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Meghamalhar: An Old Film, A New Take

Meghamalhar (Malayalam)

Had the opportunity to watch an old Malayalam film “Meghamalhar” recently. Starring Samyuktha Varma and Biju Menon in lead roles, the movie is a charming attempt at understanding the dynamics between two adults who once shared a deeply intimate childhood friendship.

Rajeev is a lawyer. He is married with two kids. Nandita is a writer/novelist/sub-editor living in the same city. Her husband works in the Middle East. She lives with her daughter and father-in-law. Rajeev and Nandita have a chance interaction at a local bakery when their respective orders get mixed up. Then they meet again at a hospital. By now, Rajeev has learned that she is a published writer. He chats with her about her work. Then they meet again at his office when she drops by with a friend who has an appointment with a fellow lawyer. Each interaction they share is pleasant and friendly. He begins to read and enjoy more of her stories.

One day, Nandita calls Rajeev to ask a favor. She needs an interview with a respected Kathakali artist and performer. This gentleman is also a friend of Rajeev’s, so she asks if he can provide an introduction. Rajeev agrees. The artist lives in a distant town, so they have to undertake a day’s journey for the interview. Nandita, Rajeev and a photographer make their way to the artist’s home. En route, Rajeev starts describing a story penned by Nandita that touched his heart deeply. He reveals that he has had a similar experience in his own life. As he begins to describe an incident from his childhood involving a dear friend Srikutty that mirrors the story, Nandita’s face changes. It becomes evident that the story is semi-autobiographical, and that Nandita is none other than Srikutty. It also becomes clear to her that Rajeev is her childhood friend. However, Nandita chooses to keep this realization to herself.

Life goes on. Rajeev finds himself getting more and more drawn to Nandita. He feels a deep sense of connection with her. One day, they meet at a beach where he reveals his feelings to her. She is shell-shocked. Speechless, she leaves. Rajeev is dismayed. He attempts to contact her multiple times to explain (or apologize) but she refuses to meet him. Another chance interaction occurs as they both travel to Trivandrum, a neighboring city. This time, Nandita is with a friend. Unable to face him, she asks her friend to pass Rajeev a copy of her newly published book.

On the first page, she writes,

“To my childhood friend Rajeev,
Yours,
Srikutty.”

As Rajeev opens the book, he comes to realize who Nandita is. He requests her to meet him one last time. When they meet, he apologizes for what he terms his “cheapness” and indiscretion. He promises to never contact her again. But he declares that he will never forsake the memory of his childhood playmate Srikutty. Nandita is visibly moved. She then proposes a short trip to Kanyakumari, the city of their childhood. As Nandita and Rajeev explore the beach where they played as children, they are forced to confront the fact that they are deeply attracted to each other. But, as Nandita explains, there can be no future to that feeling; they must part as strangers, she says.

Many years elapse. Nandita and her husband Mukundan are on a trip to Kanyakumari. As they check out of their hotel, a car pulls up. Rajeev steps out with his wife Rekha. It turns out that Rekha and Mukundan were classmates at college. They begin chatting and exchanging pleasantries. Nandita and Rajeev are introduced to each other. As their eyes meet, it becomes clear that the passage of time has not dimmed their feelings. They mutter “Hello” to each other and part to go their respective ways.

Phew. Typing all that was not easy.

I watched the film in two parts. I really enjoyed the first half. The story was developing so beautifully, I thought. It seemed like a mature attempt to show adults grappling with complex emotions. However, the second half felt like an utter letdown.

As I was describing the story to P, he wondered why I was in “psychoanalysis” mode. No, I wasn’t meaning to over-analyze or dissect the movie (it is a work of fiction, after all) but I felt like Meghamalhar lost a good opportunity to make a strong point.

The past can be a powerful player in our life. However, the truth is that it has no existence. Understanding this fact is vital to our peace of mind and happiness. Yes, Nandita and Rajeev shared a special bond in their childhood. However, that time had long passed by. Not to imply that the sweet tenderness of that bond should necessarily have changed. Meeting a dear friend is a joyful event. Instead of looking at that person and relationship as they existed, in the current moment, Nandita and Rajeev viewed their present situation in the light of their past. End result? Muddled emotions. Guilt, regret, pain… and so on.

The film has a couple of beautiful songs. Here is one.

