Monday, February 13, 2012

Frenchman's Creek by Daphne du Maurier


What could be more romantic than falling in love with a pirate who is as charming as any gentleman? In a sentence, that is the story of ‘Frenchman’s Creek,’ a novel by Daphne du Maurier, the author of ‘Rebecca.’ I have read romances in my time, but none can appeal to me more than this one right now. The heroine Dona is a married woman with two children. She is the rich wife, whose husband is slower than her, unmindful of the mild flirtation his friend Rockingham carries on with Dona. Bored of her life in London, Dona takes her two children and comes to Navaron, her husband’s property on the Cornish coast. And while trying to have some peace, she stumbles upon an adventure. She discovers that a French pirate, who has been terrorizing the neighbourhood has been hiding right on her property. When Dona tries to investigate further, she gets captured, only to discover that the pirate is a very educated, cultured person, who, just like her has taken to piracy only because of boredom. Dona joins his crew and has the time of her life. But her fun is short lived, as she realizes her responsibilities and refuses to sail away with her love. 

The story is an escape to a fantasy, which is ridiculously unlikely to happen. Daphne du Maurier herself wrote it at a time when she was overwhelmed by the worldly responsibilities of life. But its her. Her genius is felt in the suspense and the words chosen to create the romance. The impact I felt was a languid drowsiness that I let caress me like the winds on the Cornish coast. Dona is a woman who is present in each one of us women. She is the one who rebels against norms that patriarchal societies have bound her with and yearns for the same freedom that men save for themselves. 

Unfortunately, I am really happily married and the pirate I love is sitting in this room even as I type. So, I never get to do anything illegally exciting. But we’ve had our share of adventures. We still do, when the ordinariness of life springs unexpected surprises at us now and then.

Monday, February 6, 2012

Ingredients for a Yummy V day!


Cupid’s month is here. I am guessing a lot of pink and red in the shops to get you into a Valentine mood. Teddy bears, love coffee mugs, greeting cards; all that jazz. But what is it that could actually turn any given day into a real blast of romance? In my opinion, it is just the situation. He or she is there, you are there, but where are you? Is it a wedding, where she is fully decked up and blooming? Or is it a football match where he is sweaty and determined, all muscles ripping? Or maybe she is at her window, her hair undone, eyes scrunched up, staring at the dawn? Or the library, where his strong jaw is clenched in concentration over a physics sum? Sigh! I was once in a situation where my date and I were drenched in rain. I have written about it before, if you remember. However, every day there isn’t a ‘situation.’ Maybe that’s why mankind and nature, together have several ingredients to make things happen. Not just anything, romantic things!

Consider flowers. I would say red roses, even though it is a cliché. Nothing is more romantic than the smoldering, velvety petals of a red rose. Needless to say, it’s scent is an aphrodisiac that has powers that nature has generously given for our benefit. Why not make the best use of them?

Coffee can excite the mind. The caffeine in it can elevate you out of your laziness and spur you into action. Find out how it is an aphrodisiac here. Share a cup with him or her on V day. Then come back and tell me what happened. (Wink!) 

Chocolate. Dark, dark, dark! The darker the chocolate, the more it makes a woman loosen her hair. So the scientists say. As a woman and a die-hard chocoholic, I can tell you those scientists are absolutely right. 

Music can perform miracles too. It could be the lyrics of “Pal pal dil ke paas,” or the steam in “Bheege honth.” Or how about Bryan Adams crooning “Have you ever really loved a woman,” or Chris Issak’s “Wicked Games.”

Candles can drive away more than just darkness. Switch off the lights and burn one this Valentine’s day and find out how. There are so many in the market. Choose one in your favourite colour and scent. Maybe tranquil lavender or yummy vanilla! 

Try the above five and let me know if it worked. Happy Valentine’s Day.

Please do things to my heart
Make my beat stop and start
Just ask to be mine
Please be my Valentine

Friday, January 27, 2012

From the Magic Box!

Here are some shots that I took thinking they depicted new beginnings in some way.

Beginning a new life

Begin a new day with a hearty breakfast

Promise of a new future

An end often means a new beginning


The new of the unborn!

New flavours

Beginning of a new season

New shoes - a month long smile!

New foundations

New colours

Monday, January 16, 2012

The Mayor of Casterbridge: The Power of New

I have chosen an old book to review in this first month of New Year. The reason is that this book is full of new beginnings and resolutions. If you know Thomas Hardy, he will make you fall in love with his central character and it’s imperfections. He will make you weep throughout the book and the ending is a tragedy too. So no respite. We had this book in college and I wrote some of my best nine pagers for it. Not that all of them were good enough for the examiners. However, I am not going to parade one of those answers here. I will just highlight how many new beginnings ensue here. I am emboldening the word ‘new’ wherever such an event occurs.

