Local Chicken in Winter

Buini sanchai,ke kamale aaunubhako thiyo,asked the lady near the door,the eyes with question engulfed my body posture and started making a sense of belatedness as it was evening.I was very late to reach the home,she was short in height and was the proficient in rural language to welcome guest I noticed she prepared the meal in such manner I just loved and noted down the recipe when she kept on showing the items available in her kitchen and backyard garden,and nearby green grocery .


Masu bhanepachhi,local khukurako bhanepchi mitho hunchhha,I realized her intension of having local chicken roasted souted at home and I loved she explained ,chhhya chhhya chhya,kasto phohor pasalko khana ta,she was right she was good at everything ,perfect at cooking,cleaning and welcoming guests .Hernus buini,she started her narratives from her old age and my mind became more active to listen her tone of speaking ,she dealt about her bakra,kukhura and her best food recipes.She started cooking and I just made a list of ingredients in my notebook.

2.5 cups boneless local chicken, cooked and shredded 1 small onion, chopped 1 small tomato, chopped 2-3 red or green chili, chopped 5-6 cilantro leaves, chopped 1 tablespoon oil 1.5 teaspoon cumin powder 1 teaspoon chili powder (skip this if you like mild flavor) 3 tablespoon freshly squeezed lemon juice  salt and freshly ground pepper, to taste  .

– In a bowl combine chicken, onion, tomato, chili – In a small bowl, mix oil, cumin powder, chili powder and lemon juice. – Pour it over chicken mixture then add cilantro leaves. – Adjust seasonings and leave it in the refrigerator covered for about 30 minutes so it marinates better. 


Obviously,people love local chicken during winter as  the protein in chicken lends itself to muscle growth and development, and help support a healthy body weight and aid weight loss. Chicken soup, chicken stew, chicken chili, chicken breast on salad…chicken in almost any form is great for your health.

Dhakalthok 'Home

Dhakalthok Home is very beautiful,a memo of our grandfather who spent his life there till he died and we celebrate Dhakalthok home as temple,a home where all relatives gather seeing grandfather and grandmom and discuss about the life span.Everybody knows everybody else, their family, and their ancestors. Often the communities are interlinked by marriage too.Anyway the home is where the relatives stand together and have the enjoyment of being together.

Home has greatest value in life because it has the link to the memory we have in life and celebration of lifestyle is matter of prestidge too.With relatives, you also have the advantage of knowing a lot about your caregiver's past and personal habits.One of the things that most worries parents who use other forms of care is that the "strangers" who watch and nurture their children all day long will teach them the caregiver's own set of values, which may or may not complement what kids are being taught at home.

  As a family we spend most of the day preparing the house by cleaning and decorating it before the evening party begins. The evening party is a welcomed excuse for family and friends to come together, enjoy a varied and plentiful selection of flavor some dishes and dance the night away. The house becomes a beacon of light and merriment full of laughter, music and fireworks that mark the celebration,there is a broad variety of different dishes! It’s just that, at the end of the day, they end up back at their Dal Bhat,a huge load of rice and lentils hauled up the hill on your back is more than enough.

I like listening to ghost stories and I wanted to get to know a bit more about our culture. One of the stories granny told us about was this parade of floating fire balls. For example this would happen when someone dies,the experience difficulty expressing their thoughts, feelings, and experiences and to externalize their oppressive experiences.There are many more things we gathered to hear from our granny whose unclear voice presents with gesture everyday there.My granny and her Dhakalthok home has lots of narratives which are concealed and unleashed till now which I love when she suggests the ideas fluently with her smile.

Maya Di ,A Hidden Star

I had been consulting my Maya didi for multiple stories and she starts her story of God Shivaji ,the katha of Lord Shiva and her fasting during festivals.It is  really interesting to hear her social works around Bhaktapur areas and her extreme dedication to locality,she spent her most of the time in family settings,business and promotion of womanhood nearby and I just love her pictures associating about her personal life .

