Monday, 26 September 2011

The Challenge



Capacity Building of English Teachers in some remote villages of Rajasthan
 In March 2006, I was involved with a panel of eminent English language experts to develop textbooks for under-privileged children in some remote areas of Rajasthan and Gujarat. The project which took almost three years to complete, was the turning point of my career as a content developer, for it brought me face-to-face with the reality of English language teaching in India.

Most state governments in the country have decided to implement English from Class 1 without building the necessary infrastructure for its effective implementation. An alarming situation confronting most government schools especially in the remote areas is the non-availability of competent teachers to teach English. Some NGO’s operating in these states have therefore taken it upon themselves to conduct capacity building workshops for their teachers.

The NGO with whom I was involved works in the tribal villages of Udaipur and surrounding districts of Rajasthan. They run non-formal activity centers where they provide minimum levels of literacy in English to help children gain admission into Class 1 in the government run primary schools.

In order to have a firsthand understanding of the target population before settling down to preparing the manuscripts, my colleague and I decided to have an exploratory visit in the area where these activity centers were located. This would not only throw light on the potential of the teachers and the learners, but also facilitate greatly in developing appropriate texts for the target audience. During one of our visits, in addition to several things, this is what we experienced:
“We left the National highway leading to Mount Abu at a crossroad and took the narrower road to our first halt, a hamlet in Badgam block. Goats tied to posts and a few cows grazing nearby, greeted us. We parked our vehicle right in front of the hut that served as the NFE centre. A few children greeted us at the door with shy namastes, bending down to touch our feet in reverence. With expectant eyes and wide grins, they waited for us to begin.
We did not want to disturb their class, yet we had to complete our task. We made the children sit in a circle and asked them to name all the objects around them. We also showed them pictures that we had carried along, waiting expectantly for that magic English word that we were so eager to hear from them! Sure enough, very soon they named a few words as they had heard them before –firaak(frock), boll(ball), colour, diary, capy (copy), paper, boot, chaak (chalk), etc. Their vocabulary was good, eh!
I then said that I would give a few ‘commands’ in English which they had to repeat after me and follow. Every word that I said was rendered perfectly by the little ones and the actions done to perfection. I was amazed, for they seemed to enjoy the sounds of the new language and were able to repeat what they heard, as they heard it! Therefore, if English could be taught well, here we had a bunch of children who would benefit immensely! I was excited at the prospect of being able to prepare activities and modules for them. But how and who would be disseminating the language skills was something that bothered me. For, if we were to rely on the masterji, a young man of the same village who was a ‘9th Class pass’, I feared all our effort would be wasted. It was therefore important to first train the masterji before proceeding further………”







 
Photographs - kind courtesy: The team at VBS, Udaipur

In due course of time, we conducted many workshops for the teachers of these activity centers. It was indeed a challenging task since the average academic qualification of most of the teachers was between Class 8 to Class 12. They had also not undergone any formal teacher training programmes. In the interior areas there was absolutely no scope to encounter English even on wrappers of soaps and biscuits and due to the lack of basic amenities, even radios were not available, a medium that could have helped greatly in exposing them to the English language (if they tuned in to cricket commentaries).

It was therefore left to me and my colleague to innovate novel methods to help them build their proficiency and in so doing, the foundation of our textbook series was laid.
In March 2010 the series was published by a leading publishing house and the latest feedback is that almost every school that has subscribed to it is appreciative of the content and the innovative exercises, an outcome of the exploratory visit we had one rainy morning in August!


Reaching Out

My heart reaches out to all the families of the victims of the Nepal Everest Mountain flight. I was on a similar flight about which I had blogged just a few weeks back (Enchanting Everest.......A Spiritual Journey). Although our flight was smooth and the experience most exhilarating, I can well understand how the unfortunate accident must've occurred............on the one hand we are mesmerized by Nature at its majestic best, while on the other, we shiver to think of the treacherous terrain below and impending bad weather that could end up in disaster. It takes just a few seconds for the weather to pack up in that region and suddenly, things go horribly out of control.
 May their souls rest in peace.

