27 October 2008

REUNION

I had a great Diwali Eve this year as i reunited wit a long lost friend of 8 years!! The last i saw her was 6 years back!! I fetched her from the airport, screamed in excitement in the car as we rejoiced our reunion. Then we headed straight to Mid Valley for lunch and she too had another appointment there.

We went to Tony Roma's and got really excited with the food. We had 2 different starters; she had Sweet Corn Soup, mine was Baked Potato Soup. It was really a START!! Then we were spoilt for choices in ordering the main entree. Sigh!!

Finally i decided on the Rosemary & Garlic Chicken, she opted for Seafood Pasta.Then did we realise that we forgot to order drinks!! Talk about Major Jakuns!!

However, instead of ordering 'normal' drinks to quench out thirst, cocktails were our choice at 1pm!! All other patrons were staring at our table. I mean alcohol during daytime?! But we were given VIP treatment by the staffs due to our choice of drinks!! We had Mojito and Long Island Lemon Tea.
Our food arrived and we were taken back by the big portions!! Just check out the pictures below.

All in all, we had a great time together although it was just a couple of hours. We may be far apart, hardly call and keep in touch but the true friendship always remains till the end of time. I feel blessed and lucky having met all this wonderful people in my life. Thank you.

Thank you too, Steph!! Can't wait for our next meet! ;P

My lovely crazy (like me) galfren, Steph.
Giant glass of H2O to wash down the tipsyness :P
The starters, Baked Potato Creaned Soup
& Sweet Corn Cream Soup
Rosemary & Garlic Sauce Chicken Topped with Cheese, accompanied by Rice and Brocolli

Seafood Pasta with generous amount of Prawns!!


The reason to our fame, Mojito and Long Island






26 October 2008

FESTIVAL OF LIGHTS...DIWALI



27 October 2008 marks the day of Lights worldwide. All Hindus on planet Earth celebrate the auspicious day of Good vs Evil. Worshipping the Lords, traditional oil bath, new wardrobe and of course the main celebration of feasting!! Hahahaha....


Diwali in history

The history of Diwali is replete with legends and these legends are moored to the stories of Hindu religious scriptures, mostly the Puranas. Though the central theme of all legends point out to the classic truth of the victory of the good over the evils, the mode of their presentation and the characters differ. Diwali, being the festival of lights, lighting the lamp of knowledge within us means to understand and reflect upon the significant purpose of each of the five days of festivities and to bring those thoughts in to the day to day lives.

Diwali Meaning & Significance

Deepavali is a festival where people from all age groups participate. They give expression to their happiness by lighting earthen 'diyas' (lamps), decorating the houses, bursting firecrackers and inviting near and dear ones to their households for partaking in a sumptuous feast. The lighting of lamps is a way of paying obeisance to god for attainment of health, wealth, knowledge, peace, valor and fame.

It is one time in the whole year that children volunteer to leave their beds long before the day begins. In fact, the traditional oil bath at 3 a.m, is the only chore that stands between them and the pre-dawn adventures. They emerge, scrubbed clean to get into their festive attire, and light up little oil lamps, candles and scented sticks(agarbathis), the wherewithal for setting alight crackers and sparklers.

On Diwali night, little clay lamps are lit in Hindus homes, but now a days colored electric lamps are also used. What is the significance of lighting a lamp? There is a logical answer to this question. It is through the light that the beauty of this world is revealed or experienced. Most civilizations of the world recognize the importance of light as a gift of God. It has always been a symbol of whatever is positive in our world of experience.

To Hindus, darkness represents ignorance, and light is a metaphor for knowledge. Therefore, lighting a lamp symbolizes the destruction, through knowledge, of all negative forces- wickedness, violence, lust, anger, envy, greed, bigotry, fear, injustice, oppression and suffering, etc. Competition is stiff, and even the little girl in silk frocks and their finery are watching out for the best sparklers and flowerpots, the rockets and Vishnuchakras, which light-up the night sky like a thousand stars. Grown-ups are the soul of generosity. Festive bonhomie abounds.


The Tradition of Fireworks

The Hindu festival of lights explodes into life with a riot of color and noise. A variety show and a fireworks display kicked off the Diwali celebrations. The festivals like Diwali remind us of the brilliant display of colorful fireworks which explode in the dark nights. The cities are famous for these. Nowadays, as a step to curb pollution from firecrackers and save the expenses, common community display of fireworks are becoming increasingly popular. Here, we will see how these fireworks originated. Fireworks and crackers are used the world over, only the occasion differs in different countries.

This festival of fun, frolic and fireworks brings excitement and joy to the hearts of people even before it arrives on the new moon day (Amavasya) of the Kartik month of the Hindu calendar. Diwali is also the festival of Laxmi, the Hindu goddess of wealth and prosperity. Traditionally people use 'earthen lamps' with cotton wicks and oil to light up the dark night. As man progresses, tradition gives way to modernity. Similarly, earthen lamps have been replaced by the candles of various colors and forms. Electric lights of different shapes and sizes illuminate the dark, often cold nights of Diwali.

