That’s how masala dosa is made. You spread a thin layer of the urad dal / rice batter. You top it with some seasoning. Then comes the masala with potatoes, herbs and spices. It is topped with raw cabbage for extra texture. And in two-three minutes it is folded into crispy perfection.
Near Crawford Market, Mumbai
10:26 pm 478 notes
December 6 2013
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December 4 2013
Next week will be my last guitar lesson and I feel very genuinely upset about it.
I have learnt so much about my musical tastes and have been able to witness a development of them over the past two years and I will be forever grateful to my teacher and his utter devotion to all things Led Zeppelin.
I know a heck of a lot more now than I did before, and I thought I knew a lot.
thank you thank you thank you thank you.
7:16 pm 5 notes
December 4 2013
um pretty sure that’s Shiva and not a “witch”???
uh oh white people, looks like you’ve well and truly crossed the line
like it’s one thing plastering Ganesh on a t-shirt and calling it hippie/boho (super messed up nonetheless) but wtf is this shit
just what are you doing
I’m not even too sure of what to say right now, I didn’t realise that online shopping could lead to me discovering new lows..that are this fricking low??
12:03 am 101 notes
December 1 2013
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November 30 2013
i s2g if i ever marry a hindu guy and he wants me to hold karva chauth for him, we’re getting a divorce sorry honey aint nobody got time to fast for your longevity
9:36 am 24 notes
November 28 2013
— Pandit Ravi Shankar
Ma knows best
I’ve always thought my mum was the bees knees. So many of my preferences, likes, dislikes and opinions growing up were based on her preferences, likes, dislikes and opinions.
To this day I tell people that forget-me-not flowers are my favourite because once upon a time when I was nine my mother claimed them hers. I’ve only ever seen them in the flesh about three times. I also for a few months of 2006 forced myself to like brussel sprouts because she consumed them like a fucking machine but I quickly realised that brussel sprouts are evil in vegetable form and no matter how many times you tell yourself they are mini cabbages the taste and mushy texture will show its true colours.
I see my music taste as a smorgasbord of influences with the most popular dishes being the tunes I used to hear every time I got into the car to drive somewhere with my rents. Dad, god bless him, granted me the ability to recite the Rolling Stones’ Satisfaction, Jumpin’ Jack Flash and Under My Thumb off the top of my head at age 6 and my heart to skip a beat every time Neil Young croons through the speakers, while my mothers influence stretched from an early rooted love of Nirvana, R.E.M, the Red Hot Chilli Peppers, Radiohead and Oasis’ What’s the Story Morning Glory?. Unsurprisingly these artists remain with top spots on my current iTunes library. Despite how both mum and dad had equal impact on my music taste to date, the influence is so monumental and music is so very important to me that I had to include it here.
Politically, my party vote goes to the Greens. While my eighteen-year-old self can affirm this based on personal, un-biased evaluation of the New Zealand political system, it was my young self that developed the idea that ‘mum-knows-best’ when it comes to voting for the leaders of our nation. The vote was always going to be ‘who ever is leading the Labour party’ for Prime Minister (this was Helen Clark for the majority of my youth) and the Greens for the party vote, always.
Style-wise, and this may be ridiculously ‘uncool’ to say so, but my mother is kinda my icon. While having three sisters (two older; one into Jane’s Addiction/Bob Marley band shirts, one as fashion crazy as Bjork, and one younger; into Taylor Swift-esque floral dresses) does factor into my developing style, it could be easily said that I have more of my mothers hand-me-downs stored in my closet than garments from a sister. I was once 14 and wishing I was 20-something so I could dress to be my mother’s twin and get away with it. However, thanks to the French, Kate Sylvester and my mother’s affinity for wearing pants and a soft pullover sweater as a combo, I think I’ve finally managed to get myself on a comfortable road to fashionable womanhood.
In terms of being a woman, being confident and being able to pursue whatever I want, my ma has been a driving force. I’m not going to get soppy or political but my ma has never once told me that anything I have done in my life has been useless or wrong. My intelligence was never measured by the extent of my interests and I was only encouraged to read and be more inspired by my beloved Captain Underpants cartoons with their absurd levels of ridiculousness. I was not forced to ballet dance, I was not forced to play soccer (although I eagerly chose the latter). I have never been told to suppress my creativity and pursue an interest in areas of intelligence that could make me more money in the future. I have been praised for my artistic talents but never forced to stick to merely being ‘the artsy one’. In my mother’s eyes I am multi-talented and capable of achieving anything in any intellectual area and my capabilities are certainly not limited to titles or other people’s assumptions and while I suppose that is the job of any mother, my mum is not afraid to showcase these convictions to make me really believe them.
Truth be told, I kinda want to grow up to be like my mum, just maybe without the raging and stuff. Whether you think I’m cool or uncool for writing this and praising my mum like she’s some earth-bound goddess just ask yourself, did your mum dress up as an 80s, The Cure crazy punker for a friends 50th? Didn’t think so.