Monthly Archives: September 2014

Backstage Pass: Dressed to kill

 

still from Main Aur Charles (top); Charles Sobhraj (Left) & Salim Asgarally (Inset)
still from Main Aur Charles (top); Charles Sobhraj (Left) & Salim Asgarally (Inset)

BACKSTAGE PASS

FILM: Main Aur Charles

Fashion designer Salim Asgarally doesn’t normally agree to do costumes for films, but transforming Bollywood actor Randeep Hooda into Charles Sobhraj, the Bikini Killer of the 1970s, was an irresistible lure. Charles, who was convicted and jailed for 12 murders between 1976 and 1997, and is currently serving a sentence of life imprisonment in Nepal, was a dapper dresser.

“He is an intriguing character whose journey spans different eras. I was ready for the challenge that Prawaal Raman’s film, Main Aur Charles, offered,” explains Salim. Three months of intensive research yielded several different looks to experiment with.

Charles moves from Bangkok to Delhi and on to Mumbai and Goa with a tenure in the Tihar jail in between. Salim promises a new look for the con man in every city.

“In Bangkok, he’s urbane in trench coats, which make way for suits and blazers in subdued checks teamed with’70s style ties, his trademark beret and designer glasses when he’s trying to pass himself off as a moneyed gentleman in Delhi,” explains the stylist. Salim points out that even when he was jailed, till he was convicted, Charles was allowed to throw Christmas parties, give interviews to the international press and wear his own clothes.

“So, among the prison uniforms was this intelligent, widely travelled, conman with a suave front. The continuity had to be retained even when he fled to Mumbai after a daring jail break. But once in Goa, he turns into a carefree hippie in swimming trunks and shorts,” says Salam, who wanted the clothes to become an aid in storytelling while making Randeep look good on screen.

Usually Hindi films don’t bother with authentic depiction of period styles or the colour palette, but for Salim they were the basic parameters. When designing for Charles, he stuck to muted hues like sky blues, coffee browns and olive green.

And to ensure that everything was in sync, he ordered vintage frames and borrowed costumes from Nepal’s royalty. The ‘Main’ in the title is Amod Kant, the investigating officer on the case, whose observations the film is based on.

Adil Hussain, who plays the character, is mostly seen in his cop’s uniform, but when with the family, he’s a typical middle-class civilian in trousers and bush shirts, a distinct contrast to the flashy Charles.

There are other characters too, like Richard Thomas, the British hitchhiker Charles meets, whom Salim dressed up in casual denims, and Mira, the Delhi law student, who Richa Chadha brings to life on screen. Mira is togged up in Indo- Western wear and junk jewellery from the Janpath market. Smiles Salim, “Main Aur Charles wasn’t an easy film, but it was a satisfying project.”

source: http://www.punemirror.in / Pune Mirror / Home> Others> Leisure / by Roshmila Bhattacharya / July 06th, 2014

The rich legacy of Nizams

Mir Osman Ali Khan receives Prime Minister Lal Bahadur Shastri at Begumpet airport. Responding to Shastri’s appeal, the Nizam donated 5000 kg of gold to the National Defence Fund
Mir Osman Ali Khan receives Prime Minister Lal Bahadur Shastri at Begumpet airport. Responding to Shastri’s appeal, the Nizam donated 5000 kg of gold to the National Defence Fund

OF POWER AND POISON

British Residents in Hyderabad spoke of the mutual antipathy that apparently existed between the Nizam’s eldest wife Dulhan Pasha and her sons Prince Azam Jah and Prince Moazzam Jah.

The mother of the two Sahebzadas was keen to marry them to her nieces, described by the Resident, Lt. Col. T.H. Keyes, as “two half-starved little Hyderabadi girls”. She had even been involved in a public slanging match with the Nizam on the issue of her sons’ marriage, and was supposed by British officials to be not fond of her sons.

To illustrate the discord between the mother and sons, Keyes recalled what Prince Moazzam Jah used to reveal to his guests. The younger Sahebzada claimed that his mother wanted to become the regent on the Nizam’s death. “When someone takes the cue and asks how she could be regent when his brother and he are of age, he replies: ‘We won’t be here. Mother is always experimenting with poisons, and there are no cats left in King Kothi’.”

…The rumours of poisoning in 1932 also led to revival of allegations that Sir Salar Jung I had been poisoned by the Nizam’s zenana as he had been insisting on Mahbub Ali Pasha being sent to Europe for education.

TONNES OF GOLD FOR WAR EFFORT
Mir Osman Ali Khan, Nizam VII, may have delayed his decision on merging Hyderabad State with the Indian Union after Britain left the country in August 1947, but he created a record when he responded to the call of Prime Minister Lal Bahadur Shastri in 1965. The PM visited Hyderabad and requested the Nizam to contribute generously to the National Defence Fund, set up in the wake of the Indo-Chinese skirmish. Without a second thought, Mir Osman Ali announced that he would contribute five tonnes of gold to augment the war fund. In monetary terms, the Nizam’s contribution was about Rs 75 lakh, or about three-fourth of the annual Privy Purse he received from the Centre. In terms of today’s gold price in the international market, this donation translates to a whopping Rs 1,500 crore.

The Nizam’s donation of 5,000 kg of gold to the National Defence Fund in 1965 was the biggest ever contribution by any individual or organisation in India and remains unsurpassed till today.

