Every day, my mother watches YouTube videos about traditional medicine, nutrition, and staying fit. Almost every day, she discovers something new. Sometimes it is a new ingredient. Sometimes it is a new way to prepare something we have eaten all our lives. And sometimes, it is an instruction that finds its way straight into my kitchen. Recently, it was moringa. We had to mix moringa into the flour before kneading. Other times, it was jowar. The form might change, but the message stayed the same: we could always add something more to our food to make it healthier. She then wonders why her grandparents and parents never told them about the nutritional value of what they ate. Perhaps they did not know these things in the language we use today. Or perhaps they understood food differently. Today, YouTube has become her teacher. It tells her what to eat, what to avoid, what to add to our flour, and what our bodies might be missing. Every new video seems to reveal another secret to good healt...
CASTLE BIJAIPUR
A HERITAGE RESORT
We all know stories from Chittorgarh in Rajasthan; it is famous for its fort, its ruler Prithviraj Chauhan, and his valour. What we do not know is about its lesser-known “havelis”. Modern-day restorations and the service industry have transformed them into heritage resorts. Castle Bijaipur is one such place in the backdrop of mountains.
Ever been to a heritage resort? No, then one must
go to these beautiful places at least once, travelling backwards in time. Doing
so reminded me of a “Star Trek” time travel to unexplored destinations.
The road to the castle is lined with trees and wild
plants on both sides, in all imaginable shades of green. Its entrance is marked by a huge door with
beautifully sculptured arches and ornately decorated with flowers and leaves. The monsoon season we visited had just lit up all the shades
of nature. We were staying on the topmost floor, and the view from here was splendid. The “jharokhas,” a modern-day equivalent to bay windows, were simply outstanding
for photography. The long corridor with a solitary swing and a marble sitting
table added a new dimension to our morning tea in the rain.
The grass in the garden was checkered with grass
tiles. Overlooking this garden was a large sitting area for chitchat and
playing chess or cards. We did neither of these, but envied the
affluent bygone generations who had ample place to stretch their legs in their
sprawling acres and extend the same opportunity to us. A reflection of their
lifestyle was visible in their well-kept stables, spacious rooms, and intricately
carved furniture.
It was a
perfect place to enjoy the awesomeness of the friends we were with. A place
untouched by the modernity of the beaming satellite channels, so that we could enjoy the
luxury of company, swimming pool, and swings, yet modern enough to make our stay
comfortable.
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