Wednesday, 14 September 2011

Brown Sooji Ka Halwa

Well, a sooji-ka-halwa (semolina pudding) is a sooji-ka-halwa and it’s always brown, isn’t it? Then why a special mention of this halwa in a blog?
Read on…..for this is no ordinary halwa!

To begin with, this is the most yummm……..azing halwa that anyone has ever made and secondly, it’s a magic potion……a divine intervention between many an emotional outburst especially when my girls were growing up.

Yummazing?……..yes, absolutely fabulous…….miniature pearl-like semolina steeped in water and then doused in a mixture of caramelized sugar and oh-so-heavenly pure ghee, the three further being amalgamated into a perfectly gooey, rich halwa, with every spoonful biting into an assortment of cashew, raisins and almonds, to complete its royal legacy.
Food fit for the Gods……and of course for my two little chicklets!

Ok, now the name is a bit too long, so let’s just abbreviate it (like they do in Bollywood) to BSKH…….now, this is a recipe which I got by coincidence from a dear friend who's not very sure where she got it from. Anyway, after a lot of trial and tribulation, I finally managed to get it right, so much so that BSKH won the first prize in a Dessert Competition at the Ladies Club in Sri Ganganagar……much to the chagrin of many an envious member. 
“How can a simpleton like sooji-ka-halwa beat our exotic soufflés, mousse and tipsy’s?”, whisper many of them behind my back. Some even suggest I’ve added dalda instead of pure ghee……..but no, my BSKH emanates the most fragrant smell of pure ghee which the judges can sniff even from a distance! Other envious pigeons even have the audacity to call it ‘Ulta Halwa’!
Anyway, my BSKH wins hands down in every category……I told you she’s no ordinary halwa, didn’t I?

“I’m making BSKH for breakfast”, I shout from the kitchen door on a lazy Sunday morning….. a tornado’s just hit the house……….. my two chicklets jump out of their deep slumber……. brush, brush, brush…..wash, wash, wash…..my two beauties are already on the breakfast table……BSKH does that, you know!

My younger brat? Well, she’s a super-observant, sharp little chicklet especially when it comes to her favourite BSKH. You can’t fool this one by passing off an ordinary halwa as BSKH. No, you can’t!  I tried that once, and………. her cold, accusing stare haunted me for nights on end! Just the thought of that horrible morning sends a shiver down my spine!

Mother’s comrade in arms?
BSKH! Hip….Hip…..Hurrah!

Way to mom-in-law’s heart?
A bowl of piping hot BSKH!

Stressful day of math and physics tuitions?
BSKH, THE STRESS BUSTER

Board exams?      
Hard day at work? (in the busy newsroom of a TV channel)
BSKH, THE ENERGY BOOSTER

Sudden, unexpected guests for dinner?
BSKH, THE SAVIOUR DESSERT

Homesick?
BSKH, THE VIA DUCT
(bridging the gap between hostel and home…. sent to Chennai by air through close friends many times)

Married daughter visiting?
A BSKH WELCOME

Married daughter leaving?
A TEARFUL BSKH FAREWELL

Need I say more?
BSKH is a halwa-extraordinaire, isn’t it?

Now, a solemn pledge to be taken by all halwa enthusiasts before I part with my magic potion……


I solemnly pledge that I will:
  • treat bskh with utmost reverence.  
  • offer a short prayer before I put it together.  
  • offer a prayer of thanksgiving after it is made. 
  • use only pure ghee and not saturated fats or refined oil. 
  • use pure ghee liberally. 
  • be liberal with the use of dry fruits. 
  • be calm and composed while preparing it. 
  • not use un-parliamentary language should things go wrong. 
  • never pass off ordinary halwa as bskh. 
  • share bskh with family and friends.
  • appreciate it, whatever may be the end result.     
Ingredients
Semolina (Sooji)                           1 cup
Sugar                                             1 1/2 cups
Ghee                                              1 cup
Water                                             about 1 cup, enough to cover sooji
Chopped dry fruits                        a liberal quantity