However, known for his wit and frugality, Mir Osman Ali Khan did not hesitate to seek the return of the empty iron boxes once the gold coins and bars were offloaded in Delhi. “I am donating the gold and not the iron boxes. Do not forget to return them,” the Nizam told the officials even as his son-in-law and confidant Ali Pasha carried trays of gold coins from the Nazri Bagh Palace. The empty boxes were duly returned.

ALBERT ABID AND     THE SILK SOCKS

Hyderabad’s history is full of fables about foreigners who gave Hyderabad a new meaning and purpose. Albert Abid Evans, a Jew from Armenia, gave Hyderabadis their first department store and a new name to an otherwise abandoned locality.

Abid’s, one of the busiest business centres of Hyderabad, owes its name to Albert Abid, who set up a shop that served the needs of Hyderabadis from needle to grains and stationery to clothes.

…As a valet of the Nizam, Abid looked after Mir Mahbub Ali Khan’s wardrobe, the biggest of its kind in the world. It is rumoured that Nizam VI did not like to repeat his silk socks and the enterprising Abid would put the used socks back in the packet they came in and recycle them while his trusting master kept paying for new socks! If rumours are to be believed Abid also helped himself to the rings from his ruler’s fingers when his ruler was in a stupor and promptly thanked the Nizam very profusely the next morning for gifting him the jewellery.

AN UNHAPPY PRINCESS
Niloufer Khanum Sultana, who was called the world’s most beautiful woman, was pained by the fact that she was unable to produce an heir and felt that she had failed in her duty as a princess. It was especially upsetting for her that her cousin Princess Durru Shehvar had given birth to two lovely boys, Prince Mukarram Jah and Prince Muffakham Jah.

On a particular occasion, when Princess Niloufer was in England in response to her mother’s distress call about her financial and social health, Prince Moazzam Jah decided to let everyone know that it was not he who was responsible for their childless marriage. He brought a lady of doubtful repute into his home, and was apparently able to demonstrate his virility. Princess Niloufer returned from England to learn of this treachery and never shared a room with her husband again.

Her husband’s betrayal was not the only fact that pained her. She also returned to find that her personal maid, of whom she was very fond, had died in childbirth. This moved her to open a hospital for children and women. The Niloufer Hospital is still a sought-after medical institution today.

This gesture of the childless princess earned her a place in the hearts of Hyderabadis.

BORN TO RULE
Prince Mukarram Jah had the best of education — Doon, Harrow, Cambridge and LSE. He also trained at the Sandhurst Military Academy in England. …During a visit to Hyderabad, his first wife Princess Esra said he was a bright young man when she married him but was overwhelmed by the fast-paced political developments at home.

In 1969, the Indira Gandhi government decided to discontinue the annual purse to descendants of former rulers of princely states, who numbered around 600. The land bank vanished with the Land Ceiling Act. Mukarram found himself at a complete loss when he lost his privy purse and was compelled to sell off his assets. He would dispose invaluable jewellery to meet his immediate needs without verifying the value of the gems he offered for sale. Not surprisingly, he was taken for a ride by everyone, while the list of those dependent on him kept expanding. This list had grown to include the legion of relatives (14,792), servants (14,000), grandfather’s concubines (42) and children (hundreds of them).

Despairing of the circumstances he found himself in after the demise of his grandfather, this last true blue Nizam protested, “I was taught to be a soldier, not an administrator.”

Given the title of the eighth Nizam and brought up as an imperial prince of the Ottoman Empire, he was not wrong when he once confessed, “I was born to rule. That was the only thing I was prepared for.” Some believe it was the burden of having to deal with so many trusts and their beneficiaries that caused Mukarram Jah to leave for Australia.

3,000 WIVES?

In June 1936, the India Office received a letter from one Irene Cowen from Sheffield, asking how many wives the Nizam had and how many children. “A Hyderabadi had given a lecture on the Nizam’s government and in that had mentioned that the Nizam had over 3,000 wives, but he did not know the exact number, and had described him as having ‘a good many children’,” she wrote. …The Foreign Office sent Miss Cowen this reply: “The statement made by your lecturer is, on (the) face of it, incredible. Nor is any record of the kind suggested maintained in this office.”

The Nizam, however, did have over 100 women in his zenana and was even accused of kidnapping some. As for his progeny, it is claimed that Osman Ali Pasha sired over 147 children. A more modest estimate puts this figure at 28 daughters and 44 sons. However, like most stories about the Nizam, this claim is often exaggerated.

According to his daughter Basheerunissa Begum, it was impossible even for the family to keep track of everyone in the palace as each wife of the Nizam and her children had separate living quarters within the palace and had numbered badges to help the palace guards keep track of their security and identity.

source: http://www.deccanchronicle.com / Deccan Chronicle / Home> Lifestyle> Offbeat / DC Correspondent / June 01st, 2014

Jammu and Kashmir: What an artist in Srinagar managed to save from the floods

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by Chitra Padmanabhan

Conversations carried out in fleeting moments of phone connectivity have a timbre their very own. More so if they take place against a backdrop such as the recent inundation of Srinagar by a swollen Jhelum River. But if the person conversing from the other end happens to be the Srinagar-based artist Masood Hussain, renowned for the luminosity of his culturally rooted works, then the conversation is moulded by unfailing grace under pressure so typical of the gentle 61 year old and so familiar to anyone acquainted with him.