I do not remember her ever saying that something was delicious, or licking her fingers after scraping something tasty from the bottom of the pan. She made no effort to teach my sister or me to cook. In the name of self-sufficiency, we once included a knitting pattern on the centre spread and were completely taken aback when the phone started ringing and women kept ordering more copies of the pattern. But cooking, in our minds, was wholly frivolous and politically dangerous, an activity that represented everything we were trying to change.

She kept on narrating west Nepal she spent and her journey with kids and I love the narration ,her stories of Mugling food items,bus services,Ambukhairani Stops and the business part of west Nepal were informative as they gave the ideas to visit those areas in need.At the age of fourteen she got married and kept on doing business for family and still she stands as local leader in Bhaktapur.She has deliberate skills of livelihood and earning at home based jobs and I loved her daily guidance.

Her narrative  forces you to delve into the specific emotions tied to a particular event, giving you a chance to revisit strong feelings. Her each word about an important event also helps you recall even the minute details, ensuring that you will remember it for years to come.You love sisterhood and enjoy your life fully.

Lazy Bone Laxmi

The picture is taken by hubby in Syangja home,I just love the picture  as it is the best.I was just cleaning the dishes, he clicked on my agreement.Oh my god, in the cold morning of winter you are trying to work very lazily and laziness symbolizes you much.You are born lazy ,work lazily and derive the name lazy everywhere.You feel ,your are icon of lazy and you keep on clicking the days throughout the entire details like comments in facebook,you know your own laziness is your archetypal defination and camera state with you.You are the maniac throughout the life and the moments of such comments make you feel you are being more lethargic day by day.

I remember my childhood days how we spent most of the time teasing teachers in class and laughed too much.The days of celebration of teachers day came and we start commenting about lazy teachers in classes how much they sleep ,our focus was on the gesture they had rather than the teaching lesson and our curriculumn was based on lecture .We kept on making our teachers more active by commenting them lazy and keeping books closed all the time and rather enjoyed chat ,chutney and other tasty items in a corner.When my teachers start lessons of victim I felt they are voice and they define themselves for victimized as narration stands for voices from various areas of humanity,human history stands for human beings to corelate the incidents in newer ways.

The enjoyment of commenting is a long history.I got realization when critical reading came as the major focus  in my curriculumn of Bachelor third level as defined Education Ministery of Nepal ,I realized why we should comment and the ways to comment about major texts of the English,it was English which I had to define in new ways and I kept on focusing on colors and pictures but the youtube vidoes,wikipedia and google made me more packed in the runway of the books mandala around me.I remember a book collector in college time whose house became the book house till his death and  condolence letters about his death in facebook  consists of book collector rather than a status of a teacher.

There are many stories of Lazy bone and food item make one lazy too.When my defination of being lazy,maniac and hatti starts I start clicking pictures and keep on sorting out the best out to upload everyday after cropping,editing and shadowing with the exact location I get on the targetted areas of facebook  and the interest of being defined work in facebook when 75 comments occur and I feel the best feeling .One my uncle aged of 75 is seriously sick and I just conveyed the message to needy one and the commentator started commenting you are interfering,so sometimes laziness benefits much as you disturb none .

A valid reason of being lazy is not defined but I know the dictionary does not regard it as a positive term and the minute details help nothing and textual interpretation of the terminology fails when barrier of language work too much to me.I am a non proficient English speaker tried to state what does the lazy mean but still the problem exists in my dictionary of defining myself.I kept on playing with laoptop and musical instruments as they state my status much.

The monotonus lectures about social inclusion and revoltuions around the world,each header and footer in Kantipur Newspaper,the warm day of Kirtipur and the hot tea cup has been Lazy bone Laxmi day by day and still the black fonts with 12 sized written in Times New Roman in any blog create a questionable blanket of image of me and I just keep on inserting the input and output resolves nothing,the vacant eyes of the cat near me for food ,the pamerlo on the sack of premimum Basmati rice and the bed made of Salla kath has been commenting ,you are lazy bone Laxmi.

