Showing posts with label North East. Show all posts
Showing posts with label North East. Show all posts

SORRY, NO SNAKES AND LIZARDS FOR DINNER

Among other things, people do have the strangest of questions on their mind when it comes to food from north east (of India, just in case you got confused with the north east of China, Africa or the antipodes). In fact, I have often replied the polite enquiries of my colleagues of what I was cooking for dinner with a cold glare. I was bored of explaining time and again that Assamese food also  consisted of dal chawal, arguably the most common Indian meal.



But when I pondered over this topic deeper, I realised this lack of information was actually a lack of the availability of the food itself in other parts of the country. Rosang Café is an exception in this regard. For all those who have no clue what food from north east is like, do head to Rosang Cafe. Located near Upahar Cinema in Green Park, it brings the finest food of the seven north eastern states.

Jokes apart, despite being an Assamese, I myself have limited knowledge about the north eastern cuisines. I am desperately trying to rectify this problem by visiting Rosang frequently. While I would highly recommend the place to everyone, here are a few things to keep in mind before trying out food from north east.

#1. North eastern food is light on your taste buds and tummy. Not excited? Then try the piping hot dry fish chutney!

#2. Some of the dishes may have strong aromas, often not so pleasant if you aren't used to it. Come prepared.

#3. All the dishes are extremely healthy. Do tell your trainer about it.

#4. It’s not only about noodles and momos. What were you expecting a chocolate momo or a paneer one?

#5. Do not expect it to be spicy and oily. But count on it to be flavoursome.

#6. For God's sake don't come and ask for a roti or naan. Didn't you know the best thing on earth is rice?

#7. You think it will be like Chinese and Thai. You couldn't be more wrong. The spices, herbs and process of preparing the dishes are all different.

#8. Vegetarians are welcome too. We don’t sit at the slaughterhouse 24 x 7.

#9. The curries won’t look red; turmeric is not a favourite here. Did you say you already knew it?

#10. Taste a new vegetable like kol posola (banana stem). You’ll soon realise vegetables go beyond cauliflowers and peas.
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While trying food from north east, please do remember that they are seven states not one. This is another problem I want to deal with it. But let’s just stick to the food here. Being neighbouring states the cuisines of the north eastern states do have similarities, however, they are as varied as the seven states and the people living in them are. Thankfully, Rosang Café picks some of the best dishes from the seven states.

Go with an open mind. Do try the spicy Dry Fish Chutney, Aksa Meh a delicious chicken curry, Fried Fish in Burmese paste and Dohneiihong, a Meghalayan pork dish cooked in black seasame seeds. Yes, the names are difficult. But admit it they can’t be more difficult than that of the Thai, Mexican or French dishes.

Enjoy the hospitality of the super friendly owner, Mary. And hopefully you’ll get to understand that part of the country slightly better.

P.S. These pictures have been taken on a mobile phone by a not so great photographer. The food actually looks much better than this.



WHEN THE CLASSIC MEETS THE ROCKING


This 22nd of December, Assam Association celebrated the 150th birth anniversary of Laxminath Bezboroa. The event took place at the renowned Siri Fort Auditorium. I am not much of a music lover myself. However, I decided to go ahead with the show for lack of anything better to do.

The event started off with a chorus “Aami Asomiya Nohou Dukhiya” a composition by Beboroa. A common refrain throughout the programme was remembering the contributions of this illustrious son of the state, who explored almost every possible form of writing and gave Assamese language a new identity. Apart from that, the pertinent question was how we can keep alive the language with the newer generations, especially with those kids who live away from their motherland.

Quite interestingly, the line up of the function consisted of the second generation of artists. The first being, Amaan Ali Khan and Ayaan Ali Khan, both sons of Amjad Ali Khan and Subhalaxmi Khan. Mrs. Khan, a classical danseuse happens to belong to Assam. And the second being, Angarag Mahanta with his band East India Company. Angarag is the son of popular Assamese singer Khagen Mahanta. While both the Khan brothers and Papon have an association with Assam, the similarity ends there. The music they represent and their presentation were poles apart.

Spiritual Conquest
It was heartening to see the audience maintain a pin drop silence throughout the performance of Amaan and Ayan. While Amaan came across as a serious and disciplined performer and Ayaan was more on the flamboyant side. The jugalbandi that both of them created along with their companions was amazing.
It’s only when you watch a classical performance you realize, the amount patience and riyaas that goes into a recital. I deeply regretted the fact that my understanding of classical music was so limited. I am a trained Bharatnatyam dancer myself. However, I still do not understand the ragas well.

After a point of time, my ignorance got the better of me and I found the music repetitive. I cursed myself silently for not being able to enjoy true talent. I could only appreciate the highs and lows of it. Sadly, my opinion was also the opinion of my friends present in the hall. Despite that the audience maintained perfect decorum throughout their performance.

The performance continued non-stop for about an hour. It would not be wrong to say that we were transported to a different spiritual level altogether. Needless to say, that it ended with a thunderous standing ovation.

Power of Rock
The next performance was that of Angarag and his band. The crowd welcomed him with loud cheers. Angarag is consummate performer, his body language confident, his voice captivating. From the moment he appeared on the stage till the time the show ended, no one looked anywhere else. He belted out his popular numbers from his albums, Coke Studio and some Bollywood songs. He handled every cat cry every demand comfortably. And when a young fan declared her love for him he replied with great panache that he loved her too.

Before long, he had every one on their feet and the ‘sitting comfortably auditorium’ became something close to a rock concert.

Two Worlds in One Universe
In the aftermath of the show, it wouldn’t be wrong to say that his rocking performance which had everyone on their feet overshadowed the standing ovation that the Khan brothers received. It brings to forefront an important question, how we as an audience should appreciate art? Do we know how to take our culture forward?

In this regard, Papon aptly said that we have to present our culture to the younger generation in a way that is not imposing. His songs, his music truly reflects his thoughts. Be it Boitha Maaro or his version of acoustic folk Bihu, it all spells his belief.

And yet, we cannot underestimate the magic of something pure. Perhaps, the best way to judge them is to understand that they represent two different worlds. One has the remarkable power to instill a rare stillness in the otherwise restless audience, and the other has the magic to get everyone up on their feet. While there is place for the popular there is also place for the classical. And in tandem, they become a whole that is our culture.  





Glimpses from Assam


Crossing the Saraighat Bridge over the mighty Brahmaputra. 'Sarai' in local languages means birds while 'ghat' stands for a bank. This means Saraighat is the bank where birds come to drink water.
A very popular fragrance of Assam
On our way to Sualkuchi
A little boy called Rubul in a farmhouse of Sualkuchi. Rubul's Mom is the housekeeper of the farmhouse.
Rubul's mom agrees to strike a pose
Naughty Rubul is excited to seeing our camera
Organic farming, seen here are huge pumpkins
A view of the countryside
Flora at the farm
That's an arecanut tree, popularly know as tamul in Assamese or supari in Hindi. In Assam serving arecanut to guests is considered to be a mark of honour and tradition.
Farm produce being sold at the local market
Rubul plays with two jackfruits produced at the farm
Rubul wants us to taste some good home made olive pickles
Woman from the countryside
A farmer hurrying towards the market
A guava tree bears fruit
More from the farm
A different looking gourd. Here the gourds are longer and stronger.
Assam, infact the whole of north east is full of greenery
That's a local vegetable called 'bhat kerrela'
That's a betel leaf
More local people. Simple and grounded.