So, what starts as a flurry of phone calls to ascertain the whereabouts of Masood saheb and his family in flood-ravaged Srinagar eventually turns into a ‘serialised’ conversation. Always shy of drawing attention to himself, the artist initially speaks of the year-long work of seven paintings that he had completed barely two weeks before the flood. The paintings are based on seven unpublished couplets that were given to him by the iconic poet Agha Shahid Ali during his Srinagar visit 15 years ago.

Shortly after, Shahid returned to the US where he later succumbed to cancer. Masood vividly remembers the day Shahid handed him a couple of pages saying, “I want you to paint on the theme of these couplets whenever you have the time.” The couplets, on the seasons of Kashmir, resonate with layered meanings, says Masood who quotes their titles: ‘When It is Early Spring,’ ‘The Elements Conspire,’ ‘Autumn Refrain in Kashmir,’ ‘Early Winter,’ ‘Deep January,’ ‘At the Gates of Paradise,’ and ‘The Blossoms Return.’ He mentions Shahid’s couplet, ‘The Elements Conspire,’ in particular: They conspire so that someone, on the shores, awaits the vendor of flowers/And the other side of the earth awaits Kashmir’s sun, its message that water and fire are at peace.

The artist, whose tactile works evoke Kashmir with an intensity that matches the poet’s oeuvre, regards these large-format acrylic and oil paintings among his finest works. “So, on August 29, when I left for Tanmarg, 40 km from Srinagar, to attend a national camp for artists, I was in a lighter frame of mind than I had been for several months.”

However, he returned from the artist’s camp a day earlier, on September 3: “It just did not stop raining and I was anxious because Jawahar Nagar, where I stay, is situated between a flood channel and the Jhelum,” he explains. “In the next few days every time my wife and I looked out of the window, the Jhelum’s water level seemed to have risen, but no one knew what was happening or what to do. Nothing in our past experience had prepared us for what was coming,” says Masood.

The next thing that Masood remembers is the Jhelum River, a familiar enough presence in his canvases, turning unfamiliar, reducing lives and homes to flotsam, erasing a lifetime of landmarks and all vestiges of administration; moreover, reducing a 21st- century existence of connectivity to an enervating isolation in a state already marked by constantly high levels of anxiety.

By 1 am on September 7, nearby areas such as Lal Mandi were surrounded by water. Fearing that Jawahar Nagar would be next, at 2 am Masood and his wife drove their daughters to his sister’s house in Shalimar “which is on somewhat higher ground.” They returned another way to avoid flooded areas but when they got off at Zero Bridge to walk the distance to Jawahar Nagar they found a familiar landmark, the popular restaurant Hat Trick, standing like a forlorn island in a watery expanse. After wading through knee-deep water for 100 metres, Masood and his wife reached their house where his younger brother, Nasir, and sister-in-law were waiting for them.

The first thing that Masood did was to rush to his first floor studio, hoist the new paintings on his shoulder, each a seven-foot- long roll of canvas, and trudge to the attic on the second floor. “I wondered if they would remain safe,” he admits.

The pictures Masood took on his phone gave him a precise timeline of events. “On Sept 7, 11.34 am our ground floor was submerged and the compound wall of our neighbour Mr. AK Kaul, a famous dentist, came crashing down,” he recalls. Between 1 pm and 1.15 pm, two neighbouring houses sank to the ground. Since Masood’s house, too, was an old construction like those buildings and the water had reached the first floor, at about 1.30 pm he decided to move out. The floodwater was 18 to 20 feet high. “Luckily my brother had two inflatable boats he keeps for fishing purposes with a seating capacity of one and two people.”

They rowed their wives over to a four-storeyed house of recent vintage about 200 metres away that was owned by businessman Haji Bashir Ahmed, “a stranger who put his home at our disposal with rare generosity,” remembers Masood. Then the brothers made rounds of the neighbourhood. They first rescued the Kauls whose heads were barely above water, then an aged Sikh couple and an ex-DG Police, Peer Hassan Shah in his 80s. In an even tone Masood recounts a moment of panic when one of the air chambers in the boat developed a puncture as he was ferrying the old and ailing Mrs. Qureishi but “somehow I managed.”

Those who could wade through the water and climb the staircase to Haji Bashir’s house did so. Masood ferried the others to another terrace with an external staircase 45 metres away, also belonging to the businessman. “Old Mrs. Qureishi was in a bad way, but it was the ex-DG’s guards who were whimpering because they could not swim,” recalls Masood.

It took them four hours to shepherd about 40 people to the two terraces by which time the light had started fading, says Masood. One boat was completely punctured; the other one had only one functioning air chamber. While Haji Bashir’s terrace, including Masood’s family, had access to the amenities of a running establishment such as food, water and blankets, Masood and 16 others on the smaller terrace had nothing whatsoever. A sense of shock, the clammy air and lack of blankets made the night of September 7 seem unduly long to them. “We gathered some wood lying around. Mr. Kaul’s daughter- in-law had a matchbox with which we lit a fire. There was no one to see that Pandits, Sikhs and Muslims faced the creeping cold together in a huddle of humanity.”

Next day, the artist fashioned a ropeway with steel wire between the two terraces. Soon baskets bearing food items, blankets and water were sent from the main terrace to the smaller terrace. Later, Masood risked going in the big boat to the main house. On September 9, after two nights and two days on the terrace, the artist and others were airlifted by an Indian Air Force helicopter to a camp near the airport where they stayed overnight. Masood proudly relates that his brother stayed back to rescue more people, “rowing as far as 300 metres to find people. He is 10 years younger than me and has more energy, hai na!”