Thuthuno

Jab ham khate hai ,to wo khana hamare muh se hote huye amasay tak pahuchti hai,the science teacher demonstrates many things about our systems in body, he starts with his linking statement ,the mouth is the beginning of the digestive tract. In fact, digestion starts here as soon as you take the first bite of a meal. Chewing breaks the food into pieces that are more easily digested, while saliva  mixes with food to begin the process of breaking it down into a form your body can absorb and use.The stomach is a sac-like organ with strong muscular walls. In addition to holding the food, it's also a mixer and grinder. The stomach secretes acid and powerful enzymes that continue the process of breaking down the food. When it leaves the stomach, food is the consistency of a liquid or paste. From there the food moves to the small intestine, from where to from the stomach is broken down even further with the help of juices produced by three important organs: the pancreas, liver, and gall bladder.These organs produce special  digestive  juices that help your body absorb all the vitamins and nutrients from the food you eat.

The science  teacher keeps on explaining and I keep on moving from first bench to second bench with girls and he orders me to stand in bench for my  childish movement.The lesson finishes and  there comes Brajesh Kumar Singh , a teacher from Bihar who describes the incident of Berlin with gesture and the incident of having cows with thutuno on the road of Lucknow-Patna area ,I love  the phrase ,hamare yaha guamataye to thutuno nikalte huye sadak lucknow ke sadak pe ghumti rahtee hai ,lekin Berlin mai kuchh nahi hai, the sense of dislocatedness starts with the available facilities there in Berlin where there is no loadshedding ,no cows on the road disturbing traffic, no late comers in office like in India.The best term thutuno is the suitable to my option for reading a lot of life experiences at home.

Being a part of rural community , I always heard the term thutuno,comic serials like Meri Bassei on Nepal Television  in weekends  which always had a package of such rural terminologies which I love  to oserve as they are presented with   bodily expression.An old woman scolding a daughter ,hera na tesko thutuno, quite interesting when it states the facial expression  of a person in rural terminologies.Although used in anger ,this term has the significance as it relates with cow too when a writer refers to thutuno of Gaumata in his Hindi text about Berlin.Although expressed in anger to humiliate someone or and referring ironical status of someone in your life ,this term plays a base to exaggerate the gesture.

Whole day , I have been serfing about Graphic narratives and Comic narratives but the expression as new version to lament something or express new version of truth remains a matter of question.A full text with words ,pictures and gestural version of reality has lot of spices to deal in life and comic representation of characters carry lots of unsound message which remains openended until the lock is broken with a newer version of key and denoting the meaning out of controversy carries lots of contradictory meanings prevalent in terms like thutuno.

I heard some body running after creole version of language with the network of Lacan,Bloom,Freud and Nussabum and biopolitics through , which the speed horse named language as the thutono is tied at the body of philosophy ,so called status  of border with identity politics from frontier to margin,binary terms to monolithic expression or versatile definition of the confused ,anarchy of archetype version of terms used in oral and written version to interrelate with typography to expressibility ,narrativeness to visual representaion and mythic dimension of the advance technique everything play with terms and I make a pickle of thutuno ,with the salt of rural language,variety of languages like Nepali,Hindi and Urdu and try to focus like a foolish  in play of falsehood.

Thutuno , a term for years have been confusing a lot  and I just keep on gazing in field whether like the cow my expression too has the similarities ,is the difference  in fact works as border for similarity or just an identical representation of the language signifiers which has the chains in philosophy to lyrical words,visual world and sound analysis.

Love Song

Purano dunga pani ko chal
par garu kasari
uni chin pari tarera launa
bhetu ma kasari
ho...bhetu ma kasari
purano dunga.....

bidhi le yesto anyaye gari
jhukyayo malai
ho..bidhi le yesto anyaye gari
jhukyayo malai
eutai mutu dui tukra pari
chutyayo malai
charkidai gayo bichod ko ghau
sahu ma kasari
ho....sahu ma kasari
purano dunga....

priyesi bina yo jindagani
k chalna sakcha ra
ho....priyesi bina yo jindagani
k chalna sakcha ra ho
huri ko samu aasha ko jyoti
k balna sakcha ra
mali bina ko jangali phul jhai
phulu ma kasari
ho...phulu ma kasari
purano dunga.... 