The story starts in 1885, England, when Michael Henchard, a hay trusser with an alcohol problem, sells his wife, Susan and his child for five pounds to a sailor named Newson in a drunken stupor. The next morning, he wakes up distraught with guilt. After failing to find them, he enters a church and makes a resolution. Just like we make every year. He resolves not to drink alcohol for twenty-one years, the number akin to his age. After abandoning the search for his family, he starts a new life in the town of Casterbridge. Unknown to the reader, so do his wife and children with Newson, the sailor.

Eighteen years later, Susan and the now grown Elizabeth Jane arrive at Casterbridge looking for Henchard, only to find that he is now the not so popular Mayor. Elizabeth is unaware that Henchard is her father and only knows that they are looking for an old relative. Henchard and Susan decide that in order to keep Elizabeth in the dark regarding the disgraceful way that they parted years ago, Henchard will court Susan and then marry her. Thus, a new life begins for the three of them once more.

Also, on the night that Henchard’s family arrives in Casterbridge, Donald Farfrae, a young man on the way to search for opportunity in America provides some cutting-edge advice to Henchard. Impressed, Henchard offers him a position in his business. Farfrae takes it and thus starts his new life in Casterbridge.

Soon Elizabeth is making bright eyes at Farfrae and there is this incredibly romantic scene where Farfrae has to blow off chaff from the back and sides of her neck. And just as you think life is smooth, Farfrae, who is younger, sharper and more practical than Henchard keeps outwitting him in every respect, until Henchard fires him and forbids him to see Elizabeth.

Susan dies revealing to Henchard that Elizabeth is not his but the Newson’s daughter. And Henchard learns of this right after he spills the beans about himself and Susan to Elizabeth. The poor girl is absolutely confused when her father starts ill-treating her, until she can’t take it anymore and goes to live with a lady who has arrived newly in town. And who do you think this new person is? Why! Its Henchard’s girlfriend whom he had to abandon on Susan’s arrival. But now the path is clear, and she is set to marry Henchard.

However, waiting for him, she meets Farfrae instead. And like his business, Farfrae proves a superior competitor in love too. Soon, Henchard is disgraced when his wife-selling past is revealed and suffering losses in business, he goes bankrupt. Farfrae buys his business, his old house and starts living there with Lucetta. Henchard now works as a hay-trusser under Farfrae. His twenty-one years are over too, so he starts drinking again. He is the same man, in the same town starting a new life once more. And the cherry on the top of this fate-filled cake is that Farfrae becomes the Mayor. Elizabeth now goes to live with Henchard in a small cottage, and their bond grows.

Meanwhile, Henchard agrees to return Lucetta’s letters, but on the way the secret gets out, and both become subject to a ‘skimmity-ride,’ which proves too much for Lucetta’s nerves and she dies. Now comes Nelson, to claim his daughter. Selfish in his love for Elizabeth, Henchard tells him that she has died. But he comes back when he learns of this deception, and Henchard leaves town before she confronts him. He goes to meet her on her wedding day, but she snubs him. Later, Elizabeth regrets her behavior towards him and she and her new husband search for him. They are too late and only find his will where his final wish is to be forgotten.

Studying this book for a year, I fell in love with Henchard. And no matter how perfect Farfrae is, not making a single mistake, my heart never warmed for him. That’s Hardy’s unparalleled genius! And my absurdity I suppose. The number of times that he started his life anew in grueling circumstances is worth analyzing.

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Old Ingredients, New magic!

The first fight that I had this New Year was about the Christmas turkey. With my husband of course. After singing it’s praises and thus mine on Christmas, he got bored of it. He also complained that it had a strange after taste that bothered him. With my prime eater down, I didn’t know what to do with all the leftover turkey. So, I thought, why not take the leftovers from last year and create a new dish! Here’s what I used:

Leftover turkey (diced)

Leftover turkey stuffing (mushroom and onion chopped finely and fried in olive oil, salt and pepper)

Mayonnaise (leftover from a take away)

Humus (leftover from a Arabic take away)

Chilli sauce (To add zing. I went crazy with it. You might want to be more discreet)

Oregano (leftover from a pizza take away)

Balsamic Vinegar 2tbsp (to get rid of the “after taste”)

Olive oil

Salt and pepper (But remember the turkey already has some)

First I fried the turkey in olive oil till it was almost crispy. Then I added the vinegar and let it evaporate. The rest of the ingredients I just mixed in. And then I served it as salad with some avocado, I made a grilled sandwich with it, and I tried it with parantha too. My husband did the dishes for a week, smiling!

Monday, December 26, 2011

From the Magic Box!



Here are some things Christmassy that I captured!



Santa Fe


















A Nativity scene at Santa Fe


Snowmen

The Rio

Colourful fountains at the Rio



    











Flower bed of lights









A man painted in metallic performing in a strange box!


The food stalls
































A mimer entertaining the crowd

The toys!

One of the many musicians



Oviedo

My Christmas ham

Our tree





Rudolf!
















Ginger bread house and man

The spoils next day