Monday, March 23, 2015

Kellogg’s Waale Guptaji Ki Family Intro 1

Enjoy the lip smacking wide range of breakfast ideas from Kelloggs with the lovely family of Guptajis!

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                         Break the fast

                Rush hour mornings...stomachs
growling, time zipping by...have to take a quick healthy bite that makes our
tummies full with energy to last for hours . What best other than tasty,
healthy and nutritious cereal tiffin of Kellogg’s that breaks the night long
               How true is the phrase
“Breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince and dine like a pauper”, breakfast
as all of us are aware is the most important meal of the day as it comes after
a break of 6 to 8 hours of sleep and rest. It is the first wholesome meal of
the day and is the fuel for our bodies to run in top gear for the rest of the
action packed and nerve -racking day. It not only fills up our stomachs but also
provides the necessary nutrients in the form of iron, calcium and vitamins
which are so very essential for modern day lifestyle. Apart from the
nutritional aspect, the breakfast is vital to the functioning of the brain in
terms of memory, cognitive ability, maintaining stress and moods and also to
control our temper. We are sure to blow our tops if we skip breakfast as it
leads to lowering the glucose levels and thereby lower energies. Research
studies have proved beyond doubt that this meal is the most important intake of
the day and care must be taken to make it wholesome and fulsome!
                 Welcome to the gastronomical
delights whipped up by the Guptaji’s, a wide spread of aroma and taste in every
grain that makes the morning meal complete in all respects. I really envy the
array of morning delicacies topped up with the goodness of grains!
                 But the one that makes me to
drool and enjoy is the one with chapattis and I am reproducing the recipe for
the benefit of all my foodie friends:
Chapatti Cornflakes Chivda
A cornflakes
snack for all times!

Prep time:7 min
Total time:10 min
1 cup (coarsely
crushed, lightly roasted) Kellogg's Corn Flakes
1 tbsp Oil
¼ tbsp Mustard
¼ tsp Cumin
2 tsp Finely chopped
green chillies
A few curry
A pinch
¼ tsp Turmeric
2 tbsp Roasted
/ fried peanuts
2 tbsp
Roasted/ fried daria dal
8 cooked
chapattis (left over), roughly broken into small pieces and lightly roasted
Salt to taste
1 tbsp Powdered

And do you know
Well... to begin
with I am always left with chapattis from the previous night’s dinner which
comes in handy in this amazing recipe. The aroma of spluttered cumin,
roasted  peanuts along with green
chillies and asafoetida mixed with the goodness of corn flakes and wheat
chapattis is indeed palate tickling. Also there is very less preparation time
which is an added bonus in the manic time starved mornings. This deadly combo
makes one feel full and healthy to take on the day’s tasks with ease and
aplomb. There is no oil content that makes us sick or sleepy or with a weird
feeling in the stomach.
                 So who is joining me as I head
to the lovely home of Guptajis for that lip smacking corn flake breakfast  that will make our day complete and satisfying
in all respects and leave us craving for more...yeh dil maange more!
Meanings of
words/Phrases used in this blog page:
1) Tiffin – breakfast as used in India.
2) Chapatti – Indian bread made of whole
3) Guptaji – Name of family in India who
makes delicious items for breakfast using Kellogg cornflakes
4) Yeh dil maange more – In Hindi language
“this heart wants more”


Sunday, March 22, 2015

Coca-Cola TVC 2015 (30 Sec)

 Good spirits of enjoyment with an extra dose of refreshment from Coca-Cola....

                                                 ON CLOUD NINE.....