Diwali is incomplete without fireworks. Old and young alike love the splendor and sparkle of fireworks. The earthen lamps that we light on Diwali night are generally placed on balcony and window ledges. So ensure that these are not near any flammable material like wood, cloth or paper. Do not leave lamps and candles burning all through the night long after the festivities are over. This can create a dangerous situation. Hence it is advisable that all lamps and candles are put off when nobody is likely to be around. Twinkling anaars, rockets whizzing past, dazzling fireworks exploding in the skies above... it's sheer dynamite!



The Tradition of Rangoli
Rangoli is a Hindu folk art, generally created on a floor on special festive occasions. The origin of this art can be traced to the Puranas (works on hindu mythology). Simply put, Rangoli means a row of colors. The tradition of Rangoli originated in Maharastra and slowly disseminated to other parts of India.
Origin

Rangoli, also known as Kolam in South India, Chowkpurana in Northern India, Madana in Rajasthan, Aripana in Bihar, Alpana in Bengal is the ancient Hindu religious floor art. According to a legend recorded in Chitra Lakshana, the earliest treatise on Indian painting, a king and his kingdom were steeped in sorrow at the death of the high priest's son. Everybody prayed to Lord Brahma, who moved by the prayers, asked the king to paint a portrait of the boy on the floor so that he could breathe life into it. And with that the art of floor painting came to life. And that is how rice, flour and flowers were transformed into picturesque offerings to God in the form of floor painting.

Creative Expression

'Rangoli' is a sanskrit word which means a creative expression of art through the use of color. In ancient India, rangolis were used to decorate the entrances of homes, a floor-painting which provided a warm and colorful welcome to visitors. In Indian cultures, all guests and visitors occupy a very special place, and a rangoli is an expression of this warm hospitality. In particular, the Diwali festival is widely celebrated with rangolis, since at this time, people visit each other's homes to exchange greetings and sweets. In a rangoli, powdered colors are sprinkled on cleaned and dusted floors to form decorations. Rangolis can be vivid, three-dimensional art complete with shadings or they can be the traditional plain, yet as beautiful as, two-dimensional designs. The colored powder is usually applied 'freehand' by letting it run from the gap formed by pinching the thumb and the forefinger. In ancient times, rangolis were actually decorations made on the entrances and walls of houses to brighten up and add color to occasions being celebrated, like weddings, births and significant religious days. They also signified a warm welcome for visitors. In fact in Maharashtra, India, housewives make them each morning. The designs would be simple and geometrical but could invoke symbolic forms. Oil lamps (diyas) would be placed in the rangoli to give it yet another dimension. Thus, reflecting regional beliefs and aesthetics based on a common spiritual plane the art of floor painting is one which has survived all influences and retained and transmitted the spirit of Indian life.






























GONE ARE THE DAYS....

Gone are the days filled with lazy afternoons naps, watching cookery shows, travel programmes and even day dreaming!!

My hours are cramped with work, be it my career or domestic chores. Sleep and rest have become a very estranged family relation.

Age doesn't seem to be much of a help either. As it increases, so does the rest of the body. Sooner or later i might be considered an ancient piece of History!!!

WHO IS HE?

There she was lying lifeless on the bathroom floor. Her face soaked in tears, as well as her hair. She gave out a faint cry trying to regain her consciousness. She struggled to open her eyelids and was stung by the glaring bathroom light. As she slowly lifted up her head, she felt a hard throbbing pain. She immediately brought both hands to clench her head but there was a worse pain on her left wrist.

"Aaah!" she shrieked a the top of her lungs. The sight of her slit wrist with endless blood flow made her tremble in fear.

At that very second, her hand phone rang. It was right beside her and she grabbed it. "BABY" was flashing on the screen. She answered.

"Dear? Where are you?" a voice on the other end. "I'm at your door now!"

Abigail was unable to reply but cried her heart out.

"What's happening? Come and open now!"

Abigail crawled her way out and reached the main door. She unlocked it and stared at the figure standing in front of her. It was Brian, her fiance. She smiled. Within seconds, her head spun and she collapsed.

Sweet smell of spring and the sound of water woke Abigail. She found herself lying on a cloud-like blanket and noticed that she was in a small hut, furnished with just a round wooden table, 2 stools, a jug of water, a loaf of bread, a bottle of red wine, a bowl of fruits and a bottle of olive oil. There were 2 quaint-looking windows by each side of the entrance.

Abigail felt like she was in the house of the 7 dwarfs. Ironically, she was clad in a beautiful white cloud. However, she felt warm and calm being in that strange place. She walked out of the hut and the rays of the sun felt like a welcome hug. The scenery outside was picture perfect. A beautiful rose garden, a pond with ducks and ducklings paddling, an ancient well....precise fairy tale!!

She was startled by a strange sound. Abigail turned towards it and saw so many lambs surrounding a man. He was clad in a robe and had a long cane in his hand. He was playing with the flock of sheep around him. Abigail was intrigued by this person and took her steps towards him.

He stood up and faced her when she reached. His eyes were piercing blue, wavy shoulder length hair and a bright light of glory behind him. Abigail's eyes welled up with tears and she felt her limbs going numb.

Who is he?