नवरात्रीमध्ये आपल्याकडे काहीजणांचे सलग नऊ दिवस उपवास असतात . मग अशावेळी निरनिराळे उपवासाचे पदार्थ आपल्या हाताशी असलेले काही वाईट नाही . शेवटी तुमच्या घरच्या मंडळींच्या लहरी सांभाळून स्वयंपाक करताना तुमची दमछाक होताच असणार . म्हणून मी घेऊन आली आहे उपवासाचे खास पदार्थ फक्त तुमच्यासाठी.
शिंगाड्याचे पिठाचे पदार्थ उपवास विशेष असतात त्यामुळे आज आपण करणार आहोत शिंगाड्याच्या पिठाचा ढोकळा. त्या साठी लागणारे साहित्य पुढील प्रमाणे आहे:
२ वाट्या शिंगाड्याचे पीठ
१ वाटी भाजलेल्या दाण्याचे कूट
२ वाट्या आंबटसर ताक
१. सकाळी शिंगाड्याच्या पिठात थोडेसे आंबटसर ताक घालून भिजवावे.
२. २-३ तासांनी त्यात अंदाजाने मीठ, वाटलेल्या मिरच्या व आले,शेंगदाण्याचे कुट, थोडेसे जिरे व सोडा घालून हाताने चांगले ढवळून घ्यावे.
३. नंतर स्टीलच्या चपट्या डब्याला तूपाचा हात लावून त्यात पीठ घालावे व कुकरमध्ये १/२ तास वाफवून घ्यावे.
४. जरा निवल्यानंतर वड्या कापून घ्याव्यात.
५. वरती थोडेसे ओले खोबरे व कोथिंबीर घालावी.
१. हा ढोकळा उपवासाच्या चटणी बरोबर वाढावात.
२. आवडत असल्यास वरून जिऱ्याची फोडणी करून ढोकळ्यावर घालावी.
हा ढोकळा फार सुंदर अथवा खमंग लागतो . नक्की करून पहा व तुमच्या प्रतिक्रिया आम्हाला कळवा.
उपवासाच्या आणखी मस्त रेसिपीस साठी तुम्हाला इथेच यावे लागेल.
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शिंगाड्याचे काही उपयुक्त गुणधर्म पण आहेत:
- गरोदर स्त्रियांसाठी अतिशय महत्वाचे.
- आजकालच्या थायरॉईड ह्यावर देखील खूप औषधी ठरते.
- टॉन्सिल्स वर उपायवर्धक
- शरीराला हवे असणारे फॉस्फरस, मॅग्नेशियम, कॅल्शिअम व फायबर्स ह्या एका फळातून आपल्याला मिळतात.
आजवर इतकी वर्षे इतर भाषांमध्ये वावरून, असे वाटले की अजून मराठीमध्ये आपण लिहिण्याचा प्रयत्न का बरे नाही केला? कदाचित लहानपणापासून इंग्रजीच्या सानिध्यात राहून मराठीमध्ये विश्वासाने लिहिण्याची हिम्मत कधी दाखवता आली नाही, पण काल माझ्या आईशी बोलताना मला जाणवले की ज्या आईने मला “आई” म्हणायला शिकवले अशा माझ्या मातृभाषेपासून घाबरून जाण्यात काही अर्थ नाही . हा माझा प्रथम असा प्रयत्न आहे त्यामुळे माझ्या ह्या माहेरच्या बोलीने माझ्या चुकांना पोटात घ्यावे अशी विनंती करते.
मराठी भाषेचा मान त्याचा इतिहास सांगण्यास मी पात्र नाही. एका मराठी घरात जन्माला येऊन, मराठी संस्कारात रुजून जो जगण्याचा आत्मविश्वास मला ह्या भाषेनी दिला तो काही आगळा वेगळाच आहे.
आज माझे लग्न जरी एका अमराठी व्यक्तीशी झाले असले तरीही माझे मराठीप्रेम अबाधित आहे. हा माझा माहेरचा स्तंभ मी माझ्या जन्मदात्या आईला समर्पित करते. तिच्याच मराठी संस्कारात वाढून ह्या भाषेच्या गोडीचा मला आस्वाद घेता आला.
अखेरीस मला पुन्हा एकदा म्हणावेसे वाटते:
लाभले आम्हास भाग्य जन्मले मराठी ….
It was my daughter’s open house at her primary school. She kept on pestering me to meet her class friends listen to their stories, their mischiefs. My daughter studied in the same school I had passed out from, reason being I always wanted my daughter to be moulded by those hands which shaped my present. But on her open house I was surprised to see all new faces among the academic staff. After all it had been around fifteen years since I passed out, I was a bit dissapointed about this restructure hence was hesitant or passive to meet any of her teachers much. After collecting her progress report we started heading back home. But my daughter as usual started emphasizing on meeting her Dimple mam, i tried to tell her that we would meet her next time. Actually I was quite disturbed seeing those high tech teachers and their mechanical way of dealing with kids, I am not saying there were bad but just that they lacked the warmth in their teachings. But my daughter was very adamant on meeting her Dimple mam, reluctantly I agreed and headed towards one of the classrooms. We knocked the door and stepped in, my 6 year old ran towards this lady and tugged her. Then I noticed her teacher was an old lady may be in her late 50s, hair all grey, somewhat weak in her posture, silver lined spectacles and red bordered goldenish cotton saree. I walked towards her, in order to greet her. On moving close to her teacher, I realised she was my childhood and most favorite Rajni mam. She was all favourite for her warm nature, caring and ever smiling gesture. She was our Maths teacher, who not only taught us maths but also narrated value add stories in her own unique and soft voice. We loved her because she was the one who not only made Maths our favourite subject, but also aporoached with problems physical, mental, emotional we always had to tell her and she helped us out of it. Looking at her I was so happy, nostalgic and just couldn’t control tears rolling down my eyes. She looked puzzled at me, I told her mam this my daughter Niksha and I am your ex student Nihara. She also held my hand and tears rolled down her eyes. She patted my head and enquired about my well being, my family. We both just could believe to meet each other. She then told me,”Your daughter is just a replica of your childhood. The way you plucked flowers on the way to school and forced me to tuck it into my hair. This little one plucks flowers, gets scolded by the gardener and gets thoses roses for me.” I turned towards my daughter and told her,” Darling, her name is Rajni mam not Dimple mam”. She looked back at her mam and stood in the cameraman pose and spoke aloud,”Smile please.” Rajni mam and myself smiled at her and she pointed out at her mam and said,”Look at those dimples Mama. Thats the reason I call her Dimple mam.”