                                       The word
“happy” conjures up so many images of joy, bliss, mirth, exuberance and good
spirits  ranging from extreme sublimity  to maddening excitement, all embedded in our
brains making our bodies and souls to dance in sheer cheer.
                                       How can one ever forget the great poet
John Keats lovely poetry “Endymion” describing the simple joys of beauty
translating into happiness. What makes one happy is a matter of perception of
an individual and varies with situations that one is faced with.
is God’s gift, redefining happiness... the gurgling streams, manicured lawns of
green, wonderful hues of the rainbow, myriad shapes of the clouds in azure blue
skies, massive mountains with rain bearing clouds kissing their tops,
thunderous roar of the cascading waterfalls, flowers in innumerable countless
colours starting from the dominating marigolds, sunflowers and daffodils to
mellifluous tulips, roses and orchids. The cup of happiness indeed overflows
with this abundance image of nature’s painted canvas.
                                    A long
drive in an open jeep with the loved ones, culminating in gastronomical
delights and song and dance campfires is an exhilarating experience of
happiness that takes me to a new high!
harmonies from the subtle strains of the strings to the rocking percussions are
undoubtedly music to my ears that makes my heart go gaga in jubilation.  As I write this page the peppy song of Pharell
Williams “happy” keeps me company and inspiring me with new ideas.
                                       An impromptu meeting with the friends of yore
sharing pizza with a coke bubbling and fizzing with conversations that take us
down memory lane , opening a floodgate of memories...nostalgia of events gone
by ...euphoric and elation setting in!
                                      When my
sons win coveted prizes, a feeling of ecstasy and blessedness encompasses me
that know no bounds!!
                                       Celebrations and festivals offer so
much gaiety, rejoicing in shining new clothes and jewellery to match, that stimulates
the tired nerves and transports me to cloud nine and I come back refreshed and
                                    I am in
absolute glee at the genial company of my pet puppy, when it wags its tail or
licks my feet, desperately seeking my attention and jumping with joy at
succeeding in its attempt to do so!
                                     A surprise
gift from my hubby, wrapped in splendour, love and affection is the ultimate
paradise to be in and equivalent of being in seventh heaven!
an old couple to cross the road or giving a blind person a helping hand, or
sharing my lunch with the less privileged makes my day and I sense an air of
palpation, a perception of satisfaction of a life worth living!
                                    I am overjoyed at
the resounding victory of our teams be it in cricket or any other sport,
absolutely flying high in intoxication of success.
                                   My heart
jumps with joy on a cheerful good morning greeting, a warm hug, a lovely smile,
a brilliant tweet from the bird in the tree or the radiant sun rise breaking
the dawn, a s

urprise visitor or a mail, or a ‘happy hours’ opportunity,
howsoever trivial these may sound but they all have a profound positive impact
on me and my life!


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Enjoy the
world of happiness with a bottle of coke!

