“indian culture decoction kaapi”


i was unsettled.
this living abroad business.
the “indian culture decoction kaapi” may not filter down to firstborn.
he may only get the decaf version.
knowing me.
knowing my penchant for simplify.

so many things to teach…

swami vivekananda
the ada tala varnam.
semmangudi srinivasa iyengar
eating a mango on a mango tree.
tamarind and salt for the lamps
guava leaves au lieu de mouthwash
turmeric powder on a cow’s tail


but today.
he knows that if he bumps into someone else’s head accidentally, he has to bump into them again on purpose. else he will have two kombus (horns)



23 responses »

  1. Long time reader, delurking now.
    i have the same thoughts…how to teach all that without making my life very very difficult…

    I am flying back to amreeka with 2 bags of kolapodi…hope my enthusiasm lasts longer than the kolam on the driveway.

    For now she knows she knows if she goes to bed without dinner, “Nellaiappar Koil Nandhi muttum” and i am happy πŸ™‚

    • hey:-) kumari

      you can do the soaked rice flour trick that they do for krishna jayanthi.
      kolam lasts for a week that way…

      tell me how your enthu is keeping up.

  2. And you just cannot cross over someone’s outstretched leg -you have to cross back immediately! Or then the person with the outstretched leg stays that same height FOREVER.

    And you say sorry to any book or even piece of paper your foot touches by mistake, or then live through the horror of knowledge draining out of your brain FOREVER.

    The thought of leading a life with horns on my head made us bump our heads a second time even if the tears had not stopped streaming from the eyes.

    My last memory of mangoes on a mango tree is that of a cousin trying to be too smart and climb to the highest branch, way above us, and on finding the branch infested with angry red ants, yowling in pain and jumping off. I think he moped over a fractured arm through the vacation. And I think we guffawed a lot every time we saw him, the tree, or any mango or ant.

    • not just sorry Sur, kiss it too. as Rushdie put it we learn to kiss food and books long before kissing persons of the other gender (forget the hetro is normal connotation of his statement for the time being).

      I was very happy when the toddler sighed “Silly Goose” to a toy which refused to stay put the other day. (apologies for the angrez reference but dil tau phir bhi hai inglistani)..he also puts slippers right if you knock them over, there is something to be said to be patient for all that we hold dear do drip-drip-drip to the next generation.

  3. but but…you have to hit twice right? otherwise, kombu will come na? my patty always told me that..and honestly I have never left it at one time…its ALWAYS twice for me πŸ™‚

  4. πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ Childhood memories this one brought up πŸ™‚

    tamarind and salt for the lamps – for cleaning lamps ? I love to eat it πŸ˜› Tamrind, salt and red chilly powder and jaggaery , beaten using sil-batta until soft round pulp ! ** drooling **

    turmeric powder on a cow’s tail – Remember this. and a red tika on her forehead.

    • the tamarind recipe you mentioned is making me drool!! I remember eating it SO much when I was little!
      Sensitive teeth now, too sad 😦

  5. If he knows abt the bumping, he can pass the first level of Degree Kaapi Culture test



    If he can hold his stone and catapult while all about him fumble and lose theirs
    If he can play Gilli and Street Cricket and treat the two games just the same
    If he can make a heap of all his winnings and lose it in one game of Mangatha and still want to play again
    If he can Kill the unforgiving minute with 6 second hand copies of tinkle / chandamama or Amarchitra Katha
    He will be a certified Kumbakonam Degree Kaapi Association member!

  6. The club grows then. No worries. I taught my half-Brit-half-Japanese niece that, and one day I hope for this er, Indian invention to be mentioned as reverently as “zero” πŸ˜‰

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