Method
  1. Soak sooji in water and keep aside.
  2. Heat ghee in a deep kadai -do not overheat.
  3. Add sugar to the ghee and allow to caramelize to a golden brown. Take care, this is a tricky step as sugar caramalizes very fast. Don't take your eyes off the pan.
  4. Turn heat to low.
  5. Pour the soaked sooji with the water into the sugar-ghee mixture while simultaneously stirring briskly. This is the trickiest step as you may find lumps forming. Don't panic, the ghee's role now comes into play.
  6. Keep stirring the mass of sooji while allowing the ghee to get incorporated well. Break lumps if any.
  7. Add the chopped nuts and mix well.
  8. Serve garnished with slivered almonds.
   

Sunday, 11 September 2011

Creation


The bulbs were taken care of like little babies
In the refrigerator they were kept by the ladies….
To maintain their temperature.

From September they lay inside,
Rubbing shoulders with vegetables,
Taking pride!
By the end of November they were sown,
In a little patch, in the Mess lawn.

In December the patch was covered with snow…………..
Do not disturb them, we were told,
It’s good for their health,
They thrive in the cold!

    In early March a tiny green shoot could be seen,
The Commanding Officer was informed………..
      Officers, Mess staff and ladies….
                                             All rushed to the scene!

What excitement there was on the lawn of the Mess,
13 green spikes had shot up…
Not one more, not one less.
The patch was guarded by day and by night
A Special Sentry was posted on duty, alright.

Finally, the Great Day arrived
When all the bulbs bloomed…………
(Oh! What a beautiful sight!)
The CO drank a toast,
Others followed suit,
It was time to celebrate
Though the Beauties stood mute!
Cameras clicked, flashbulbs shone,
In Joshimath, you see
For the first time,
TULIPS were grown!

Enchanting Everest...........A Spiritual Experience

On 22nd March 2010, I had the opportunity to accompany Olive Green Beret on a visit to Nepal. Every experience of the six days sojourn in the small Himalayan kingdom remains etched in my memory.I give below one of the most unique experiences that I had……an exclusive mountain flight to Mount Everest!
A hundred divine epochs would not suffice to describe all the marvels of the Himalayas.
Hindu Proverb
I’m on board the Everest Express, a special mountain flight which will take me on an exclusive tour of the Majestic Himalayas. It’s a date to remember and I’m all agog with excitement as I wait impatiently for the flight to take off. Olive Green Beret couldn’t join me on this historical trip  as he had to fly to Dharan the same day, on work.
I’m touched by OG Beret’s gesture for, having heard about this special flight, he ensured a booking, for me to experience this spectacular journey.
“What made you think about this trip?” I asked him.
“Well, you’re so passionate about nature and I saw your childlike enthusiasm as you spotted the dazzling peaks on the flight from Delhi to Kathmandu. How could I deprive you of this once-in-a-lifetime experience?” he said.
“But….isn’t it a little too expensive?” I asked, already feeling quite guilty for burning a hole in his pocket with all the French chiffons, crepes and semi-precious stones that I had so lavishly spent on at Bishaal Bazaar in Kathmandu.
“What’s a little money when compared to the thrill of seeing the highest peak in the world?” he laughed.
“I’m really touched,” I said, as I gave him a warm hug. “Unfortunately, I’ll never be able to fight with you, ever after, for all you’ve done,” I chuckled.