A painting by Masood Hussain.
A painting by Masood Hussain.

Since September 10 Masood and his wife have shuttled between the homes of friends and relatives. Over fractured conversations, he patiently sketches an unnerving topography of displacement: “Two days in Wanbal, 12 kilometres from Jawahar Nagar, then in Nawpora, which is closer to Jawahar Nagar… His itinerant phase is inked in my diary as a series of numbers: ‘Masood Hussain, Masood relative one, two, Masood new…. Every conversation is about a ceaseless exploration of new routes — by car, motorcycle, boat or raft — to reach loved ones or make at least one trip to the submerged home that had been left wide open in the rush to safety. “There are roving bands of thieves,” explains Masood saheb.

September 15, 11 am: Masood mentions that there has been no contact with his daughters for a week. Moreover, he does not know if his precious series of seven is intact. “I gave my word to Shahid 15 years ago; we were co-travellers,” he says. The artist, however, is struck by a curious coincidence. “Shahid’s couplet, ‘The Elements Conspire,’ is about the earth awaiting the message that water and fire are at peace. These elements have marked my life too: once I lost everything when my studio was gutted in a fire during the militancy period; this time I wonder whether the floodwater will spare me.”

September 15, 10 pm: There is a call from Masood: “I made it to Jawahar Nagar today. From Nawpora I reached Lal Mandi where it took me four hours to design a raft that would not sink; there is still no administration in sight. We made a raft out of stray wooden planks. Underneath it we added a layer of thermocol taken from empty LCD TV cartons, and empty water bottles, tying everything up with a ragged cloth banner. It worked and I reached home. The seven paintings are safe. Tomorrow I shall go to meet my daughters.” The phone connection breaks but for once there is no irritation, only a feeling of exultation.

At 8.30 am on September 16, there is a brief text message from Masood completing the broken thread of previous night’s call: Lost everything except the seven paintings.

source: http://www.m.firstpost.com / FirstPost. / Home / by Chitra Padmanabhan / September 21st, 2014

Lateef & his friends to be rewarded for handing over Rs 25 lakh of ATM

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Hyderabad :

For a student who went for 200 rupees transaction, he was dispensed by the ATM machine a total mind-blowing sum of 26 lakhs. For withdrawing the money a student named Lateef went to an ATM along with his friends to SBH ATM on Friday night.

After getting caught in between a bizarre scenario, they decided to inform the bank authorities through the toll free number, but when the bank authorities told them that it was not under jurisdiction, they dialled 100. Later the police arrived and took the cash into their custody.

According to S R Nagar police, the incident happened due to the negligence of the Bank employees. They have also decided to hand over letter of appreciation from the police department for the three youngsters Lateef (22) Durga Prasad (22) and Shiva Prasad (23), all are resident of Mahabubnagar. “We shall be rewarding them with appreciation letter from higher police officials”, Sub Inspector Ajay said. (INN)

source: http://www.siasat.com / The Siasat Daily / Home> Top Stories / Saturday – September 20th, 2014

The Husain on the wall

The wall of the Azad Hind Dhaba in Kolkata adorned with M.F. Husain’s Gaja Gamini. Photo: SUSHANTA PATRONOBISH
The wall of the Azad Hind Dhaba in Kolkata adorned with M.F. Husain’s Gaja Gamini. Photo: SUSHANTA PATRONOBISH

The now-famous painting, titled Gaja Gamini (one with a walk like an elephant), depicts a dancing woman, in a bright red background, while a white elephant looks on with its trunk held aloft

The memory of seeing M.F. Husain colouring one of his sketches back in 1999 is still fresh in the mind of Madan Sharma, one of the owners of Azad Hind Dhaba, a popular eatery in south Kolkata.

One fine afternoon years back, Mr. Husain walked into the dhaba, which he frequented during his visits here, and all of a sudden started adding colour to the black and white sketch on the wall that he had drawn three years before.

“The experience made me speechless,” Mr. Sharma said, on the eve of the 99th birth anniversary of the iconic painter.

The now-famous painting, titled Gaja Gamini (one with a walk like an elephant), depicts a dancing woman, in a bright red background, while a white elephant looks on with its trunk held aloft. Mr. Husain arranged a private show of his film Gaja Gamini at Azad Hind in 1999.

Sitting at the cash counter with the painting behind him, Mr. Sharma fondly recalled his memories of the famous artist. He remembers Mr. Husain as a “moody and humble person” who would come to the restaurant and sit quietly in one corner sipping his favourite “kadak chai [strong tea].”

“He did not talk much. But sometimes told me what kind of food he wants,” Mr. Sharma said. He was initially apprehensive of talking to an artist of Mr. Husain’s calibre, but eventually they became friends. “Mr. Husain could mingle with adults and children with equal ease. He was totally devoid of arrogance.” Whenever schoolchildren spotted him at the eatery, they flocked to him and asked for autographs. The world-famous painter complied with their demands with a smile and even drew them impromptu sketches.

When asked about the controversy that erupted in 2006 over Mr. Husain’s depiction of Hindu gods and goddesses, Mr. Sharma said the thought of removing the painting never entered his mind. “Nobody asked me to remove the painting even when the controversy erupted.”

Mr. Husain eventually had to leave the country under pressure from Hindu nationalist forces. He passed away in London in August 2011.