Being a Homebody/Inspired by La’s Orchestra

A book I love dearly is “La’s Orchestra Saves the World,” by Alexander McCall Smith. I had borrowed it from the library a while ago. I read it, loved it… and returned the book. There was something about the story that resonated so deeply with me… that I couldn’t stop circling back to it in my thoughts, again and again, in the months to come. So I bought the book and read it again. Loved it in a different way this time.

La's Orchestra Saves the World

La’s Orchestra Saves the World

The book tells the story of La (Lavender is her name), a young woman living in London with her charming husband. When her marriage collapses, La leaves London to go live in Suffolk, a small town in the English countryside. She arrives to a home that is in dire need of repair, love and attention. She gets to work, prettying up the home and making it inhabitable. She meets her neighbors and starts a new little life, quiet and hardworking. World War II is looming on the horizon. La feels lonely and isolated in her new environs. She has no one to share her thoughts with except the hens she tends to on a daily basis. La’s life changes when she meets Feliks, a Polish airman at the local army base. The story unfolds against the backdrop of war and its surreal possibilities, finally ending many years later on a happy, loving note filled with the voices and laughter of children, friends, and family.

At a point in the story, La wonders if she is a handmaiden. A person who is always watching, never acting… One who feels fervently but expresses little. As she busies herself in her little home — tending to hens, growing potatoes, hanging laundry, cooking, cleaning — she wonders about her insignificant contribution to the war efforts. She is not a nurse or an activist or a soldier (did females fight in the war? Probably not.). She perceives her life to be limited, circumscribed by the boundaries of her little village and the mundane existence of its inhabitants.

We live in a world that is ever telling us to do more, travel more, work more… be more. There is no end to being busy and achieving… stuff, whatever that means. I made myself believe that that was the right attitude. That was the way of growth, progress. I was always aware that this idea didn’t resonate with my inner self and I lived with that disagreement for many years, willing myself to be part of this march onward.

I think La’s story cemented an idea that had been germinating within me for a while.

I am a homebody. I like a little life. I am not exactly inclined to travel and discover the world. I derive nourishment from my home and the little rituals I engage in. I don’t regard house chores as dull or a drag. They provide a certain predictable rhythm to my life. I don’t have the drive to excel as a home-maker or a career woman. I am the happiest when I have books, tea, cooking on my agenda. All in all, a life that is equal parts cozy and nourishing, where I have time at hand, family a phone call away, old heartwarming films to watch, and Malayalam in my ears — yes, that suffices, thank you very much.

Food, Spirituality and More

(Read Chef Daniel Peach’s adventures here – Part 1, Part 2, Part 3.)

Q. Can you talk a little about your spiritual journey, and how, if at all, food features in your story?

A. I think my entire life has been a spiritual journey, you know? All my lifetimes… When I was little, I prayed a lot and asked God to show me that He existed. I went to church, and while I liked Christ’s teachings I did not identify with the dogma. My first introduction to meditation was from Paramhansa Yogananda’s book ‘Autobiography of a Yogi.’ I learned meditation from that lineage (Kriya Yoga) and began practicing everyday for several years. I became very interested in Advaita and the Yoga Vasistha. At that time I had a good friend living in Waynesville, NC. His next door neighbor was a follower of Meher Baba. She told us about Baba and we perused some books about Baba and his life.

Meher Baba

Meher Baba

Two years later I was in Asheville going to my interview for my job at Chai Pani (which, remember, was the FIRST post on Craigslist) and the first person I met at Chai Pani was Meherwan, the owner. He told me his name is Meherwan Irani and I said to him, “There’s a saint in India who has the same name as you!” (Baba’s birth name is Merwan Irani). Meherwan says, “Yeah, I know… He is my great uncle.” I then met Meherwan’s mom, Amrit, who taught us how to cook before the restaurant opened. Amrit spent a lot of time with Meher Baba, and in the early Chai Pani days I would sit down with her during breaks and make her tell me stories about Meher Baba. Whenever I go to India I visit Meher Baba’s tomb-shrine and Amrit lives just a walking distance away from there.

Anyhow long story short I am a devotee of Meher Baba. Life brought me to Chai Pani, which brought me to India, which brought me to Meher Baba. Before that I felt like I was trying to figure out which train to get on; which path to follow. Meher Baba, to me, is the end of that search. Meher Baba’s book ‘God Speaks’ is a spiritual masterpiece and after I read that I knew beyond any doubt that Meher Baba is who He says He is.

“Inscribe these words in your heart; nothing is Real but God, nothing matters but love for God.” — Meher Baba

I feel like food features in my spiritual journey insofar as cooking is my dharma. It feels like my duty and I try to do it in the spirit of serving others and making others happy.