The sound of the turbo engines bring me out of my reverie and I’m back into the moment as I wait for the small Jetstream aircraft to take off. It’s a Yeti Airlines flight, the only one in Nepal to operate the British Aerospace Jetstream 41 aircraft. We are 21 passengers in all and each has an assigned window seat. I’m on 5A, which is on the left of the plane. The beautiful ai rhostess gives us a pamphlet which shows us the flight plan and a panorama of the peaks that we will view.
I shiver in excitement and fear too, for I’m apprehensive of the turbulence that we may encounter. I’ve never really been a great one for flying and every flight that I have to undertake keeps me on tenterhooks. I also apprehend bad weather conditions which can play spoilsport, leading to a cancellation of the flight. But, I pray for divine intervention and I’m rewarded with the most magical experience of my life.
As we rise above Kathmandu and fly towards the east, I don’t have to wait too long to get my first glimpse of the Himalayan Range. We’re cruising at 25,000 ft. as the Langtang Urung peak at 7234 m (23,734ft) looms ahead. My tiny digital camera swings into action and I gasp at the majestic sight in front of me. The Choba Barnare peak, a treacherous and stubborn peak at 5933 m is next on the menu. This is one peak which, although the smallest in height, has never been conquered. Very soon I can spot the Gauri-Shankar twin peaks (23,406 ft) jutting out in all their glory. This rugged mountain is unique, for while one peak is snow capped, the other is bare of snow! Lord Shiva and his consort Parvati are said to protect this mountain. I’ve heard that after many unsuccessful attempts, this peak was finally scaled somewhere in 1979.
I’m tempted to take a peek at the ground below for I’m curious to see what’s there too. It’s a heavenly sight - I’m above the clouds and there are glaciers, rivers, and gorges below me.
I quickly take my eyes off and focus my camera on the range. Melangtse, a plateau like mountain is next in sight, standing tall at 7023m. Cho-Oyu  the eighth highest mountain in the world at a height of 8201 m, appears stunningly beautiful from the aircraft.
 In the distance one peak however, towers above the rest and I’m filled with wonder. I can hear my heartbeat go thud…thud…thud as I stare in front of me. It’s unbelievable, but true.  I’m finally face to face with the highest peak in the world!
My heart skips a beat and I click furiously as I shift from auto mode to video mode. I want to capture every inch of the panorama in front of me and almost stop breathing because of the spectacular view. The aircraft draws in closer to Everest and the air hostess ushers each passenger one by one into the cockpit. This is even more exciting, for once inside the cockpit, we can get to photograph the magnificent view without any obstruction and carry home some exclusive pictures.
We are now just 5 nautical miles away from the enigma that is Everest and as I look in amazed wonder at the sheer beauty, my eyes fill with tears. I can’t get enough of this sight and want to capture it in my memory for ever. I see God’s hand in the perfect picture of the glorious peak as a tiny wisp of cloud so artistically placed near its summit, just remains frozen, and I’m sure it will be a memory that will last me a lifetime! I send up a silent prayer of gratitude to the Almighty for giving me this good fortune to view His creation and I am humbled. I mentally thank OG Beret also and bless him a thousand times, feeling so fortunate to have a soul mate who understands that it’s the little things that bring so much joy!
It’s my turn inside the cockpit and I’m shuttling between looking at the wondrous sight, listening to the co-pilot’s commentary and clicking photographs. I’m scared I’ll miss the actual one and maybe focus on Lhotse instead which is closest at 27,940 ft. But, I’m already one with Sagarmatha (as the Everest is known in local parlance) and I’m confident I won’t miss it.
By the end of the cockpit experience, I’m ready to kiss the co-pilot, so emotionally high-strung I am! I return to my seat albeit a little reluctantly, giving way to the next passenger as I don’t want him to be deprived in any way.
The aircraft banks slightly to the right as it takes a turn near the Makalu peak (27,766ft). It is the ‘return to base’ flight path. I can’t seem to get enough and look longingly and nostalgically at what I’m leaving behind.
The air hostess comes around and this time she gives each of us a certificate for having experienced the magic of the Everest Express. I clutch my two mementos to my heart – my boarding pass and my certificate and realization strikes suddenly.
Just as the lofty peaks of the Himalayas have been conquered by mountaineers of all races, in this one hour of breathtaking scenic beauty, I have experienced a personal victory – for I have conquered my fear of flying.
I may never touch Mt. Everest physically in this lifetime, but….I sure have touched it with my heart!

European Reverie


At the end of an official visit to Namibia and Sweden, we  joined a group of 26 others on a package tour of some European countries. Our itinerary, which looked so inviting and thrilling while we were contemplating whether to shell out that kind of money back home, did indeed live up to it’s name.
Rome – Venice – Switzerland – Paris …….the works!


