Warrier's Collage on Sunday January 31, 2021

Welcome to Warrier's Daily COLLAGE Weekend Edition Sunday January 31, 2021 Pranayama: https://youtu.be/N2wR1OWhD4s (Link Courtesy : M G Warrier) GOOD MORNING : Get up early Open our Heart Open our Mind Dedicate them everyday to God. Meditate on God’s word Optimize our Faith & Hope Rebuke all evils around us Never doubt God’s Divine Love Inspiring our colleagues with our writings Nothing to scare them by it Go out with Joy having done our job daily..with satisfaction. 🙏 V. T. Panchapagesan. Nice Day M G Warrier M 134 A Understanding Yoga https://youtu.be/cwmNBnmXpV0 (Link Courtesy: M G Warrier) B Interaction 1) V T Panchapagesan Chennai Collage as we all know, is a form of art in which materials are arranged and stuck to a block nicely presented ... Mr.Warrier has become an expert collecting from us all duly presenting , editing them sharp at 6 a.m. with his comments wherever necessary Making it pleasant reading in the early morning...... I was thinking why can’t we add Good morning to collage which will add more beautiful like a flower in a meadow lush with other flowers..... Greeting and wishing one another..." 2) V R Chittanandam Cheñnai I am with Jayakumar as far as his comments on kitchen. We opted for Gas cylinders after much vacillation in 1975. We got Wet Grinder and Sumeet Mixie only in the late seventies/ early eighties. Ths same is the case with Pressure cooker. In my childhood we were using a steel an oven and the fuel was saw dust. The oven was an iron bucket with a hole at its bottom side. Saw dust will be filled in the bucket with a thick wooden stick in the middle and the saw dust will be hammered till it becomes almost a solid one. The stick will be removed carefully without disturbing the sawdust. A small fire, usually a small piece of cowdung cake will be placed at the bottom. The sawdust will start burning slowly. By the time the entire sawdust burns out, cooking will be over. Without any of the modern gadgets, the women in those days suffered a lot in the kitchen and menfolk were of no assistance. Chittanandam 3) Dr T V Surendran Mananthavady Mr Nallasivan's cookery and Chitra's serious hospital jokes were interesting. Though kitchen is a wonderland with an angel-my wife, Hospital is a more familiar place for me, for years. 4) P P Ramachandran Mumbai Thank you for including my daughter Priya's article on Dosai in today's Collage. I convey Priya's thanks as also mine. PPR (Readers enjoyed Dosai. Please see more on Dosa at C- Collage) C Continuing Indian Kitchen Dosa by Vathsala Jayaraman Madam Priya Gopal's interesting narration of her Dosa taste reminds me Amma preparing nearly one thousand dosas of 20 inches diameter on Panchaprakaaram Day (Annual festival in our village) with liberal doses of chutney and aromatic sambar. Hundreds of people arrived at our house just to taste the silky dosais. Amma's preparation for this festival is memorable. She used to prepare Dosas out of raw rice mixed with a little amount of boiled rice with one fifth of urad dhal. She used to grind in instalments. Raw rice gives very soft silky dosas liked by older generations and boiled rice gives crispy dosas to younger generation. I well remember the big vessel ( Kal paanai) with aromatic sambar. My grand daughter Sarada loves to see dosai in various shapes. She was 4 years old, in KG class. I was in Singapore when her younger brother was born. She was learning about shapes-squares, rectangles, triangles, pentagon, hexagon etc. She pestered me to prepare dosai in all these shapes. Using our Dosa pan and spatula I felt difficult to get exact shape. She didn't allow me to cut regular dosa into shapes. I had to go to vessel shop, buy iron moulds, in various shapes, tinged those moulds in oil and poured dosa batter in hot tava inside the moulds and I got perfect shapes. Sarada was extremely pleased, shared those dosais in different shapes with her friends in the school. Children have different ideas.They play more with toy wrappers than with toys. Sarada also loved the shape rather than taste. While writing about cooking I am reminded of an incident when I was a small girl. My father took me to a grand wedding in a Chettiar family in Pudukkottai. It was a great lunch. One of the much appreciated items was 'unripe Palaa ( Jack) curry which guests consumed a lot. The Chief chef was my father's student. After lunch my father appreciated him a lot, especially that unripe jack curry with dhal and coconut scraps. My father asked him "This is not jack season. How did you purchase unripe jack for nearly 700 people?' The chef drew my father near and told him " It is a trick. That is not unripe Palaa at all. The oil cake ( Punnaakku) taken after extracting ground nut oil is similar in taste and flavour to jack. We soaked the oil cake in hot water. After getting it soft, boiled it, added dhal, and coconut and made it aromatic with good seasoning. My father was greatly astonished at the culinary skill of the chef and admired him. I felt some ill feeling in my stomach and felt I have become a cow on that day. As Shri Nallasivan has said, men are great cooks and they do well in marriages and feasts. But they also love the vathal kuzhambu prepared by wife with simple ingredients. My son and son-in-law cook a lot and children love those items better than amma's preparations. But ladies have thrift practices and with half the materials used by men, they