PSLE Week 33 Update

The week ended with the PSLE Orals! Now that we have started, the pressure seems to be about 10% off. We’re down with 2 with 6 more to go…

Next week will be Prelims for the children and then a month of intense prep. The Composition and Listening Comprehension will sneak in between this before the final countdown in October!

BB was sick on Thursday morning with a high raging fever. I doused him with Panadol before sending him to school, and felt so bad in the process! There was nothing we could do at this point, but later in the day, I took him to the doctor, who, understanding the severity of the situation, gave us stronger doses of medicine. Luckily that worked and he was fine on Friday!

Both BB & GG seem to have done ok with both orals. I don’t want them to dwell on these exams, but look forward to next week for the Prelims. Unfortunately I won’t be around next week, so the onus is now on S….

In My Hands Today…

Slash and Burn (Dr. Siri Paiboun #8) – Colin Cotterill

Dr. Siri might finally be allowed to retire (again). Although he loves his two morgue assistants, he’s tired of being Laos’s national coroner, a job he never wanted in the first place. Plus, he’s pushing eighty, and wants to spend some time with his wife before his untimely death (which has been predicted by the local transvestite fortune teller).

But retirement is not in the cards for Dr. Siri after all. He’s dragged into one last job for the Lao government: supervising an excavation for the remains of U.S. fighter pilot who went down in the remote northern Lao jungle ten years earlier. The presence of American soldiers in Laos is a hot-button issue for both the Americans and the Lao involved, and the search party includes high-level politicians and scientists. But one member of the party is found dead, setting off a chain of accidents Dr. Siri suspects are not completely accidental. Everyone is trapped in a cabin in the jungle, and the bodies are starting to pile up. Can Dr. Siri get to the bottom of the MIA pilot’s mysterious story before the fortune teller’s prediction comes true?

Receipes: Plum Chutney

I first made this plum chutney on a whim last week. S loved it so much that today he brought loads of Plums for me to recreate it. That’s when I knew it was a winner. This recipe is inspired by Sanjeev Kapoor’s Aloo Bhukare ki Chutney, which I then tweaked to make it my own! This is a super easy recipe with just a handful of ingredients, so read on and enjoy!!

Plum Chutney

IMG_4542[1]Ingredients:

  • 4 red/purple plums
  • 1 small cup raisins
  • 2 tsps cumin seed powder
  • Red chilli powder to taste
  • Salt to taste

Method:

  • In a small bowl, soak the raisins in water for while till they plump up and soften. Using hot water may speed this up.
  • Next chop and deseed the plums and blend the plums and raisins together untill they become a smooth purée.
  • Next take a thick bottomed pan and pour this purée in it. Add salt and red chilli powder and let it start boiling.
  • Once it reaches a rolling boil, and cumin seed powder and stir well.  Let it boil for a while till it thickens.
  • At this point, the colour was slightly brownish with a glaze to the mixture. Once it has thickened to your satisfaction, remove from heat and cool. Once cool, it becomes this rich purple colour.
  • Transfer to a covered dish and refrigerate. This should keep well for upto a week in the fridge.

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This chutney tastes sweet, salty and a bit spicy. If you need to make it more spicy, just increase the chilli while cooking it. It goes well with most Indian food and I also loved having it with bread as a sandwich spread.

In My Hands Today…

Mrs Ali’s Road to Happiness – Farahad Zama

Mrs Ali’s much loved home is suddenly under threat – a road widening scheme threatens to destroy both it and the family business, the Marriage Bureau for Rich People. Meanwhile, Mrs Ali’s niece, Pari, a young Muslim widow, adopts a destitute Hindu boy, and this unorthodox arrangement offends both Muslim and Hindu in the sleepy eastern Indian town of Vizag. The Ali family are plunged into crisis, threated by police action, social boycott and excommunication.

There is one plan that might just keep Pari and her son together, and the home Mr and Mrs Ali have shared for many years intact, but it’s a desperate gamble. Do they risk everything for a small chance of success? But can they afford not to?

Navroze Mubarak

Saal Mubarak! With these words, Parsis across the world would have greeted each other tomorrow as they heralded the arrival of their new year. Another greeting heard across the agiaries (Fire Temples) would have been Navroze Mubarak!

I studied for 12 years in a Parsi school and so this community holds a special place in my heart. This small, minority community comprises of the followers of Zarathustra. The Parsis in India are those who fled Persia (modern day Iran) due to religious persecution and arrived in western India (modern day Gujarat, Kutch in India and Sindh in Pakistan).

There’s a very sweet story that was told to me in school about the Parsis’ arrival in India. When they arrived in Gujarat, the leader of the Parsis, the head priest or Dastoorji, sent a messanger to the local king asking for his permission to stay in his land as refugees. The king sent back a bowl full of milk. The Dastoorji looked at the bowl of milk his messenger brought back, added a spoon of sugar to it and sent it back to the king. The King understood the message and gave them permission. Soon one of the people in the Parsi group asked the Dastoorji what just happened and he replied that the bowl of milk the king sent over indicated that the land was currently occupied and full and he didn’t want to do anything to disrupt the lives of his people. By mixing sugar in the milk, the Priest sent a message that the Parsis will do nothing to disrupt the land and it’s people and instead, like how sugar adds sweetness to the milk, they will assimilate into the land and only add to the sweetness of this land and not take away anything. And this is how the Parsis adapted the Gujarati way of life – in their language or dialect as well as the dress. Parsis speak a dialect of Gujarati, which we call Parsi Gujarati and women also adopted the saree as their main form of dress.

The more recent arrivals of Parsis, those who arrived in late 19th and early 20th centuries, fleeing from the repressions of the Qajar dynasty in Iran are differentiated from the original Parsi settlers and are called Iranis. This Irani community is smaller than the Parsi community, though both profess the same religion, but religious customs may be slightly different.

In the centuries that they have lived in India, the Parsis, have integrated themselves into the Indian society, while at the same time, maintaining their ethnic individuality.

This community has been faced with dwindling numbers for a while now, the most significant being childlessness or having less than two numbers (which is basically the total fertility rate) or migration. Demographic trends project that by the year 2020 the Parsis will number only 23,000 (less than 0.002% of the 2001 population of India). The Parsis will then cease to be called a community and will be labeled a ‘tribe’.

During the British rule of India, because this community was highly literate and extremely fluent in English, they occupied many important places in the East India Company.

One interesting aspect of the Parsis is that instead of burying or cremating their dead, they place their dead in a Tower of Death where vultures peck the body and pick it clean. Once the bones are bleached by the sun, they are pushed into the circular opening in the tower. They believe, this way is the most ecological way, where even the dead are used as food by vultures and no part of the polluted human body is pushed back into the earth (by burying it) or into the atmosphere (by cremating it).

The Parsi place pf worship is called an Agiary in the Parsi dialect or a Fire Temple in English. The most holy place for Parsis in India is a place called Udwada in Gujarat. Legend says that one of the groups of refugees brought with them the ash of one of sacred fires from Iran and this ash serves, even today, as the bed for the fire in the Udwada Agiary. I remember friends from school going to the Agiary which used to be opposite our school before important exams. Unfortunately, as a non-Parsi I can’t enter the Agiary.

The Parsis have made considerable contributions to the history and development of India, all the more remarkable considering their small numbers. As the maxim “Parsi, thy name is charity” reveals, their greatest contribution, literally and figuratively, is their philanthropy.