We had a chartered bus at our service with the most polite and ever smiling Czech driver at the wheel. He drove at an amazing speed, taking the scheduled break every two hours while we sat back on the cushy seats and admired the breathtaking view of Europe, passing by.
We crossed over from Italy to Switzerland without as much as a check of our visas and suddenly, the beauty of Heidi’s countryside assaulted our windowpanes. We were in Luzern, the seventh largest city in Switzerland. The city straddles the Reuss River where it drains the lake and therefore, has a number of bridges, the most famous being the Chapel Bridge. From Luzern, we drove to our destination in Switzerland, the modest ski-resort of  Engelberg.
Stationed at 3028m, just below the distinctive crest-of-a-wave summit of Mount Titlis, Engelberg, along with its huge Benedictine Kloster (monastery) and the faded grandeur of its hotel architecture, was indeed well worth a visit.
We were warmly welcomed to the Edelweiss Hotel by our hostess Suzanne, who had some ‘Indian tea’ ready for us –
‘Oh, how  thoughtful’, we said in unison, looking forward to the home brew, ……….
we managed to gulp the cinnamon water with false gratitude and vowed never, ever, to sip Indian tea while in Switzerland!
Indian tea soon forgotten, we gasped at the beauty of the actual Swiss cottages and the snow-clad Alps that beckoned to us from our bedroom windows.
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 “A walk to the village square is a must”, said my husband, and so, off we went trudging down the hill to the aroma of freshly baked bread and cakes wafting from a bakery close by and the faint ringing of the Bells of the Angelus, marking the close of day,  to explore the little town of Engelberg.

“A quiet town that sleeps early”, I said to myself.
But……what was that in front of me?  In fact, in front of almost every store, there stood a little angel, painted in all finery, to match the theme of the window dressings, blessing the store and guarding it.
 “There must be a story behind all these angels”, I thought in wonderment! Later that night, I heard the story from Suzanne herself……….(see box)

Engelberg: Angels of the Mountains

The story is told of a knight who lived sometime in the 14th century in modern day Switzerland. He often felt the need to become a monk and set up a monastery. But his family’s disapproval prevented him from doing so for a very long time. He took to pursuing the acts of his forefathers and participated most reluctantly in a couple of wars to save his country from invasion. A few wars later, he finally took the decision of renouncing his knighthood and becoming a monk. But he could not do so as he had crossed the age when he could be initiated. Undeterred, he decided to at least fulfil his dream of setting up a monastery.
He spent many a sleepless night wandering in the mountains, wondering in which direction to go ___trying to find a suitable place for the monastery. One night while in deep sleep, he saw a vision most glorifying _____some angels were giving him a message. He listened carefully, for they were giving him the directions to the place where he should set up his monastery. He walked in that direction guided by the angels’ voices and reached this little spot. He set up the monastery and called the place Engelberg which means, Angels of the Mountains.
Benedictine Kloster, the monastery is still functional; a High School functions from here too. The bells ringing in the morning wake you up to a beautiful day, while the angels that have been sculpted in memory of those angels that showed the way, still stand guard and bless this beautiful town.






                                                                                   

Achaar Party



In April 2011 I became a grandmother and just by coincidence, my journey into 'pickle making' also commenced. Fresh, luscious, green mangoes straight from my garden found their way into my pickle jars and combined with freshly ground spices and smoking hot mustard oil along with the scorching sun of many a May afternoon, they did vie for special treatment on the dining table. They were hot, they were sweet, they were tangy and sour! And.....they had to be appreciated! Thus the idea of an 'Achaar Party' took shape!
Just yesterday I had this bunch of excited ladies over, all set to get their gastronomic juices afire with my array of mouth-watering pickles......and what a treat it turned out to be! Finger-licking, delicious 'achaars' served with a variety of paranthas...... and, to cool our fiery tongues, some  cold, delicious lassi served in earthenware glasses! Just as everyone enjoyed the whole concept, I enjoyed conceiving and executing the idea, creating the special invite and
of course doling out those precious, delectable, tangy gems from my porcelain pickle jars!