Meanwhile, the dancing woman with an elephant walk lives on happily on the central wall of Azad Hind Dhaba, in the company of numerous Hindu gods and goddesses.

source: http://www.thehindu.com / The Hindu / Home> Features> Friday Review> Art / by Soumya Das / Kolkata – September 17th, 2014

From berry to brew…

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Coffee was once a closely guarded Arabian secret until Baba Budan, a Sufi mystic, smuggled seven beans from Yemen and scattered them on the hills of Chikmagalur, from where it spread to the rest of India…Anurag Mallick and Priya Ganapathy spill the beans on the story of coffee, the world’s most popular brew.

It was Napoleon Bonaparte who once grandly announced, “I would rather suffer with coffee than be senseless.” Sir James MacKintosh, 18th century philosopher, famously said, “The powers of a man’s mind are directly proportional to the quantity of coffee he drank.” In The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock, when T S Eliot revealed, “I have measured out my life with coffee spoons,” he hinted at the monotony of socialising and the coffee mania of the 1900s. German musical genius J S Bach composed the ‘Coffee Cantata’ celebrating the delights of coffee at a time when the brew was prohibited for women.

“If I couldn’t, three times a day, be allowed to drink my little cup of coffee, in my anguish I will turn into a shriveled-up roast goat,” cried the female protagonist! French author Honoré de Balzac wrote the essay ‘The Pleasures and Pains of Coffee’ to explain his obsession, before dying of caffeine poisoning at 51. Like Voltaire, he supposedly drank 50 cups a day! So, what was it about coffee that inspired poets, musicians and statesmen alike?

Out of Africa

Long before coffee houses around the world resounded with intellectual debate, business deals and schmoozing, the ancestors of the nomadic Galla warrior tribes of Ethiopia had been gathering ripe coffee berries, grinding them into a pulp, mixing it with animal fat and rolling them into small balls that were stored in leather bags and consumed during war parties as a convenient solution to hunger and exhaustion! Wine merchant and scientific explorer James Bruce wrote in his book Travels to Discover the Source of the Nile that “One of these balls they (the Gallas) claim will support them for a whole day… better than a loaf of bread or a meal of meat, because it cheers their spirits as well as feeds them”. Other African tribes cooked the berries as porridge or drank a wine prepared from the fermented fruit and skin blended in cold water.

Historically, the origins of the coffee bean, though undated, lie in the indigenous trees that once grew wild in the Ethiopian highlands of East Africa. Stories of its invigorating qualities began to waft in the winds of trade towards Egypt, North Africa, the Middle East, Persia and Turkey by the 16th Century. The chronicles of Venetian traveller Gianfrancesco Morosini at the coffee houses of Constantinople in 1585 provided Europeans with one of the foremost written records of coffee drinking. He noted how the people ‘are in the habit of drinking in public in shops and in the streets — a black liquid, boiling as they can stand it, which is extracted from a seed they call Caveè… and is said to have the property of keeping a man awake.’

It was only a matter of time before the exotic flavours of this intoxicating beverage captured the imagination of Europe, prompting colonial powers like the Dutch, French and the British to spread its cultivation in the East Indies and the Americas. Enterprising Dutch traders explored coffee cultivation and trading way back in 1614 and two years later, a coffee plant was smuggled from Mocha to Holland. By 1658, the Dutch commenced coffee cultivation in Ceylon (Sri Lanka). The word ‘coffee’ is apparently derived from qahwah (or kahveh in Turkish), the Arabic term for wine. Both the terms bear uncanny similarity to present day expressions — French café, Italian caffè, English coffee, Dutch koffie or even our very own South Indian kaapi. A few scholars attribute ‘coffee’ to its African origins and the town of Kaffa in Ethiopia, formerly known as Abyssinia. However, the plant owes its name “Coffea Arabica” to Arabia, for it was the Arabs who introduced it to the rest of the world via trade.

As all stories of good brews go, coffee too was discovered by accident. Legends recount how sometime around the 6th or 7th century, Kaldi, an Ethiopian goatherd, observed that his goats became rather spirited and pranced after they chewed on some red berries growing in wild bushes. He tried a few berries and felt a similar euphoria. Excited by its effects, Kaldi clutched a handful of berries and ran to a nearby monastery to share his discovery with a monk. When the monk pooh-poohed its benefits and flung the berries into the fire, an irresistible intense aroma rose from the flames. The roasted beans were quickly salvaged from the embers, powdered and stirred in hot water to yield the first cup of pure coffee! This story finds mention in what is considered to be one of the earliest treatises on coffee, De Saluberrima Cahue seu Café nuncupata Discurscus, written by Antoine Faustus Nairon, a Roman professor of Oriental languages, published in 1671.

Flavours from Arabia

Coffee drinking has also been documented in the Sufi monasteries of Yemen in South Arabia. Arabic manuscripts dating back to the 10th Century mention the use of coffee. Mocha, the main port city of Yemen, was a major marketplace for coffee in the 15th century. Even today, the term ‘mocha’ is synonymous with good coffee. Like tea and cocoa, coffee was a precious commodity that brought in plenty of revenue. Hence, it remained a closely guarded secret in the Arab world. The berries were forbidden to leave the country unless they had been steeped in boiling water or scorched to prevent its germination on other lands.