The song by Karna Das has lots of stories in it and I love the lyrics most ,standing nearby Bhumahi river towads the forest I just start singing the song when I love to swim in this rivers.We girls just visit the forest areas nearby Bhuamahi river where we just play with water resource and the beautiful location for leisure time has lots of significance in my life.At the moment you love Karnadas nearby you in mobile apps singing the songs of love.

The silence speed of Bhumahi River ,the loud trees with their remarks on the waterflow of Bhumahi river ,the silent voice of temple Baba Bardgoria with speakers like green leaves of forest with smiles and the rhythemic water flow keeps on making me crazy on the sites of Bhuamhi river.I just become nostalgic when a bird knocks my heart to deal with the tiny fish in riverside and speed of grass like a green blanket to relate the song of love by Karndas.The commentary given by the local insects with the mild voice about the forest to create a graphic novel through visual package makes me more crazy day by day.Sometimes the book of Science of Grade Ten helped me too to sleep alone in the sites of Tharha Ban from Bhumahi river and I woke up during evening time and found nobody there and returned home. 

Of course love song relate us with our love life and we keep on loving our self and our  this self is concerned in beings around us and we try to  be superb in our  own eyes and the story keeps on changing due to space and time and we get the serial events in return and singer like Karnadas resembles our heart as if  they analyze our minds.We start narrating our love stories in unlimited version and the dumbness of ethics state our mind as if we are statue at the margin line of time and the changes highlights our lyrics of love through blank spaces of our life which creates sensation all the time.

The confusion of being loved never ends as the inputs of mind, facebook and text keep on dwelling with the pictorial edition of nature in our heart ,we keep on playing with mute sound of the heartbeat locating our self in visual images around and try to inherit the output which is non sense of what is called sanity in our self .So ,different representations of love song can bee seen in diverse form but the exactness is lost in my conscious mind and I just remember the tree near to Tharha Ban on the way to Bhumahi River which questions me why you gets lost all the time in the realm of insanity.

Batauli Bajar And Batuk Chukauni

Nani Ghar Timro Katna ho ni, asked the old man behind me .I just told I lived in Sukhanagar ,area of Batauli, he smiled at me and started narrating his past experiences.He was from Arghakhachi District and used to come to Khasyauli area to collect salt on foot ,he described every incident how he with friends had to arrive in Batuali for basic needs on foot.I love the narrations about the roadsides up Butwal area from Arghakhachi and taste of batuk ,the dish with chutney he used to have during journey with friends as snacks there on the way to Batauli,  his details like the economy of Butwal centers around trade, services and industries,the old trading districts are Traffic Chowk, B P Chowk, Amarpath and Nepalgunj Road and besides modern shopping, a traditional form of market called Haat Bazar runs twice a week on Wednesdays and Saturdays.

It is really interesting when you travel the areas you stay and communicate with people on the bus during long journey like Kathmandu to Butwal ,so the old man had lots of experiences of doing shopping local areas of Butwal and his story related with Devdah, the most historical religious site of Nepal is situated 13 km east of Butwal and is known as the maternal home of lord Gautam Buddha,Gurung Dada because Gurungs were buried here and Siddha Baba Temple,which will grant devotees  their wishes and  who offer pigeons at the temple and development of Butwal as newly emerged urban area .

Anyway when he was dealing with different issues about Butwal I felt ,he was a live radio who had lots of stories of the city named Batyauli and I loved to note down .The description about Palpali Batuk I loved most and tried at home too.Batuk roti is made from black lentils (kalo maas) and I have written recipe to make batuk at home with chukauni.Palpa roadside travel from Pokhara to  Butwal makes me more happy to have the taste there and when momma prepares same food at home I just feel happy .I love the old friend from Arghakhachi who relate with me Butwal and Batuk on the way and started singing the song of Butwal,Arghakhanchi aaye butwal chhodera is song based on Nepali women’s great festival ‘Haritalika Teej’ directed by Gaurab Giri.

