now as my next read.

    Fortunately for you all, Vikrant Pande has translated this Marathi book into English and Harper Collins has published it Under Name of “Shivaji: The Great Maratha”. So, grab your copy and let me know what you think.

    This post is a part of Blogchatter Blog Hop. If you want any more book recommendations click here, and to listen to my poetry audiobook, checkout this.