In 1453, the Ottoman Turks brought coffee to Constantinople, and the world’s first coffee shop Kiva Han opened for business. As its popularity grew, coffee also faced other threats. The psychoactive and intoxicating effects of caffeine lured menfolk to spend hours at public coffee houses drinking the brew and smoking hookahs, which incited the wrath of orthodox imams of Mecca and Cairo. As per sharia law, a ban was imposed on coffee consumption in 1511. The Grand Mufti Mehmet Ebussuud el Imadi was hailed when he issued a fatwa allowing the consumption of coffee, by order of the Ottoman Turkish Sultan Selim I in 1524.

Though subsequent bans were re-imposed and lifted at various points of time according to the whims of religious politics and power, coffee pots managed to stay constantly on the boil in secret, or in the open, for those desirous of its potent influence. Given the fact that Sufi saints advocated its uses in night-time devotions and dervishes and Pope Clement VIII even baptised the bean to ward off the ill-effects of what was regarded by the Vatican as ‘Satan’s drink’ and the ‘Devil’s Mixture of the Islamic Infidels’ till the 1500s, it is easy to see why coffee is nothing short of a religion to some people.

Coffee enters India & beyond

Surprisingly, India’s saga with coffee began in 1670 when a Muslim mystic, Hazrat Dada Hyat Mir Qalandar, popularly known as Baba Budan, smuggled seven beans from Arabia and planted them on a hillock in the Chikmagalur district of Karnataka. The hills were later named Baba Budan Giri in his memory. From here, coffee spread like bushfire across the hilly tracts of South India.

In 1696, Adrian van Ommen, the Commander at Malabar, followed orders from Amsterdam and sent off a shipment of coffee plants from Kannur to the island of Java. The plants did not survive due to an earthquake and flood but the Dutch pursued their dream of growing coffee in the East Indies with another import from Malabar. In 1706, the Dutch succeeded and sent the first samples of Java coffee to Amsterdam’s botanical gardens from where it made further inroads into private conservatories across Europe. Not wishing to be left behind, the French began negotiating with Amsterdam to lay their hands on a coffee tree that could change their fortunes. In 1714, a plant was sent to Louis XIV who gave it promptly to the Jardin des Plantes at Paris for experimentation. The same tree became the propagator of most of the coffees in the French colonies, including those of South America, Central America and Mexico.

The importance of coffee in everyday life can be gauged by the fact that its yield forms the economic mainstay of several countries across the world; its monetary worth among natural commodities beaten only by oil! It was only in 1840 that the British got into coffee cultivation in India and spread it beyond the domain of the Baba Budan hills.

Arabica vs Robusta

Kodagu and Chikmagalur are undoubtedly the best places to know your Arabica from your Robusta and any planter worth his beans will trace coffee’s glorious history with pride. The strain that Baba Budan got was Coffea arabica and because of its arid origins, it thrived on late rainfall. Despite its rich taste and pleasing aroma, the effort required to cultivate it dented its popularity. The high-altitude shrub required a lot of tending, was susceptible to pests, and ripe Arabica cherries tended to fall off and rot. Careful monitoring at regular intervals affected production cost and profitability.

Till 1850, Arabica was the most sought-after coffee bean in the world and the discovery of Robusta in Belgian Congo did little to change that. Robusta (Coffea canephora), recognised as a species of coffee only as recently as 1897, lived up to its name. Its broad leaves handled heavy rainfall much better and the robust plant was more disease-resistant. The cherries required less care as they remained on the tree even after ripening. Its beans had twice the caffeine of Arabica, though less flavour, which was no match for the intense Arabica. It was perceived as so bland that the New York Coffee Exchange banned Robusta trade in 1912, calling it ‘a practically worthless bean’!

But in today’s new market economy, the inexpensive Robusta makes more commercial sense and is favoured for its good blending quality. Chicory, a root extract, was an additive that was introduced during the Great Depression to combat economic crisis that affected coffee. It added more body to the coffee grounds and enhanced the taste of coffee with a dash of bitterness. Though over 30 species of coffee are found in the world, Arabica and Robusta constitute the major chunk of commercial beans in the world. ‘Filter kaapi’ or coffee blended with chicory holds a huge chunk of the Indian market. Plantations started with Arabica, toyed with Liberica, experimented with monkey parchment and even Civet Cat coffee (like the Indonesian Luwak Kopi — the finest berries eaten by the civet cat that acquire a unique flavour after passing through its intestinal tract), but the bulk of India’s coffee is Robusta.

As the coffee beans found their way from the hilly slopes of the Western Ghats to the ports on India’s Western Coast to be shipped to Europe, a strange thing happened. While being transported by sea during the monsoon months, the humidity and winds caused the green coffee beans to ripen to a pale yellow. The beans would swell up and lose the original acidity, resulting in a smooth brew that was milder. This characteristic mellowing was called ‘monsooning’. And thus was born Monsooned Malabar Coffee.

Kodagu, India’s Coffee County

Currently, Coorg is the largest coffee-growing district in India, and contributes 80% of Karnataka’s coffee export. It was Captain Lehardy, first Superintendent of Kodagu, who was responsible for promoting coffee cultivation in Coorg. Jungles were cleared and coffee plantations were started. In 1854, Mr Fowler, the first European planter to set foot in Coorg, started the first estate in Madikeri, followed by Mr Fennel’s Wooligoly Estate near Sunticoppa. The next year, one more estate in Madikeri was set up by Mr Mann. In 1856, Mr Maxwell and Mcpherson followed, with the Balecadoo estate. Soon, 70,000 acres of land had been planted with coffee. A Planters Association came into existence as early as 1863, which even proposed starting a Tonga Dak Company for communication. By 1870, there were 134 British-owned estates in Kodagu.

