Showing posts with label Sambalpur. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sambalpur. Show all posts

Nuakhai Juhaar and Sambalpuri Aamil

 

Nuakhai Juhaar and Sambalpuri Aamil

Nuakhai is celebrated with festive fervour in western Odisha and by migrants therefrom in several towns and cities of India and the world. Ma Samlei, a manifestation of Devi and the presiding deity of Sambalpur, is worshipped after which the entire extended family meets at the family patriarch’s home to partake the prasad and the lavish vegetarian meal- arua rice, moong dal, aamil, tarkari, bhaja, manda pitha, mugabara, and khiri.

After the hearty meal, it is time for Nuakhai Bhetghat. Younger ones offer their salutations to elders who shower their blessings; past rivalries and animosities are forgiven and forgotten as warm greetings are exchanged by one and all. It is a day of rejoicing for the family and the community. 



In the afternoon, when dhols boom on the village streets or in an open ground, young people break into joyous dance and song.

Nuakhai is now celebrated the day after Ganesh Chaturthi, on Bhadrapada Shukla Panchami. It is a kind of advance thanksgiving to Mahalakshmi to bless the farmers with an abundant crop, and all homes with enough food during the coming year.

Kharif paddy is the primary crop in western Odisha, and rice the staple food. However, paddy is ripe for harvest only by November; and in September when Nuakhai usually occurs, paddy may have begun flowering with a few ears with a little milk, but it would take time for grains to form. To have a little new rice for the puja, panchamrit, and a few grains for khiri; a few plots with assured irrigation are planted earlier than usual.

Nuakhai in Sambalpuri- Nabanna bhakshana in heavily Sanskritised chaste Odia, Nawakhai in Chhattisgarh, Jharkhand, and Maharashtra- literally means partaking the new produce after offering it as prasad to Mahalakshmi or Annapurna, the Mother Goddess of plenty and prosperity. 

We, too, celebrated Nuakhai at Bhopal. Our children are too busy at work in distant towns, so the two of us held the puja at home and partook the prasad and lunch.

Before that, Sanjukta had cooked all the dishes- rice, vegetable curry, tawa-fried green banana, suji manda, and khiri; and had arranged the prasad on a platter for the goddess.

Yesterday, I had told her that I’d cook aamil, the signature Sambalpuri sour and soupy vegetable curry which is a perfect pairing for rice. I had bought saru (arvi in Hindi, and taro root in English), brinjal, bhindi, beans, pumpkin, and tomatoes which I carefully cut to appropriate size- bigger than curry-size cut.

No pressure cooker. You can't dump all the vegetables at one go since each has a different cooking time. I used a kadhai. Poured about five cups of water, added turmeric. After the water came near boiling, added rice paste to thicken the gravy. Spouse looked askance, and commented, ‘I use besan.’

Added saru, cooked it for 15 minutes; thereafter added in staggered sequence pumpkin, brinjal, beans, tomatoes. Missed radish, not available in market.

When will you add curd, asked spouse? I don’t use curd for souring. Instead, added a few pieces of dried mango,  diced bamboo shoot lightly roasted. Added salt. The whole process took nearly an hour. Whoever thought cooking aamil was easy? It needs great skill and much patience. Once done, seasoned it with garlic, panch phutan, a big dried red chili, and a bunch of curry leaves.

My aamil was excluded from Devi’s prasad platter since I had seasoned it with garlic!

Before serving, tasted the soup, added a little more salt; checked a piece of saru and found it hard and inedible. Lunch had already been served, and spouse was waiting. No time to make amends, segregated the saru pieces, and ladled the rest into serving bowls.

How is it? I asked.

Need more salt, she said, without even a smile, and added.

Don’t see any saru, what happened? Still no smile, stern as the tough judge of Best Chef of India contest. No grace marks for the chef who made the dish after decades. Is that a frown? I now focussed on the aamil bowl and not on her face.

Saru quality is bad here, not as tender as back at home, I said. Why does a spouse fail to notice the partner's amazing talents shining bright like a 30 Watt LED Hammer bulb so close to her face, and is rather miserly when she reluctantly takes note once in a blue moon, I wondered.

Next time, I will do better, I muttered under my breath; just give me easy-to-cook saru, fresh aamul (pickled tender green mango slices) and kardi (diced bamboo shoots), and a radish or two; but still won’t use besan or curd, I insist.

Nuakhai Juhaar and Best wishes.

