The Potato filling: Boil up some potatoes Maris Pipers or King Edwards are best. Mash them up and mix VERY finely chopped onions (or spring onions), green chillies, ground (not powdered) coriander seeds, some turmeric powder, red chilli powder, amchur, ajwain, a pinch or two of garam masala, finely chopped coriander leaves - stems and all, garlic and ginger paste, some ground black pepper and of course, namak-shamak (salt!).
Monday, 27 April 2020
Double Decker Bread Pakodas
The Potato filling: Boil up some potatoes Maris Pipers or King Edwards are best. Mash them up and mix VERY finely chopped onions (or spring onions), green chillies, ground (not powdered) coriander seeds, some turmeric powder, red chilli powder, amchur, ajwain, a pinch or two of garam masala, finely chopped coriander leaves - stems and all, garlic and ginger paste, some ground black pepper and of course, namak-shamak (salt!).
Saturday, 25 April 2020
Stupid is with me; I'm not with Stupid
Thursday, 23 April 2020
Boxitecture
Monday, 20 April 2020
Chicken, Broccoli & Mushroom Stir Fry
Saturday, 18 April 2020
Money, Money, Money!
Thursday, 9 April 2020
Fusion Food
Sunday, 5 April 2020
Where do we go from here, Sir Keir?
Saturday, 21 March 2020
Lockdown Roast Baby Chicken
Monday, 16 March 2020
The Joker Was Right
Friday, 13 March 2020
Handwashing Tunes
Saturday, 29 February 2020
Thursday, 27 February 2020
The Racists & the Coconuts of Brexit
Almost four years after our decision to leave the European Union and the rhetoric that preceded and then followed it, if you’re one of those who still believes that voting to leave was only, or mainly, because of racism then stop reading this. It’s pointless. You won't be swayed either way.
Cries of racism and all the mudslinging over our decision to leave the EU is getting tiresome now. I was in my late thirties when I voted to leave the EU but the bile continues nearly four years later, so here’s some context…
I was born and bred in South London to Indian immigrants. At 6 years old I was repeatedly called a Paki at school. My grandfather said it meant that the other kids were just ignorant but it bothered me because of the way it was said more so than the word itself.
Racism took on a whole new meaning when the BNP opened a bookshop nearby and skinheads started marching along our road. Occasionally, we got messages to stay indoors on certain days. When I heard voices yelling 'Pakis out' as they went past our house it didn’t mean much at first.
The skinheads’ marches got more violent with cars and houses being damaged. We barricaded ourselves in the back room with me under the table (usually with my baby brother on my lap) hoping that we wouldn’t hear the sound of glass smashing or the door being kicked in. Our window was smashed once and we just replaced it. The second time round we couldn’t afford to get it fixed so it was patched up for weeks. Dad and grandad took turns to sleep on the sofa to make sure nobody got in. That’s when I felt the real terror of racism.
I remember a day when Mrs Reeves next door dragged me into her house and passed me to my grandmother over the garden fence. The skinheads were on the move and it was home time for the Saturday workers in our family. We were terrified for their safety.
I remember my uncle running into the house a few times. Skinheads used to chase him with lumps of wood full of rusty nails. They hung around at the bottom of the road. He used to finish work at 4pm but often came home late. He’d just wander around in the cold until they left.
A few years later a friend in my class at secondary school came in and told us his cousin Rohit was murdered in a racist attack. A few months later, there was another murder of another Indian lad. I remember all communities coming together to organise anti racism rallies.
A few years later at college, Stephen Lawrence had been playing pool one morning. That was the last I saw of him. We were called in to the Student Union that week and told he had been murdered the previous night. Suddenly, we were back to where we began. The terror was back.
Life went on after that and, apart from the odd idiot, things got better. Racism started to become a non issue. The odd bit of workplace hassle was a doddle to deal with compared to the atrocities of the past.
It now grates me when I hear people race-baiting or using racism for political purposes. People in positions of influence should understand the divisions they’re recreating – divisions that were long eliminated as a result of actual loss of blood and the sheer hard work of many.
Racism does exist. Of course it does. Sadly, it’s becoming harder to stamp out because so many people are too busy muffling out the voices of real victims with their fake allegations and outrage. They see racism everywhere and in everything.
The UK has become one of the most tolerant and welcoming countries in the world. When fake slurs are hurled just because people voted a certain way, it starts to become a very dangerous game. To what end? What do people now hope to achieve by all this except to cause division?
