Monday, January 26, 2015

CELEBRATION OF LIFE IN TRUE NAGA STYLE ( courtesy: MY HORNBILL FESTIVAL DIARY PART II)


The " Hornbill Festival" of Nagaland is one of the premier festivals in India. It is also fondly called as "FESTIVAL OF ALL FESTIVALS"... Religiously held during the first week of December every year in Nagaland. I have been waiting for a long time to attend this festival...hmmm finally here we are.... The festival's spirit of love and memories of my forefathers have resonated far more than I've imagine. Am once again reminded of my rich cultural heritage and all the privilege inheritance I have as Nagas.
Nagas are one of the most diverse and unique tribe in the world. Having more than 30 sub-tribes speaking different dialects, Nagas are definitely one of the most colourful community. Hornbill festival is nothing but the testament of the rich heritage of our forefathers and ancestors... the festival embodies the spirit of freedom, love and the spirit of oneness and harmony. Hornbill festival is surely a lifetime treat for a soul who quest for organic inspiration and originality. Surrounded by mountains and rivers, the festival simply echo what is in-scripted by the land and the people who owns it.  This is Hornbill festival 2014.... !

Ladies pounding rice 

Fire stunts

On fire ( display of bravery) 

Fame buzzes through the community and are honoured  

Innocence and simplicity  

We sing and that's how we talk 

Warriors and hunters

This is how I protect my people and hunt 

Head of the morung 




"Horn" 
The young vibrant Naga young adults in their traditional attire

Young Naga lad with his obvious display of bravery decorated with tiger's claws


If in the twilight of memory we should meet once more, we shall speak again together and you shall sing to me a deeper song... Khalil Gibran 


THE BARLEY CULTIVATION DANCE ( courtesy: MY HORNBILL FESTIVAL DIARY PART I )

This is how  they look out for fertile soil and land and fence the boundary as they get ready to plan barley
As the spring arrives, the villagers prepare their barns and look forward to the golden harvest
This is how they cultivate 
The baskets were made of cane and bamboos
By the end of Autumn... the barleys are brought home
The muscular fine men in the village has no complain to showcase their strength  as they stump through the barley 
Ladies along with the elders separating the husks and the barleys
Happy time is here.... Barley time is here
The barn closes down for winter 
Until next spring 
Villagers on their way home after the glorious harvest

Sunday, June 1, 2014

ENCHANTED AGAIN

Husband: honey, lets go to Mussoorie for a weekend! Wife: No, please... am done with that town. Take me somewhere instead. You know exactly what i mean rite? Am so done! Husband: hmmmm, you're taking me there. Wife: Whats wrong with you? Tell me one good reason that I must take you to Mussoorie... Husband: honey... you see... do you still remember you told me about PORK MOMOS few years ago? Wife: WHAT? Husband: Yes, you got it right... that's not getting off my mind... you have to help me get rid of it by taking me there.......
....and finally as the day dawns, they left for the mountain in search of that fortune called MOMOS (LOL)...

Driving thru the edges of the mountain!  One need a supremely confident driver at the helm; or atleast who is cool headed...our driver was tested to extreme and proven to excellence!

She made it! Well done girl!

Spectacular ranges on our way to Tehri 

Out for some fresh air!!!


The fresh mountain wild berries (not sure of the name) Was so juicy!

Oh boy... there you are again!

Me and my partner in crime (BIG TIME oops) 


Finally this is where the fortune lays! KALSANG stands majestic! ( Done to those wires)





Finally here we are!





Looking at the plateful of FORTUNE (above)... left contented hopefully!

The KING was so pleased with everything that he went shopping alone too! (The camera follows however LOL) 
Click click!!!
Attended the church up on the mountain ( near Sister Bazaar). Its the Sunday school kids singing and echoing thru the woods! 


Am glad that I went... am enchanted again!!! 








Our way back ( Ariel view)

There's a saying: "you often meet your fate on the road you try to avoid"! It really came close this time. The trip was not really in one of my top 10 must to do this summer list... I went succumbing to the enthusiasm of my husband but now am back totally under spelled and with full vigor. Loved every moment we drive and climb thru the mountains and watched the sunset.

Our old luggage were battered and piled up but we've brought a new luggage of love and stories.

