Grind

Back to the grind. Back to no-pampering. Back to working, cooking, working out, manic mondays and troublesome tuesdays. To whiny wednwsdays and tired thursdays. Back to the same old routine. How I wish I was paid to travel. I had one helluva great time the past 15 days. Travelled a lot, visited some interior parts of maharashtra and also some parts of north Karnataka. It was awesome fun. I simply love travelling. Oh and I did click some nice pictures. Shall definately post 'em if I win over the skeptismo in me.

For the time being a picture of the traditional chakki used in villages - for starters, is a kind of a grinding machine - you grind the grains to get the flour which help you make the dough for rotis (pancakes of sorts). The yellow stuff that you see on it is turmeric. The turmeric is put after the machine is worshipped as it is considered to be a symbol of food and prosperity. (That's MY interpretation).

You rotate the rod like handle that you see in the picture above to grind the grains. I requested the owners of the machine to let me use it and they gracefully let me. Oh yes, and you are supposed to sing some song as you rotate it. And preferably two people use it simultaneously so that the work gets done faster. Pashti & I really enjoyed grinding our share of grains on it.

They don't really use this anymore. Except for some really remote far-away villages where electricity is a major issue.

Family reunions are always fun. We had one after the wedding. But I always miss my grandparents. I have never experienced what it is like to have a grandmother telling you all sorts of stories to bed. Ok I will be worng to say that, my granma did tell me stories back then, but I was too young to remember anything now. I have a very blurred picture of hers painted on my mind, I wish the picture was different with more bold and stronger hues. I am reading this book of short stories by Sudha Murthy. In that she writes about her own grandmother, and how she taught her grandmother to read and write.

I shall write whatever I remember of my grandma in some other post. A post that shall be dedicated to her. Miss yu maa.

P.S. The clumsy me lost ONLY 3 tooth-brushes through this trip. I am on my path of improvement alright =)