Showing posts with label stories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stories. Show all posts

Saturday, 7 February 2015

Of Moons and PMSing

One thing that I've learnt - very slowly - over the past two years or so is that scientific knowledge has its boundaries. Its strengths and limitations stem from the fact the it depends on verifiable and reproducible evidence to make sense / come to conclusions. I've started paying more attention and respect to things that I would've brushed off and trampled on as superstition mostly because I'm developing a better awareness of science's boundaries. Today I came across an article about 'mensuration and the taboos associated with it' that brought back this lesson to me.


While I don't agree with everything in the article, I appreciate the fact that the author's is trying to be sensitive to young girls, their self esteem, and their religious beliefs. The part that hit me the most though was where she talks about Pre-Mestrual Syndrome. 

"The crankiness, impatience or annoyance so infamously called Premenstrual Syndrome, that we may experience in the last two weeks of our cycle, is really more about the feelings you have because you are not flowing with what you body really wants you to do – that is slow down, withdraw from the busyness of the outside world and look after yourself, not everybody else."
Source http://www.moonsong.com.au/spiritualmenstruation.html 

I'm guilty of the same - even though I was miserable, I've told myself "Its nothing, you're just PMSing" and tried to move on the best I could. To think that something that happens to every woman every month, as a matter of fact, is called a "syndrome" is a testament of how insensitive we are as a society and how ingrained it is in us to privilege one form of knowledge above the other. 

Tuesday, 3 February 2015

Dahi Baingan

Yes, everything in this blog isn't going to be 'profound'. In fact a significant chunk of it is going to be about food. Its funny but for me knowing a city is about weaving together a web of stories and eating places - you pretty much own the city if you can get to a place, have good food there, and tell an amusing story while you're digesting the meal.

Getting back to the eggplant trajectory: I had the two chief ingredients sitting around in my refrigerator and they had begun to piss me off and they had to go. Except half my family is vaishnav baniyaas and that means I'm genetically hard wired so that I cannot throw stuff away - they had to go in my kadhaai and then to my plate. The only problem was I didn't know how to cook Dahi Baingan and mom was busy so I couldn't ask her. I ended up asking google but I realized that everyone from the bongs, to the odiyas, to the kashmiris basically plonk fried eggplant in a yogurt gravy. So that was the one thing for today: fry and plonk.

I thought the end result would've done my maru grandmother proud. I kid you not, it tasted like a sweltering mid-May afternoon in Rajasthan (I could almost hear my maami exhorting us to eat hot rotis fresh off the stove "garam garam roti khaa lo!!" Come to think of it, I never really did understand her obsession with garam rotis and why I had to eat them.) My mom however said that she had never heard of Dahi Baingan and we make no such thing - she left out the part about me being an abomination. I Love you, mom.