I got so fed up with all the Uncle Tom and Coconut slurs just because I was vocal in my support for Brexit. For all the reasons in this write up, every slur was another wound on an already deep scar. People really ought to be kind and think about their words more carefully. Of course there were racists who voted for Brexit but, in a democracy, even horrible people can vote. Just look at the behavior of some Remainers!
I don’t think Brexit has caused hatred. I think it has exposed bile that was already there – on BOTH sides - BUT, it was dying a natural death as it was being stifled of oxygen by so many who have worked so hard over the years. What is happening today is the reopening the wounds of the past, breathing new life into the beast, exposing a whole new generation to the ugliness of the past. This has to stop. We’re fellow citizens and a divided country can never prosper. Is that what those who seek continued divisions actually want? Perhaps they do.
I’ve got caught up in the bitterness. I’m only human. I began to hate people for the way they were behaving too. But this all MUST stop. We’re all responsible for our own actions. Brexit has happened and we all have to let the hatred go now. It’ll just consume us all otherwise.
It’s hard to extend your hand in friendship when you know it’ll just get bitten off, but we must. We've got to start taking positive steps towards creating a better post-Brexit outcome because, whether you voted to leave or remain, the outcomes will affect us all.
I want Britain to succeed, but this depends on how we choose to move on. If we can't get past the cries of racism then we'll never deal with all the other ills in society. We'll just recreate the divisions of the past, and that is a very dangerous game to play.
Sunday, 16 February 2020
Panem et circenses
Thursday, 6 February 2020
Under The Sensory Overload
Friday, 31 January 2020
31st January, 2020
Saturday, 28 December 2019
Qaraar-é-Panjshanbé
If you take anything with you into the new year, take this:
"Qaraar-é-Panjshanbé" is a short film by 20-year old Iranian film-maker Syed Raza Khardmand. The film was recently given an award at the Luxor Film Festival.
"Qaraar-é-Panjshanbé", loosely translated, means "Thursday's appointment" and refers to a common Persian practice of visiting the cemetery and offering prayers for departed loved ones on Thursdays, it being the weekend. Visitors often take dried fruits such as dates and share them with others at the cemetery.
I couldn't find a subtitled version of this film, but then it really doesn't need any.
For those intrigued by the verse recited by the gentleman in the video, it is from a ghazal by Khwaja Shams-ud-Din Muḥammad Ḥafeẓ-é-Shirazi, better known simply as Hafez - Iran's most celebrated poet.
Again, translated liberally, my Farsi is a tad rusty; the verse goes...
"If that Shirazi Turk takes my heart in her hand
I would trade Samarqand and Bukhara for her little mole
Oh saaqi! Give me that eternal wine for in Paradise
You'll never find the banks of Roknabad and the gardens of Mosalla"
Some notes:
Shirazi = from Shiraz in Iran. Hafez himself was born and lived all his life in Shiraz, the region once famed for the wine that bears its name.
Samarqand & Bukhara are historic places in modern day Uzbekistan known for their picturesque beauty.
Saaqi = Wine Bearer or if you like, Bartender.
Monday, 23 December 2019
Grime, slime
Wednesday, 18 December 2019
Wrapping up 2019
Tuesday, 3 December 2019
Coriander, Dhaniya, Cilantro
Thursday, 28 November 2019
Labour Antisemitism, Conservative Islamophobia and LibDem Maajid Nawaz
Big Brother. For Real.
Pink eyelash curler in hand, Feroza begins her clever click-and-switch video innocently: “Hi, guys. I’m going to teach you guys how to get long lashes.”
After a few seconds, she asks viewers to put down their curlers. “Use your phone that you’re using right now to search up what’s happening in China, how they’re getting concentration camps, throwing innocent Muslims in there, separating their families from each other, kidnapping them, murduring them, raping them, forcing them to eat pork, forcing them to drink, forcing them to convert different religions, if not, or else, they're gonna, of course, get murdured, people that go into these concentration camps, they'll come back alive. This is another holocaust, yet no one is talking about it. Please be aware, please spread awareness."
TikTok has suspended Feroza's
account after she posted the clip.
The widespread fear that the owner of TikTok, Chinese social media giant ByteDance, censors or punishes videos that China’s government might not like is very real.
In recent months, United States lawmakers have expressed concerns that TikTok censors video content at Beijing’s behest and shares user data with the Chinese authorities. China’s communist government rigidly controls the internet within the nation’s borders. It exerts influence over the activities of private businesses.
The concern is that, when companies like ByteDance and the telecom equipment maker Huawei expand overseas, Beijing’s long arm follows them.
China would certainly prefer that the world did not talk about its clampdown on Muslims. Over the past few years, the Chinese government has corralled as many as one million ethnic Uighurs, Kazakhs and others into internment camps and prisons.