can excel whether they get rewarded or not, There is no doubt that Amma makes children healthy, though Appa can make them happy. Vathsala jayaraman D Wellness 1) Yogic Practices YOGA FOR Happiness" https://www-speakingtree-in.cdn.ampproject.org/v/s/www.speakingtree.in/article/yoga-for-happiness/m-lite?amp_gsa=1&_js_v=a6&usqp=mq331AQHKAFQArABIA%3D%3D#amp_tf=From%20%251%24s&aoh=16119708173500&csi=1&referrer=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.google.com&share=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.speakingtree.in%2Farticle%2Fyoga-for-happiness%2Fm-lite%23amp_tf%3DFrom%2520%25251%2524s%26aoh%3D16119708173500%26csi%3D1%26referrer%3Dhttps%253A%252F%252Fwww.google.com 2) Music to boost immunity The healing power of Beethoven’s music - The Hindu BusinessLine" https://www.thehindubusinessline.com/blink/know/the-healing-power-of-beethovens-music/article33655462.ece E Blogs & Links 1) Chief Justice of India calls to commemorate first sitting of Supreme Court in 1950: https://thg.page.link/2kenLmUd7DHmHsnr7 Excerpts: The January 29, 1950 edition of The Hindu carried a three-column, black-and-white photograph of the six-judge Bench with the first Chief Justice of India, Justice Sir Harilal Jekisundas Kania. Below the dais and facing the assembled guests sat the 13 Chief Justices of the High Courts. Beneath the banner headline that said ‘Supreme Court Inaugurated’, were the words “Guardian of Liberty”. On the occasion, 71 years ago, the first Attorney General M.C. Setalvad, in his speech, as reported in The Hindu, said “in building a nation, alive to its national and international duties”, the Supreme Court “will play a great and singular role and establish itself in the consciousness of the Indian people. Like all human institutions, the Supreme Court, we hope, will earn reverence through truth”. Time for introspection for the bench, the bar and those jammed in between 🙏 2) Leadership Coaching Has Evolved: Is Your Organization Keeping Up?" https://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/readersblog/dr-rajesh-mohan-rai-voiceout/leadership-coaching-has-evolved-is-your-organization-keeping-up-29381/ F Reader's Contribution Trysts with the Mahatma* RK Saboo Today marks 73 years of a tragedy. The man who symbolised non-violence was killed by violence. Mahatma Gandhi, the warrior of peace and freedom, lay slain; the radio burst the news to a nation stunned. As a boy, I wept with my family, and country. No dinner was cooked in our home, like millions of others, all mourning the loss of a father. My connection with Gandhi was emotional. It was 1942. The Japanese had occupied Burma and started bombarding Calcutta. A jute mill, of which my father was the manager, was on the air route of the Japanese bombers. We, children, were shifted to our ancestral village, Pilani, in Rajasthan. I was eight years old. One day, while at school, we heard him make the clarion call for Quit India. He had been arrested. Back home, I asked my illiterate grandmother to make me a flag. She managed to stitch orange, green and white cloth pieces. I drew a charkha in the middle, got a stick and the flag was ready. With my five friends, I started a procession shouting ‘Vande Mataram’, ‘Mahatma Gandhi ki jai’. We returned to Calcutta in 1944. My father took me to give Gandhiji a donation he had collected. Gandhiji was on his morning walk. Father approached him, concealing the bag. Gandhiji said, ‘Why hide what you want to give?’ We walked two rounds with him. He kept his hand on my shoulder. I felt blessed. Two years later, he was visiting our town again. After his walk, he would collect money for ‘Harijan Fund’ by signing his pictures that people had to buy for Rs 5 each from the camp shop. He would swiftly pass across the line of people, autographing the pictures. I had bought three photographs, but he signed only one and moved on. I started arguing with volunteers. He heard the commotion and called me. I said, ‘Sir, I had paid for three photographs, but only one was signed.’ He asked, ‘Are you speaking the truth?’ I nodded. He autographed the remaining photos with a personal message, ‘Bapu ne aashirwad’. The inspiration to always tell the truth has never flagged since. In no time, we gathered over 100 followers. At the market, we were confronted by the police. My grandfather was summoned. After two hours, we were released with a warning. On that day, my commitment to Gandhiji and our freedom movement became unassailable. In 1992, as Rotary International president, I was invited as chief guest to a reception at the Town Hall in Pietermaritzburg, South Africa. The Mayor said, ‘Mr President, this is the place where your famed countryman Mahatma Gandhi was unceremoniously pushed from the train to the platform; and now, the city is building a statue in his honour.’ I remember my throat choking. I have relived my memories of Gandhiji, watching Attenborough’s great movie and reading books and memoirs. Einstein’s words, ‘Generations to come will scarce believe that such a man as this ever in flesh and blood walked upon this earth’, bring tears to my eyes each time I utter them. *Forward received from Sitendra Kumar New Delhi G Quotes about Yoga Ten yoga quotes that will make your life more awesome - Happier" https://www.happier.com/blog/10-yoga-quotes-that-will-make-your-life-more-awesome/ Like: "Yoga is the journey of the self, through the self, to the self." -- The Bhagavad Gita