Sunday, March 15, 2015

                                       we are together in this lovely jouney called life.     
                                 Perseverance, Power of Persuasion and Positivity 
Ours was an arranged marriage which had solemnly passed through the rigours of all the procedures of a typical Brahmin wedding - horoscope matching, boy seeing girl ceremony, the official engagement called the ‘nischitartham’ , fixing of auspicious time and day for wedding(muhurtham) and the usual diamond, gold and silver jewellery. (Being part and parcel of the marriage deal, irrespective of whether the groom’s party asks or not) .
After the boom, came the crash, and all my desires, hopes and aspirations  dashed to the ground and crushed under the mighty feet of my father-in-law, a tough task master who ruled the roost. My hubby , an enormously sweet person who dared not go  beyond the “lakshman rekha” and remained “yours most obediently” was caught between the devil and the deep sea and just  not mentally equipped for the war of two warring factions and his efforts of reconciliation went desperately in vain. Here I was stubborn and unyielding and as expectant as a new management graduate of a job that would set my career skyrocketing and on the other side an equal and adamant man who belonged to the patriarchal society with a firm rule of the thumb. 
The aggression, dismay, sorrow and retaliation, a cycle of human behaviour dragged on, from days to months with each passing day a nightmare of sorts. In no mood to relent or give up and desperate for a change, I set off to my parents’ place but no solace or comfort was forthcoming from my own circle of family and friends. One day, I decided to go to the movies in the township theatre with a view to lighten my heart and soul little realizing what was in store for me. Just before the film began I noticed a grey haired couple sitting two rows in front. Soon I realized that they were my husband’s maternal grandfather and grandmother.  Right from the days of my betrothal, I had nursed a fond liking for them – two sweet people, very calm and composed and extremely lovable. Immediately, I went forward to have a chat with them. The seat next to them was vacant and so I slipped into that unaware that this decision of mine was going to change the way I thought and lived for the next 25 years. The chat soon and as expected came around my marriage life and the hiccups that I was facing. I was on the threshold of annulling my marriage to a beautiful human being for no fault of ours but due to the pressures of an inner circle that held us as bonded slaves bearing the drudgery of society and the associated culture clash. The poem “Aunt Jennifer’s tigers” by Adrienne Rich flashed my mind a thousand times over and over with the marriage band hurting me incessantly. I was down in the dumps and the whole world looked bleak and sorrowful. My freedom had been curtailed, my wings clipped, my flights of fantasy never taking off....
The subsequent quarter of an hour was equivalent to the “bhagvad gita” discourse that Lord Krishna gave to Arjuna and ever so faithfully I listened intently to this frail old man who wiped away the droplets of tears that were waiting to come down as torrents. He explained in soothing and reassuring words...”why has God sent me to a nice, charming, educated man, my husband with the associated “baggage” as no one can stop destiny.” He said...”You are indeed going to play a major role in their lives and job and compatibility was only a small meagre part in that big drama called life.. your inlaws are old and waiting for an angel like you to take  loving care and soon enough they will know and realize the value of a beautiful person like me.” 
Soon, the veils of distress and agony lifted and somewhere I could feel a sense of belonging in the new family, a sudden light at the end of the dark tunnel, a pot of Gold at the end of the rainbow, a new beginning of hope and optimism. This pep talk with a grand old couple changed my outlook on life and the next two decades saw a reformed me full of energy and zest for life which I feel would have never taken place but not for them. It is refreshing to look back at a life gone by that was truly inspired by grandparents and not one’s immediate family or close friends.I have had a successful married life with a warm and affectionate man, the joys of motherhood, the rich dividends of taking care of my father in law and mother in law when they were sick, the work atmosphere, the comforts of a lovely home, the freedom to freelance ...yes everything as a Chief Operating Officer and the relevance of looking at the brighter side of life!
                “Few things in the world are more powerful than a push. A smile. A world of optimism and hope. A you can do it when things are tough.”
                      -  Richard M Devos
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Monday, December 29, 2014

                       Skies on wintry mornings


hues of clouds
scattered clouds
camel in the cloud
add your own
mountains or clouds

                                                              Dusk to dawn

  Mellowing ball of orange swallowed by the waters
Celebrations of crackers lighting up the night sky cover
Another number on the calendar counter flips over
Heralding a brand new dawn of dreams and desires
Shower of yellow mistletoes and glittering confetti
Gifts, goodies, myriad festoons balloons galore
Revelry merry making and wingding that we adore
Hymns, melody, jazz, rock and roll medley
Ecstatic bundles of bambino joys, blessed in New Year
Twelve months of gurgling babbling innocence
 Crawling, nibbling Playing piggy back in cadence
Cherubic and childlike, baby’s first steps, bringing cheer

Departure of near and dear ones leaving memories
Eternal sorrow amidst chants requiems and eulogy
Our hearts anguish and lament in melancholy
They pass into a great beyond and time freezes
Period of looking within and introspection
Hindsight to set things in perspective
Resolutions broken and framed inactive
A flashback recollected in contemplation
Promising ambitions with a future bright and rosy
Yearning for a sanguine morrow with aspiration
Beliefs of optimism and thoughts no cessation
A year of hope for fondness, mirth and all that is cosy!

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

                                    Thinking beyond boundaries.....

