Wednesday, October 21, 2009

kabsa


It was while living in Saudi Arabia 2-years ago I discovered this brilliant Arabic cuisine called Kabsa. The very mention of it brings water into my mouth. I was in Saudi as an under-study, to help out my uncle who is in the heavy-industries business.
Saudi Arabia is a country which stands half in medieval-times and half in modern-times. Much of the 21-st century leisure activities are taboo or unheard of in this ultra- conservative country. (Though there are efforts of late to change it but it will be a slow process.) Like all tribal communities, in Saudi too , eating (feasting) is a leisure activity as singing & dancing (strictly for men). And the dish which all Saudis (and the expatriates) like is Kabsa.

'Kabsa' is considered the national dish of Saudi Arabia but its origin not Arabian. Atleast that's what my hosts told me. After all, the main dish in the whole of Arabia consists of Quboos (wheat-bread), dates and meat (washed down with some camel-milk). But 'Kabsa' is a rice-based cuisine much like Biryani of the sub-continent. Therefore the origin of kabsa could be either central-asian or turkish. Or like itsmany ingrediants, Kabsa may have born out a mixture of various cultures.
Whatever be its origin , it is now a familiar sight in Saudi where gents sit in a circle (like they do in the deserts). If they are laidback and chatting, they will have black-tea. If they are leaning forward and busily engaged in the large bowl in front of them, then they are having 'kabsa'.

Despite my high-profile job including a spacious office, I do not regret leaving this boring, medieval country for good. Unless you are an expatriate whose sole aim is to make pot full of money, there is nothing else - particularly for anyone with an artistic & creative mind. Even though my employers greatly miss me (and I greatly miss them) so I am not keen to return .I feel I would rather be at home in a futuristic, hi-tech utopia than a medieval dystopia.
But I greatly miss one of my most favourite dishes - Kabsa !!!

Thursday, October 8, 2009

Slum-dogs

As I write this, the Slum-dog Millionaire team are in the city to inaugurate a fast-food outlet. Last week they were in another city, for the opening of another show-room. I feel happy for these 'slum-dogs'- as they are popularly known, esp. the real slum-kids Azhar and Rubina .They are having a great time.But I cant help thinking -just imagine - what if such a movie was never made ? Or just imagine what was their situation one or two years ago ? Or just imagine the thousands who still live in the slums in wretched conditions ? One feels indepted to a film-maker such as Danny Boyle for giving them a new respectablity .
I hope that more 'slum-dogs' will emerge from obscurity and deprivation - especially in a land where oppurtunities and accolodes are the monopoly of a privilaged few.

Saturday, October 3, 2009

creativity

Continueing with Tagore's selected letters, the sensitive young poet describe to his niece about an artist's frustration and craving for recognition.
Cuttack,Feb.1892
I maintain that until we can achieve something we should live incognito.So long as we are fit only for condescension from others, how can we make a show of our true selves in front of them ? When we have established some position in the world, and had a share in shaping its course , then we can meet it with a frank face. Till then let us keep in the background, remain
silent, and do our own work.
Our countrymen hold the opposite view: Whatever work is backstage or private they deem insignificant. The more transient and vainglorious the task in hand, the better they like it. Ours is truly a God-forsaken land. To hold on to the strength of will to do is so difficult here. One gets no real assistance. There is no one for miles and miles around whose conversation might inject one with vitality. No one is thinking, feeling or working. Of genuine striving no one has experience; not a single mature human being is to be found. Everyone moves about like ghosts. They eat and drink, do their office work, sleep and smoke, and chatter nonsensically.When they touch upon emotion they grow sentimental, when they reason they are childish. One yearns for the company of a full-blooded, sturdy, and capable personality, instead of these insubstantial
creatures that flit about, unattached to the world.
And so the hours pass. Now it is late afternoon. It is not yet cold, and as I look out the sun pours
down.
from book: Selected Letters of Tagore
edited & translated by: Krishna Dutta/Andrew Robinson