We laughed at her silly but witty remark. She then handed over a small red rose to her Dimple mam and asked her to tuck it into her hair. I was so touched by all this and hence wished her Happy teachers day even when it was not one, I don’t know why I did so but I did what I felt.
Thankyou teachers and all my gurus who have poured every bit of your divine souls in shaping our futures n present.
Happy Teachers Day…..
It was raining heavily on a busy weekday evening. Felt like the clouds were about to burst and engulf the entire city. People were in a hurry and worried about reaching back home to escape the after effects of this havoc created by the nature. I also stood at the edge of a bus stop waiting for my bus to travel to Pune. Completely drenched I was grumbling about my state standing there all alone complaining about how my husband is irresponsible and might be enjoying in his cosy office cabin. Just then I noticed this old lovy dovy couple in their 70s waiting at my bus stop. Meanwhile the bus arrived, I was about to board the bus but I noticed that the couple had only one umbrella and the old lady had to enquire something at the travel agent’s desk, she was trying to help her husband board the bus and walked back to the travel agent shop balancing on the narrow creaky wooden plank connecting the road to the shop. She was not able to hold the umbrella due to her shaky hands, but strived to strike a perfect balance they looked so happy with each other. I saw her getting wet due to the windy atmosphere without giving a second thought I got up, went out to her held the umbrella for her, got her back to her seat, I loaded their bags on the upper carriage and made them feel comfortable. Asked them if they needed anything else and was about to get back to my seat, but she held my hand and pulled me towards her, patted on my head and said,” May your parents live a long n healthy life”. Her words touched my heart such small selfless gesture of mine added to my parents life…what wonderful blessings.
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They began their happily married life without a pinch of happiness. Then began a trail of tragic episodes breaking every single bit of the foundation being laid towards a new phase of life. The awful incidents left a permanant imprint on their lives. He chose to prioritize his life, his choices, his career, his social life and routine; on the other hand she played a vital role in gathering and building a sucessful and happy married life solely. She awaited for his contribution, his acknowledgement, his active presence but he was no where. She believed that someday or some moment he might realize her existence with him. Years passed by but her wait was immortal. Festivals, social functions, household decisions, financial planning he was never interested in any bit of sharing his life with her. She tried all sort of ways to gain his love, attention, care be it by cooking his favourite meals, dressing up the way he liked, showered him with gifts, initiating a healthy discussions but all her efforts were in vain. He always chose his life, his family, his friends, his career she made attempts contributing towards his interests but everything was unrecognised. Years passed by her loneliness took a toll over health…she grew isolated. She lived as if it was only because she was a coward unable to put a fullstop to the ignorant existence she nurtured for years. One fine day she decided to order his favourite meal and his favourite beer for dinner…he left for office; meanwhile she decorated the house with candles and roses ; then got ready the way he likes in a dark wine colour chiffon saree and the same perfume he was mesmerized with ages ago. When he returned he found the parcel lying at the doorstep, he was happy with the food and the ambience recreated. He walked into their bedroom and their she waited for him in the dim moonlight on cozy recliner in the balcony…he was stunned with her beauty but returned to his senses when her cellphone rang. It was from the cake shop about the change in delivery time. He answered the call and passed on the message to her…but she didnt reply…he thought she must have been asleep so he decided to wake her up and tapped on her shoulder. Suddenly her head tossed on the other side and he was shocked with the way she reacted but there was no response from her end. He decided to call the doctor and picked up his cellphone which said one unread message; he reluctantly read it ,” Come soon…waiting for you.”
Once a ten year old child accompanied his mom to visit one of her relatives, which he had never met before, at a five star hospital. The hospital lobby witnessed a weird aura of negativity filled with the smell of medicines, medicated phenol, sorrows and anxieties and posters of smiling faces advertising different medical treatments and products. Many known faces of different relatives some long lost aunts, uncles and fast cousins greeted him. After waiting for an hour or so this little one questioned his mom, busy with the other ladies, “Mom why are they are here or rather why are we here?” His mom smiled and replied,” We are here to meet my uncle, he is serious.” He thought for a while, looked around with his innocent little eyes and tried to analyze the reactions and gestures of his so called relatives. Some were discussing the saas-bahu relations(MIL and DIL issues) , some were discussing property and real estate matters, some were discussing about the business options and exhibiting their products and services, some were recollecting their childhood memories while a few of them were busy with the handheld idiot boxes, i.e. their over smartphones.
There he stood with folded arms and said,”Mom, I feel everyone here is present with a fear of tommorow or may be to protect their public and not so social image. So that tommorow if they are hospitalised or they pass away they should have minimum shoulders to carry their bodies to the final destination. There should be someone to cry behind. Most biggest fears, what would others think of their absence. Some are here for formalities, some are here for a reconnect or to just showcase their household businesses and some are here because they share a common last name.”
Everyone looked at the little boy with utter surprise and turned their faces with may be shame or guilt.
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