              As I see this prize winning Google Doodle image, I feel proud that a young girl has risen above animosity and chauvinism on the basis of those fictitious boorish lines that demarcates the boundaries of the various states of India .Full credit to the girl Vaidehi Reddy, who with her awesome painting has united the country by crossing the barriers and borders of Andhra/Telengana and Maharashtra(I understand she’s domiciled in the city of Pune) to reach one of the seven sisters, showcasing the rich flora and fauna of Assam aptly titled as ‘natural and cultural paradise.’
                      The preconceived attitude and notions that exist in our minds to discriminate people based on their birth or habitat in a particular geographical territory is prejudice of the worst kind. Starting from the subtle dirty stares to gross condemnation of people and their cities prevail and flourish in our country despite the modern outlook and exposure to alien lands and foreigners. People despise one another for their nationality or statehood, religion, language, caste, gender, culture, colour...and this list is endless. Be it at work or at college or in a club or a pub or while in a public place or transport, the obvious tendency is to get attracted to one of a ‘kind’, a chikni Dillite chootiya, a jhakkas and bindaas amchi Mumbaiker, a Punjabi kudi, a lollufying machhi, adipoli mallu, a kaam sarsey Bongo or a kaaaho Bihari babu! Our relationships are therefore defined strongly by figmental contours of expanses, neither familiarity breeds contempt nor there is unity in diversity.
                 Racism of this kind lurks in every nook and cranny, from the mighty politicians, who never believe in sharing the God given resources with neighbouring states and hasten to “dam(n)” it and annexation of lands, a la Moghul style even when they cannot rule their own existing state or further dividing the country into more states, to the bollywood actors who, in order to hard sell their movies wear lungis to impress the ‘down south’ and vice versa.
                 Zooming in further let me narrate couple of experiences and I apologize sincerely to my readers for using nativity prefixes in these cases – this was done only to emphasize the gravity of discrimination. My fellow residents are akin to an India with unfriendly neighbours and with whom the maxim ‘love thy neighbour as thy yourself’ hardly works. There is this recluse Punjabi who has never said hello but easily copies whatever I do, right from drawing kolams to decorating the house on festive occasions – a typical made in China stamp! Then there is the Telugu speaking clan who look the other way whenever we cross each others’ paths – like Sri Lanka do with Tamils! Of course, how can I forget to mention the Talwade family, so very annoying similar to pesky Pakistan!  Friendly neighbourhood....bah...who said so...only state prejudices!!!
                 I was a witness to a conversation taking place between a Gujarati mother and her five year old son, who was pestering her to let him swim. The mother could have refused by saying “No beta you will catch a cold or the water is dirty” but she said “beta, look at the boy in the pool, see how Kaala he is, you will also become black if you get in.”- Wonder how Dhoklas give fairer complexion than idlis! The seeds of discrimination are sown then and there and the boy will decide who his friend is going to be, ONLY by the colour! I am saddened to add that my own kith and kin owe their allegiance to the domiciled city and swear by the alien language to “belong” or to “adapt” and conveniently forget their mother tongue. Adding insult to injury is the utmost contempt for other cities and its folks – is it because they do not eat vada pav or gol gappas or bisi bele bath! Truly agonizing to say the least! Hoisting of the state flags are celebrated with more fervour than even our tricolour!
                        Can we rise above this narrow minded sectarian and parochial mindset of intolerance on which our society rests and lay a foundation to think beyond state provinces and prejudices and feel ‘Indian’? No doubt, it is an uphill and daunting task, but I am sure my intellectual friends and family will start thinking of the nation as a whole and not in piece and parcel, ruled by crude lines! There are indeed do-gooders too who respect and regard you for what you are and not for where you are from and may their tribe increase – “Abou Ben Adhem!”
 Janagaamana-adhināaka jaa hē bhāratabhāgyabidhātā!
āba sindhu gujarāa marāhā drābia ukala baga
bindhya him
ācala yamunā gagā ucchalajaladhitaraga
taba śubha nāmē jāgē, taba śubha āśia māgē,
āhē taba jaagāthā.
amagaladāaka jaa hē bhāratabhāgyabidhātā!
a hē, jaa hē, jaa hē, jaa jaa jaa jaa hē..
        Each time I sing our National anthem, an unique and indescribable sense of patriotism swells my heart and I dream of Jambudweepa Bharatavarsha that is one single mass of land devoid of confines that rule and divide the nation- no lines, no zones and no states to distinguish the lands and their settlers and the associated discrimination, prejudices and xenophobia!
          Let us add this noble dimension to our personality and think beyond boundaries.                        

Monday, December 15, 2014

Sumadhura Infracon Pvt.Ltd. , the 3D approach- Dedication, determination and deliverance.