Wife: so what do you say... Was the fortune worth the trip? Husband: well well...I feel much lighter and relieved... Wife: well that sounds good. You enjoyed rite? Husband: yep Wife: So what do we have for dinner? Husband: honey can we make some more momos pleaseeeeeeee... and the love for pork momos continue ever after....(LOL)...

“To my mind, the greatest reward and luxury of travel is to be able to experience everyday things as if for the first time, to be in a position in which almost nothing is so familiar it is taken for granted.”
from Bill Bryson


Meet you folks somewhere down the road! Stay out of trouble!  PEACE !!!


OUR WEEKEND GETAWAYS

WORLD CUP's round the corner... everywhere you turn, you see children in the city running with their oversize football and occupying all the parks. Now I can't really wait any longer. Few days back me and my husband got this rare opportunity to hangout with some coolest kids in the town ( most of them from the slums and had faced hard lives) and played with them preparing ourselves for the D day....  
Gearing up for the FIFA 2014 in style... ENJOY

HEY LIONEL MESSI... they all adores you (WHAT SAY YOU?) ....
Warm up time

In action

She was really good!!!

Someday they will soar !!

 
"Self style" Coach  (hihihi) training the boys how to kick the ball for the penalty




This is it! THE KICK
This children never had any boots or any sort of jersey but their enthusiasm was incredible. They have given it all.  Yes, the FIFA World Cup is the pinnacle of any player’s career where the best meet the very best and where icons are made. It‘s about pure devotion knowing that your actions will define history. And there is only one way to approach it - either you go hard or you go home. You stand or you fall. You unite or divide. From all of us here in Delhi, India we wish FIFA World Cup 2014 the very best! THE PARTY HAVE STARTED HERE.....Lots of Love!

Saturday, January 25, 2014

THE WONDER WINTER TALE

YES MOM!! am coming in a minute please. I remember those are some of the most common words i say while playing with my neighborhood friends and never wanted to surrender. The evening golden sun rays steadily descend behind the village mountain and soon realize that its all dark and finally time for us to part and go home. From the distance, i can see my mother's busy burning the fire woods and waiting for all her children to come back. The banquet she always lavishly lay in the table for her family is one of her weaknesses. Dad's busy for the Sunday sermon. He always comes to me for one thing: GUESS?? To borrow some old jokes and stories to narrate in between his Sunday sermon.Ya'll... you never know how i use to be so proud of myself for that particular reason. Dad always call up from home even today (believe it or not) for that. Love you dad. Our winter evening couldn't get better as we close the day with stories about many Naga (Tribe from Northeast India) legends and fairies narrated by my uncle who live just next door. He often pay us visit and really wouldn't mind narrating such lovely stories for some foot massage in exchange from us all. Such are the memories we create with our loved ones. Many winters gone, i still feel the same urge in my bones...Am glad that somehow this winter, i was able to create some memories with my loved ones and that helped me cherished the old ones. This are some of the pictorial memories. Life is really too short not to do something you really really love doing. Don'tcha? Hope you guys enjoy scrolling down...!   
Way to beat the chilly winter ( caught many attention since the time of knitting to wearing hahaha) No complains!

Time for the yummy plum cakes

This is a typical North Indian Rural CHIMES (popularly found in Rajasthan/Haryana areas) I just simply love the simplicity of this and the color pattern that is knitted.
Me, my boots & the horses 
 In a very untraditional way, the arrival of this winter was heartily welcomed in some " cowboy style"!

Celebrated boss's birthday on 21st Dec with some dark chocolate truffles ( finger licking)  




Nothing beats PORK (marinated with home made sauce overnight and seasoned with fresh herbs and Chef's secret ingredients) 

 King Chilly and Onion (shallots) ( best way to accelerate your appetite and heat up  the temperature of your palate)
Typical Naga Chutney ( i can still smell the aroma)
Unique Naga cuisine ( beef intestine with fresh green mustard leaves and beans) 

Tired and not in the mood to step into kitchen? The good news is.... just grab some carrot, beetroot and cabbage ( for flavor, use curry leaves, mustard seeds and some green chilies if you want)... very easy, light and very  refreshing ( avoid coffee sometimes and made such lovely energy booster)...
Sweet dish replaced by pomegranate
God's goodness and togetherness (3rd wed anniv)....
The songs of springtime is in the flowers and birds, the songs of winter is in the friendship and the table you shared...Long Live ''the wonder winter tale" ....