I wish I could say more about my spiritual journey but I don’t feel like I can put it into words. I just love Baba aur main usko Bhagwan samajhta hun (I regard him as God). He stole my heart. I was His long before and will be His forever.

I think the essence of most religions is the same and the one who loves God realizes God.

Meher Baba

Meher Baba

“God is Love. And Love must love. And to love there must be a Beloved. But since God is Existence infinite and eternal there is no one for Him to love but Himself. And in order to love Himself He must imagine himself as the Beloved whom He as the Lover imagines He loves.

Beloved and Lover implies separation. And separation creates longing; and longing causes search. And the wider and the more intense the search the greater the separation and the more terrible the longing.

When longing is most intense separation is complete, and the purpose of separation, which was that Love might experience itself as Lover and Beloved, is fulfilled; and union follows. And when union is attained, the lover knows that he himself was all along the Beloved whom he loved and desired union with; and that all the impossible situations that he overcame were obstacles which he himself had placed in the path to himself.

To attain union is so impossibly difficult because it is impossible to become what you already are! Union is nothing other than knowledge of oneself as the Only One.” — Meher Baba

Q. What are Chef Daniel Peach’s future plans?

A. I can’t say I think about or try and plan the future too much as generally life has its own plan, you know? 🙂 I have no intention of owning my own restaurant. I enjoy my career as a chef and am not interested in having to deal with managing money and all of the logistics that owning a restaurant entails. Plus Chai Pani is my family and I will be with them until the very end. I see myself continuing to visit India every year and to continue learning and improving my craft. I hope that God empowers me with more and more ways to serve and love others and that I have the ability to do so until a very old age.

Thank you, Daniel, for sharing your life and stories with us…

Dining at Golden Temple, eating Malaiyyo in Varanasi

(Read Chef Daniel Peach’s adventures here – Part 1, Part 2.)

Q. Can you share a memorable dining experience from India?

A. One of my most memorable dining experiences was at the Golden Temple in Amritsar. It is said that the temple feeds up to 100,000 people a day. The entire production is run by volunteers!

As I was first approaching the kitchen and dining area, I began to hear a symphony of clashes and bangs, and as I got closer I could see the huge mass of people washing dishes. Steel plates were flying through the air and banging everywhere. I got in line and surprisingly quickly was handed a plate, a spoon, and a glass. The next thing I knew I was being filed into the large dining area and sat down on the floor with my plate in front of me. People began walking by with buckets of food, ladling it onto the plate. The meal was roti, daal, and kheer. It was so simple and delicious. They came by a couple of times and offered extras of everything.

I got up and started following the mass of people out of the building with my plate in my hand. I found my way to the banging sounds and handed my plate to a guy standing by the main dish area. As quickly as my plate was in his hand, he threw it in the air behind him, and it landed in a huge steel crate with hundreds of other plates. I meandered around for a second, and someone walked over and handed me a cup of chai. I enjoyed that chai immensely. From there I found my way to a area where I saw hundreds of people peeling and cutting vegetables. I joined in and diced some onions for a while, then went back to the main temple area. I will always cherish that experience and I have a deep love for the Golden Temple. It is a very special place.

Eating in Amritsar

Eating in Amritsar

Q. Do you have a favorite Indian dish?

A.  I don’t know if I have a favorite Indian dish, as my preferences seem to change with time. There is, however, a specialty available only in Varanasi and only in the winter called ‘malaiyyo‘.

Malaiyyo

They take cream (malai) and boil it in the evening with saffron and sugar. Then they put it in huge matkas and let it sit out all night. It turns into this sweet, airy, fluffy saffron cream and the sweet, milky liquid settles to the bottom. The seller scoops some of the airy fluffy cream and puts it in a tiny clay cup, pours some of the saffron milk in and tops it with sliced pistachios and almonds. It is literally weightless.

I cannot describe to you that taste, you have to just taste it yourself. It is heaven, and its impossible to eat just one cup. I don’t really know exactly how it works but people say it has something to do with the chilly morning dew that comes in off of the Ganges. As the mixture cools the clay matka pulls out some of the moisture from the malaiyyo, making it near weightless. Again, I don’t understand it but people have tried to make it in other places and it just doesn’t come out right.

If you are ever in UP in the Winter, go to Varanasi and eat malaiyyo. A good spot is The Markandeya, a small blue window with no sign. It’s in Thatheri Bazaar.