A decade and
a half ago, this diminutive unassuming man started his building sojourn from Hyderabad , giving to the city beautiful and affordable dwellings . With nerves of steel, Mr. Madhusudhan. G has grown from strength to strength and overcome all odds and conquered the twin city of Secunderabad. He then moved to Bangalore , a city that was growing by leaps and bounds , a burgeoning real estate market  welcoming him with open arms. The corner stones of the successful growth story of Sumadhura Infracon Pvt. Ltd. , a company that is nurtured by this dynamic builder , are quality, pricing and punctuality of deliverance. Emphasis on after sale , a very rare commodity even with the top reputed builders these days, Sumadhura’s hallmark has been customer satisfaction.
 Quality is personified in each and every minute detail starting from the super structure which is
RCC Framed structure with Seismic compliance as per IS code, and using autoclaved aerated concrete (AAC} block masonry walls. There is a stamp of quality in doors, windows, flooring tiles, kitchen sinks, granite tops, plumbing and electrical accessories and pipelines . The main door stands out unique with imported wooden frames and designer shutters which commands an air of luxury. The balconies are airy and the flooring is vitrified and the common areas boast of many open to sky courtyards which lets the gleaming sun in adding beauty to the remarkable landscapes. A rationalized cost structure has enabled the company to give houses at affordable prices and is indeed a good value of money. But what is remarkable is the prompt delivery of the finished product with all amenities and this punctuality is commendable. Normally projects are delayed way beyond the grace period with the builders citing dime a dozen reasons for the inordinate delay which causes a indirect hike in the final cost on the customer. On this front there has never been a lacunae and all completed projects bear testimony to that fact.
The skyline in Bangalore’s Whitefield/ Marthahalli/Hoodi/Mahadevapura  belt is dominated by Sumadhura and with the prestigious CREDAI rating under their belt they have grown in stature and size, but all the same remain committed to the ethics of building business. They have also been featured in the NDTV news channel in their prime property programme. The best compliments one can receive is undoubtedly from the satisfied purchasers but to be showered encomiums by competitors speaks volumes of their work. I had the opportunity to talk to Mr.Tony, who heads Aratt homes and one who is in similar stature. He was liberal in praises for his counterpart for his 3 Ds - dedication, determination and deliverance. However, he hastened to add that Mr. Madhusudhan was stereotyped and not experimenting with new and innovative ideas and high rises. Maybe to prove him wrong, Sumadhura has veered off the beaten track and ventured into sleek and tall buildings with newer structural designs and even into commercial spaces.
Survival in this highly competitive market is driven by various forces such as Government byelaws, mandatory approvals from umpteen authorities, finance from institutions, purchasing power of people, acquisition of lands , the rule of the land mafia, intense competition and above all the ever rising factors of production especially land , labour and capital. Also the finished product needs to be packaged and positioned well to lure the purchaser. Marketing plays a very important role, right from the attractive glossy brochures to the actual finished structure which turns many a dream into “reality”! Good structural engineers, design architects, landscape architects, varied floor plans, useful and attractive amenities, location and accessibility to easy finance are some of the building blocks on which Sumadhura has built its empire on. Customers nowadays, are demanding and much more knowledgeable in the world of documents and legal processes involved. They are well versed in important aspects of owning such as Commencement certificate, Occupancy certificate and the like and stress on these with a vengeance. The builder has to be on his toes and never take chances with the documents and approvals. On this front Sumadhura Infracon pvt. Ltd.has learnt the lesson the hard way and has emerged stronger with better values. The transition from BDA to BBMP in the early years of the turn of this century was a trying period for the real estate sector with newer and stringent regulations and some of the optional approvals becoming mandatory.
Some of the noteworthy projects needing a mention here are Sumadhura Anandam, Sawan, Mathushree, Sandoval, Serene, Akash which have all been well received in terms of the values and traditions they stand for. The projects in the pipeline are Silver ripples, Madhuram, Sankalpam, Shikharam, Srinivasam, Vasantham and Anantham . The soon to be launched Essenza off Hosur road is an architectural marvel in itself.
As Albert Einstein said on success
‘Try not to become a man of success, but rather try to become a man of value’ and this is precisely what Sumadhura stands for and any purchaser or prospective customer can directly talk to the man at the helm Mr. Madhusudhan himself and nothing in life becomes real until is experienced!

 A feature by Sunita Ramaswamy.