Thursday, November 19, 2015

The Cloths of Heaven

Pelling, West Sikkim - India, November 2015


Had I the heaven's embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light;
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.


W. B. Yeats

Saturday, July 25, 2015

Cini diye. With sugar, please!

People who know me well would know me as a tea-lover. I drink cups of tea on daily basis, and most of the time I would prefer tea over plain water. And living in Bangladesh has encouraged my tea addiction even more. Tea-drinking is something that is deeply rooted in this country (and also everywhere in this subcontinent), and people just can't function well when their tea-ration is not met. At certain times, usually around 10 in the morning and 3 in the afternoon, people would automatically stop doing whatever they are doing and have their tea fixed.

At work it is no different. Our cafeteria serves tea two times a day, and my colleagues would start wiggle on their chairs when it is close to tea time, cannot wait to go and enjoy their tea. Another thing is, tea time is not only about drinking tea, it also has a social thing ingrained in it. It is the time when you meet your colleagues and talk and gossip and build or strengthen your social network. And it is of course a nice break from work! :D

Another fact about the tea culture in Bangladesh is that it is usually served with milk (lots and lots of condensed milk if you buy from the roadside, but oftentimes fresh milk if you get it in the villages) and heaps of sugar. And when I write heaps it really is heaps, no kidding! I automatically winced when tasting Bangla tea the first time. Even for me who's coming from a sweet-tea-drinking society, the amount of sugar people put in their tea here is really too much. Their tea can be really good though, because usually they use quite strong black tea, generous amount of milk, and put many spices such as cinnamon, cardamom, cloves and bay leaves, which altogether make a tasty mixed of masala cha (this kind of cha is widespread allover Indian subcontinent). However, growing up with fragrant jasmine tea has instilled a love for flavored black tea in me, so when drinking tea here I would rather choose rong cha or just black tea with spices (most common are ginger or lemon).

So I have this Bangladeshi colleague who share the love of flavored black tea. We love trying different flavors from different brands and from time to time will exchange our collection with each other. But she surprised me the other day when she commented on the amount of sugar I put in my tea, which to me was nothing compared to the amount any Bangladeshi would have. She said that she has been drinking her tea without sugar, in the quest to be healthier.. and to follow what George Orwell suggested about a nice cup of tea (Why I didn't know that this favorite author of mine was a tea lover too!), whose flavor should not be destroyed by putting sugar. What?! Wait a minute..

With curiosity I googled the said suggestion and was going hmm hmm while reading it. In full defense, I concluded that Mr.Orwell was biased. Sure he has traveled the Indian subcontinent to be able to say Indian or Ceylon tea was the best, but has he traveled to Netherlands East Indies/ Nederland Oost-Indie (aka Indonesia) and ever knew that it also produces some of the world's finest tea? And what was that all nonsense about tea preparation? Did he know anything about the tea culture in China, its complicated preparation and what it symbolizes? And if sugar destroyed the flavor of tea, how about milk? And I am sure he didn't know that tea can be flavor-added (my favorite so far is earl grey!) and that a little bit of sugar (or honey) can actually enhance the flavor?

So if Mr.Orwell wanted to go cini cara (without sugar), let him be. For me, I would still prefer cini diye. With sugar, please! *

*Of course this is just a defensive post to insist on my preference. How about you, how would you love your cup of tea? :)

My recent cup of tea, of course with sugar 


Saturday, June 13, 2015

Cheers to 3 years!


Where has the time gone, I am celebrating my third anniversary as a bideshi (foreigner in Bangladesh) today! I am just grateful that I am blessed with this precious opportunity to continue learning about life and love, and to have met so many wonderful people to help me grow, inshaAllah into a better person. To 3 years in Bangladesh, and whatever comes next, I give my thanks.

Sunday, May 17, 2015

待ち望む -- wait and hope

待ち望む [ まちのぞむ] or "machinozomu" in Romanji is another interesting and beautiful Japanese word, which makes it one of my good friend Ayah's favorite words. In English the translation would be something like "wait eagerly for". But Ayah told me that "machinozomu" actually comes from two words, "matsu" which means waiting and "nozomu" which means hope, and therefore the correct meaning would be "wait and hope". 

When we are waiting for something, especially in an eagerly manner, there is always some hope embedded in that action of waiting. Nevertheless, when the waiting is long and we are not certain about the outcome, hopelessness often slowly eats our heart out. This word is a good reminder therefore, that as long as we wait, there is always hope. So take courage, don't be afraid to wait and to hope. 

Monday, January 26, 2015

Talking Hope


* This quote is from the motion picture Shawshank Redemption
**Picture is taken from here

Sunday, November 16, 2014

Random interesting thing I saw in Myanmar

I finally had the chance to visit Myanmar in 2013. While I was there, I saw so many of this kind of strings hanging down in front of apartment buldings:



I was wondering what these things were. Turned out that  they were used to deliver things to the respective apartment from where these strings were originated from. If you want to see how they work, watch this video about media business in Myanmar, starting from minute 2:15. Smart isn't it? :)


Thursday, August 7, 2014

My love affair with Kikili House

It was all started when I was browsing for a nice beach resort for my then upcoming holiday to Sri Lanka [I will oh so write more on Sri Lanka later :)]. I and Irish, a friend who accompanied me this time, wanted our beach-stay part of the trip to be the highlight, so we wanted to splurge a little bit and looked for something nice and relaxing. Being all the girlie and hippie and artsy (or so we thought ;p), we were so excited when we stumbled on Kikili House website. It was the cutest, the nicest, and the most colorful bed and breakfast we have ever seen anywhere on the net. I fell in love at the first sight. And so Irish. So we decided right away that this was it. Period.

And Kikili House turned out not disappointing at all. It was all that we have imagined it  to be and we really had a great time staying there. We enjoyed the hospitality of Kikili House crew, we enjoyed the food they served (they have super duper delicious breakfast! oh, the yumminess!), and we enjoyed stealing Kikili house style through our captures ;)


Our bedroom. I died a little because of its cuteness ;p


The decor in the living room, love!


One corner of the living room


Another corner of the living room


Another bedroom


The details of the bedroom

More bedroom details


Bathroom details


Wider view of the living room


The dining room, with garden view, ahhh!


Where all the yummy food are created


Dining room details


And the yummy breakfast: fruit plater, homemade jams (marmalade, passion fruit, and pineapple), homemade granola, buffalo yoghurt, and molasses syrup. Mmmhh!!

I love Sri Lanka and its beauty. I love this house too, and for sure I will come back. Au revoir, Kikili House!!