Braving ghat roads, torrid monsoons, wild elephants, bloodthirsty leeches, hard plantation life and diseases like malaria, many English planters made Coorg their temporary home. Perhaps no account of Coorg can be complete without mentioning Ivor Bull. Along with District Magistrate Dewan Bahadur Ketolira Chengappa, the enterprising English planter helped set up the Indian Coffee Cess Committee in 1920s and enabled all British-run estates to form a private consortium called Consolidated Coffee. In 1936, the Indian Cess Committee aided the creation of the Indian Coffee Board and sparked the birth of the celebrated India Coffee House chain, later run by worker co-operatives. With its liveried staff and old world charm, it spawned a coffee revolution across the subcontinent that has lasted for decades.

Connoisseurs say Coorg’s shade grown coffee has the perfect aroma; others ascribe its unique taste to the climatic conditions and a phenomenon called Blossom Showers, the light rain in April that triggers the flowering of plants. The burst of snowy white coffee blossoms rends the air thick with a sensual jasmine-like fragrance. Soon, they sprout into green berries that turn ruby red and finally dark maroon when fully ripe. This is followed by the coffee-picking season where farm hands pluck the berries, sort them and measure the sacks at the end of the day under the watchful eye of the estate manager.

The berries are dried in the sun till their outer layers wither away; coffee in this form is called ‘native’ or parchment. The red berries are taken to a Pulp House, usually near a water source, where they are pulped. After the curing process, the coffee bean is roasted and ground and eventually makes its journey to its final destination — a steaming cup of bittersweet brew that you hold in your hands.

The ‘kaapi’ trail

In India, coffee cultivation is concentrated around the Western Ghats, which forms the lifeline for this shrub. The districts of Coorg, Chikmagalur and Hassan in Karnataka, the Malabar region of Kerala, and the hill slopes of Nilgiris, Yercaud, Valparai and Kodaikanal in Tamil Nadu account for the bulk of India’s coffee produce. With 3,20,000 MT each year, India is the 6th largest coffee producer in the world.

Recent initiatives to increase coffee consumption in the international and domestic market prompted the Coffee Board, the Bangalore International Airport and tour operator Thomas Cook to come together and organize coffee festivals and unique holiday packages like The Kaapi Trail to showcase premium coffees of South India. Coffee growing regions like Coorg, Chikmagalur, B R Hills, Araku Valley, Nilgiris, Shevaroy Hills, Travancore, Nelliyampathy and Palani Hills are involved in a tourism project that blends leisure, adventure, heritage and plantation life.

At the Coffee Museum in Chikmagalur, visitors can trace the entire lifecycle of coffee from berry to cup. In Coorg and Malnad, besides homestays, go on Coffee Estate holidays with Tata’s Plantation Trails at lovely bungalows like Arabidacool, Woshully and Thaneerhulla…
The perfect cuppa

Making a good cup of filter coffee traditionally involves loading freshly ground coffee in the upper perforated section of a coffee filter. About 2 tbs heaps can serve 6 cups. Hot water is poured over the stemmed disc and the lid is covered and left to stand. The decoction collected through a natural dripping process takes about 45 minutes and gradually releases the coffee oils and soluble coffee compounds. South Indian brews are stronger than the Western drip-style coffee because of the chicory content. Mix 2-3 tbs of decoction with sugar, add hot milk to the whole mixture and blend it by pouring it back and forth between two containers to aerate the brew.

Some places and brands of coffee have etched a name for themselves in the world of coffee for the manner in which coffee is made. The strength of South Indian Filter coffee or kaapi (traditionally served in a tumbler and bowl to cool it down), the purity of Kumbakonam Degree Coffee, the skill of local baristas in preparing Ribbon or Metre coffee by stretching the stream of coffee between two containers without spilling a drop… have all contributed to the evolution of coffee preparation into an art form.

With coffee bars and cafes flooding the market and big names like Starbucks, Costa, Barista, Gloria Jean’s, The Coffee Bean, Tim Horton’s and Café Coffee Day filling the lanes and malls in India along with local coffee joints like Hatti Kaapi jostling for space, it’s hard to escape the tantalising aroma of freshly brewed coffee. And to add more drama to the complexities of coffee, you can choose from a host of speciality coffees from your backyard — Indian Kathlekhan Superior and Mysore Nuggets Extra Bold, or faraway lands — Irish coffee and cappuccino (from the colour of the cloaks of the Capuchin monks in Italy) or Costa Rican Tarrazu, Colombian Supremo, Ethiopian Sidamo and Guatemala Antigua. And you can customise it as espresso, latte, mocha, mochachino, macchiato, decaf… Coffee is just not the same simple thing that the dancing goats of Ethiopia once enjoyed.

source: http://www.deccanherald.com / Deccan Herald / Home> Supplements> Sunday Herald / September 21st, 2014

Urs-e-Sherieff of Tipu Sultan

Mysore, Karnataka :

The 222nd Urs-e-Sherieff of Hazrath Tipu Sultan Shaheed (RA) will be celebrated at Gumbad-e-Shahi, Ganjam, Srirangapatna, on Sept. 24 and 25.

The Sandal procession will start at Masjid-e-Ala, Srirangapatna at 3 pm on Sept. 24 and reaches Gumbad-e-Shahi, Ganjam, at 6 pm.