Dhukha kasta na gari
U meri kali auncha bhani
Kurichin meri huna baali
Arghakhanchi aaye butwal chhodera
Arghakhanchi aaye
Maela kamar bachako le
Timila geet gaye
Maela kamar bachako le
Timila geet gaye
Phohor sal teej ma
Sab ko jodhi auda
Mero mann ko raja le
Chutti na pauda
Arghakhanchi aaye butwal chhodera
Arghakhanchi aaye
Timi kamar bachako le
Maela geet gaye
Timi kamar bachako le
Maela geet gaye……
Uni charchit bhaki chin
Dhohori geet gayera
Aela dhulo udauchu Arghakhanchi aaye
Arghakhanchi aaye butwal chhodera
Arghakhanchi aaye
Maela kamar bachako le
Timila geet gaye
Maela kamar bachako le
Timila geet gaye
Shiva ji lai pujya chhu
Unako satha pau bhani
Teej ma sagai nachana
Manaki chu au bhanera
Arghakhanchi aaye
Arghakhanchi aaye butwal chhodera
Arghakhanchi aaye
Timi kamar bachako le
Maela geet gaye
Timi kamar bachako le
Maela geet gaye……
Na paye ni teej ma
Phohor satha auna bhani
Barta basako chhu
Kali ko satha pauna
Arghakhanchi aaye
Arghakhanchi aaye butwal chhodera
Arghakhanchi aaye
Maela talli thokeka le
Timila geet gaye
Maela talli thokeka le
Timila geet gaye
Hey bhagawan purae daau
Unko mero dhoko
Aja samma bhet huda
Kati yo mann roko
Arghakhanchi aaye
Arghakhanchi aaye butwal chhodera
Arghakhanchi aaye
Timi kamar bachako le
Maela geet gaye
Timi kamar bachako le
Maela geet gaye…………

After his song he sang on the way I just noted down every details of recipe about the food and started looking at him,he was very happy to demonstrate his ability to sing a song like a local bard and I felt his vocal chords were helping him due to his regular singing practice.All the passengers praised his voice and  I just typed down the recipe in hurry on my laptop .Whenever anyone starts narrating the incident of Batauli I just remember Batuk and the old man who still sings lyrics of  Butwal Arghakhachi .

Ingredients

• FOR BATUK:
• 1 cup mixed lentil (equal portion of black, red, green (mung), yellow lentil)
• 1 teaspoon ginger paste
• ½ teaspoon salt
• ½ teaspoon corn starch
• 1 teaspoon cumin/coriander powder
• ¼ cup water
• Oil to deep fry the patties
• FOR CHUKAUNI:
• 1 cup plain yogurt
• ¼ red onions (optional)
• 2 medium size potato
• ½ teaspoon chili powder
• ¼ teaspoon m,mustard powder
• 1.5 teaspoon salt
• ½ teaspoon turmeric powder
• ¼ teaspoon fenugreek seed
• 2 dried red chili
• ½ cup water
• 2 tablespoon oil

Instructions

1. For Batuk :
2. Soak the lentils overnight. I used four different types of lentil (Black, yellow, red and green (mung Dal)).
3. Blend the lentils with all the ingredients (doesn't have to be very fine consistency), add some water to make it easy to blend.
4. Heat oil in medium size pan.
5. In order to make the shape of the batuk , I used a small Ziploc bag. Make a ¼ inch hole at the end of the bag and release the batter in a small circular motion.
6. Deep fry it until golden brown.
7. For Chukauni:
8. Boil two medium size potatoes.
9. Cut into cube size.
10. In a medium size mixing bowl, add the potatoes, red onion (optional), 1 cup yogurt, salt , mustard powder, chili powder.
11. Heat 2 tablespoon of oil and saute fanugreek seed and dried red chili until it turns black in color and add turmeric powder to the oil before pouring it over the chukauni mixture.
12. Plain yogurt isn't sour here , you can always add few drops of lime juice but I like mine just the way it is
13. Add ¼ cup of water and mix it together. ( Adjust water accordingly, we don't want it to be super thick in consistency).
14. Adjust salt and chili to your taste.
15. Now the Batuk can either be dipped in chukauni for an hour or so before serving or just serve it as a side.