Internal Communist party documents reported by The Times this month provided an inside glimpse at the crackdown and confirmed its coercive nature.
The US Secretary of State Mike Pompeo, recently said at a news conference in Washington that the documents showed “brutal detention and systematic repression” of Uighurs and called on China to immediately release those who were detained.
This is what a big government does, this is what happens when you cede power. The benign wedge that is socialism is just a step towards mission creep into authoritarian communism.
In the words of Feroza Aziz, "Please be aware, please spread awareness."
Tuesday, 26 November 2019
Education or Indoctrination?
Wednesday, 13 November 2019
An Open Letter to Greta Thunberg
Monday, 11 November 2019
Could this be our Berlin Wall moment?
Friday, 8 November 2019
Divide & Rule, 2019
Monday, 4 November 2019
Doomsday Porn
Saturday, 2 November 2019
Spare The Rod, Embrace The Blasphemer
Tuesday, 29 October 2019
Vote Brexit Vote Diversity
Wednesday, 16 October 2019
Would you like cashback with that?
Saturday, 12 October 2019
Greta snubbed, say the snobs
Reportage this week: "Greta Thunberg snubbed for Nobel Peace Prize by committee run by Norway, one of the world's biggest oil and natural gas exporters."
Snubbed? Give me a break!
Funny how Norway weren't "one of the world's biggest oil and natural gas exporters" when they awarded it to IPCC and Al Gore.
Besides, can anyone name any other country in the world that has adopted more climate change mitigation technologies and solutions than Norway?
People are actually disappointed that an upper-class white teenage girl who helps instigate mass hysteria was robbed of a Nobel Peace Prize in favour of an African black leader who, in less than two years of being Prime Minister, ended a 20-year war, bringing actual peace in a region crawling with machete weilding brigands.
Wokism has gone full circle, like a snake eating its tail.
Wednesday, 9 October 2019
The Squatter MPs
So, this is how liberty dies - with thunderous applause
The youth in Hong Kong are braving tear gas, batons, and live ammunition for democracy, and the youth of Britain are painting their faces blue and blocking streets in a desperate bid to give theirs away.
Strange times.
Regurgitating Racial Epithets, Dhesi Style
I last heard the term 'towel-head' some 37 years ago, in school, that too in a gentle ribbing by a friend.
I mean, what kind of 1980s moron says 'towel-head' anymore?
Or so I thought. I heard it again just 4 days ago from a rabid remainer, who colourfully embellished it as "towel-headed useful idiot".
I know Tan Dhesi is thrilled at his rousing act in parliament, and that it's gone viral all over Facebook and Whatsapp.
Thanks to him though, a whole new generation has been introduced to a hitherto extinct racial epithet.
It just set us Sikhs in the UK back by several decades.
Just what we need - Palpatine
With all the names being lobbed about for a caretaker Prime Minister, we'd do well to remember the last time a socialist was given "temporary" executive control of his country to overcome a political crisis.
It was in 1933, and his name was Adolf Hitler.
Set Your Monkey Free
Dear Extinction Rebellion
You know, when I was little, a milkman would come round in the morning to deliver milk from a steel cannister into whatever utensil we needed it in, usually a steel pan, which would go straight onto the hob for boiling before being put away into the fridge. My mum would skim off the cream for me to enjoy later.
We used to buy a crate of 24 glass Coca Cola bottles from the shop, and return them when empty, in exchange for refills.
We'd buy cheese and yoghurt in little clay pots, and a guy would deliver fresh grapes, also in sealed earthen pots.
Coffee or tea to go was never a thing. We'd get it in little glasses, made of well, glass.
Grocery shopping was almost always packed in brown paper bags, and sometimes in jute tote bags and wicker baskets which we'd use till they fell apart. We'd buy meat, chicken and fish from the local butcher or fish market, having it cut just the way we wanted it. No one trusted pre-cut and pre-packaged meat.
We'd darn socks, sew buttons on, and wear clothes till they were completely knackered and faded within an inch of their lives.
And we'd cycle pretty much everywhere. And walk to school.
I'm not talking of some idyllic bygone era - this was a mere 25-30 years ago. Pretty much everyone over the age of 40 remembers this.
So before you glue yourselves to pavements and offices and spray buildings with beetroot juice (which WE will have to clean up), block the streets with your LSDesque hippie protests through interpretive dance and prevent poor folk from going to to work so they can feed their families, you might want to remember, it isn't us that clogged the drains, pissed into the rivers and shat in the oceans.
It's you lot. It's all your fault. Just go home. Go home and look on your sins.