A special programme on Urs will start at 7 pm on Sept. 24 and will continue till next day morning (Sept. 25).

source: http://www.starofmysore.com / Star of Mysore / Home> In Brief  / September 15th,  2014

Dilip Kumar’s autobiography reveals his journey from Peshawar to Bombay

Book: The Substance and the Shadow: An Autobiography
Author: Dilip Kumar
Publisher: Hay House
Pages: 450
Price: Rs 699

In 1998, soon after he had received the Nishan-e-Imtiaz award from Pakistan, I managed to see Dilip Kumar in person for the first time.

There were demonstrations outside his house by the Shiv Sena, which was protesting the award. He was the soul of charm. I had gone to propose a book about his films. He was not ready to commit but he did talk about his early life in Peshawar, coming to Bombay, his sojourn away from his family to make a living in Pune, where he succeeded in amassing a small fortune of Rs 5,000 by saving his profits.

All that is recorded in this book, besides much more.

At the time, no one could imagine that the man, so open in private conversation about himself  but so reticent in public, would ever write his autobiography. But now we have the authentic thing, and it is a treasure trove. It is Dilip Kumar’s voice, faithfully recorded by Udayatara Nayar, who has done a great job.

The first few chapters tell us of his childhood in Peshawar. He was a lonely child and fell back then, as ever since, on his inner resources. The large joint family with his grandmother, parents and uncles is depicted well in the book as is Peshawar of the 1920s and 1930s. Soon after, the family moved to Bombay.

Dilip Kumar tells us about his school and college days, his fondness for football and how his friend Raj Kapoor told him he could make it in films, as he (Kapoor) was going to. But Dilip Kumar showed no aptitude for acting. Chance took him to Bombay Talkies and Devika Rani. The rest is history. He was helped along by Ashok Kumar and Shashadhar Mukherjee, who were pillars of Bombay Talkies.

There is a lot here about how Dilip Kumar learnt to act. Nitin Bose tells him early on in his career that acting in films is about emoting, often without dialogue. He tells us he never followed “method” acting. But for each part, he went deep into the persona of the character he was playing, and tried to become that person.

Dilip Kumar has played urban and rural roles, tragedies and comedies. He also grew as an actor from role to role. Take three films in which he plays a villager :  Mela (1948), Naya Daur (1957) and Ganga Jamuna (1961) and you see the depth and range of emotions growing, until the death scene in Ganga Jamuna, one of the best in Hindi cinema.

The tragic roles  in his early career drove him to depression. He decided to consult a Harley Street specialist and was advised to switch to  sunnier roles. So he took on positive roles such as Azaad (1955).  He still had to do Devdas (1955) for Bimal Roy which has the classic tragic hero.

The autobiography also tells us about Saira Banu, a determined young woman, who wanted to marry him and succeeded. Saira Banu has been a key to his longevity. If he is still with us (and long may he be so)  while his contemporaries  have gone, it is thanks to the care and attention he has received from Saira Banu. There are many stars, but there is only one actor — Dilip Kumar.

Meghnad Desai is an MP, House of Lords

source: http://www.indianexpress.com / The Indian Express / Home> LifeStyle> Books> Book Review / by Meghnad Desai / August 23rd, 2014

Sania Mirza, Cara Black triumph in Tokyo

Maintaining her rich vein of form in the current season, Indian tennis ace Sania Mirza and her partner Cara Black successfully defended their Tokyo Open title. Photo: AFP/ File
Maintaining her rich vein of form in the current season, Indian tennis ace Sania Mirza and her partner Cara Black successfully defended their Tokyo Open title. Photo: AFP/ File

Tokyo: 

Maintaining her rich vein of form in the current season, Indian tennis ace Sania Mirza and her Zimbabwean partner Cara Black today bagged the women’s doubles title at the WTA Toray Pacific Open with a 6-2 7-5 victory over Spain’s Garbine Muguruza and Carla Suarez Navarro.

With the win, Sania and Cara have successfully defended their Tokyo Open title, which is a USD 1 million event.

For Sania, it will be icing on the cake after her US Open mixed doubles triumph with Brazilian partner Bruno Soares. She would now spearhead the nation’s challenge at the Incheon Asian Games in what will be a depleted tennis contingent in the absence of Leander Paes, Rohan Bopanna and Somdev Devvarman.

Sania, will either pair with left-handed Divij Sharan or big-serving Saketh Myneni in the mixed doubles event, where India have a genuine chance of winning a medal.

In the final today, Sania-Cara pair took just an hour and 15 minutes to dispose off the Spanish challenge as their opponents were no match for them. The Indo-Zimbabwean pair had a greater percentage (73%) of points won on first serve while they broke their opponents seven times in the match.

source: http://www.deccanchronicle.com / Deccan Chronicle / Home> Sports> Tennis / PTI / September 20th, 2014

Noted advocate Mohammed Osman Shaheed to be felicitated

Hyderabad :

Noted advocate of Hyderabad orator and writer Alhaj Mohammed Osman Shaheed advocate will be felicitated on the occasion of completion of 42 years of his service and his remarkable success in two major cases.

The felicitation function will be held on September 26, after Maghrib prayers, at Urdu Ghar, Moghalpura. Nawab Zahed Ali Khan editor Siasat will preside over. Later Osman Shaheed will be weighed against coins. A mushaira will also be conducted.

Siasat news

source: http://www.siasat.com / The Siasat Daily / Home> Hyderabad / Saturday – September 20th, 2014