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Postscript

Nani, my elder sister called me from Odisha this morning, and asked: Do you realise where you goofed up in making aamil?
Tell me, I said.
'Chaul pithau (the rice paste) is added at the final stage. It takes only about five minutes to cook. If you add it at the beginning, the water gets thick and hampers cooking the vegetables.'
When did you add salt?
Rather early, I think.
No, salt is also added towards the end. To better cook saru and bhendi, sautee for a few minutes with a little oil. A few pods of garlic, a red chili, and a bunch of coriander leaves can be ground along with the rice paste. The soup will taste a lot better.
Thanks, Nani. Next time, I'll do better.
 

AI Stumbles at Women’s Ghat

 

AI Stumbles at Women’s Ghat

If you are a reader who dreads the imminent arrival of doomsday of AI-driven robots enslaving or exterminating humans; this blog may cheer you up. Do not lose your sleep, for that fateful day is unlikely to arrive in the foreseeable future.

What’s my credential to predict the future, you may ask? A valid query.

Keen User of AI

When I joined a meeting last week a senior colleague announced, ‘Mr. Dash is a keen user of AI.’ Since the colleague is very kind, I like to believe that his comment was complimentary, and not an innuendo for this blogger’s lack of natural intelligence.

I have kind of dipped my toes in popular AI apps, have written a few blogs on my experience and had shared my little learning with members of IIPA, Bhopal Branch, and the Saturday Club. That is my sole claim to fame as an AI expert!

Ja Jaa Re Bhasi Bhasi Ja

In the previous blog (Neelamadhava, Mahanadi & Mussoorie) I had used two images from Wiki Commons Media.  After publishing the blog, I remembered a recent news report about a homegrown AI Image Generator.

New Kid on the Block

You have heard of ChatGPT, Bing AI (now Copilot), Google Bard, Dall-e, etc.; but may not be aware of the new kid on the block. Kalaido.ai is an AI image generator released by Fractal, our homegrown unicorn. The company offers an impressive range of AI-based services, and among its partners are global giants – Amazon, Google, and Microsoft. For further details about this impressive company, a link is provided at end notes.[i]

I signed up for kalaido.ai and tasked it to generate an image for the scene depicted in the opening stanza of Ja Jaa Re Bhasi Bhasi Ja, for which I gave the following textual prompt:

“Sunrise at river Mahanadi at Sambalpur, Odisha. A beautiful unmarried girl looking sad is bathing on the stairs on the east bank.  She is wearing a Sambalpuri handloom saree with red borders. A manual boat floats by on the blue waves. Four muscular, dark-brown, bare-chested boatmen are rowing the boat.”

A disclaimer is due. The song doesn’t mention all these details, but I exercised poetic licence to get an attractive image!

It threw up an Error Message:

“The requested image description may violate our content generation policy.”

I scratched my head. What was offensive or prurient in my prompt? Upon careful reading, I got why kalaido was unwilling. I had asked for an image of a beautiful unmarried girl bathing on the stairs of the river. Kalaido deduced that I was looking for a semi-nude pornographic image and refused to oblige. Once I removed the reference to bathing, kalaido had no issue.

Women’s Bathing Ghats

In an era before the supply of running water to homes and the advent of AI; at rivers, rivulets, and ponds bathing ghats were ubiquitous and Women’s ghats were as exclusive as HER toilets at airports. In western Odisha, these were named maejhi ghat to differentiate from anrra or andira ghat for the males. Boys of 8 years or below tagged along with their mothers to the women’s ghat, but as soon as a boy began to ‘look’, he was blackballed and forthwith expelled by the alert and stern elderly ladies, the guardian angels of those ghats. In these public baths, the women changed clothes with such decorum and deftness that distant prurient eyes, if any, would be sorely disappointed, and the scene, if part of an imaginary film, would win the approval of the strictest Censor Board members.

I will not fault AI for stumbling at Mahanadi’s maejhi ghat at Sambalpur, or for being clueless about the socio-cultural context of women’s bathing ghats in India of a previous era.

Test Run

I gave the same task and the same text input to the most popular Apps including Gemini by Google which said:

"We are working to improve Gemini’s ability to generate images of people. We expect this feature to return soon and will notify you in release updates when it does."

Here is the result of the Test Run. Each AI Image Generator produced three or four images of which I present below the one that was closest to my text input.

Kalaido

 


Dall-e2

 


Copilot

 


 

What do you think? It is easy to find many defects in each of these images, but the baby-steps of these recent Apps are no less impressive and adorable. 

Which one is the best? It is for you to decide. Let a thousand images bloom, and pick up the one you like best. Human Intelligence makes the choice. You are the master of AI, at least at present.

Postscript

G. Subbu, a friend made a quick limerick which I share with his permission:

While looking for a maiden in a Sambalpuri sari,
Prasanna ventured into virtual territory,
The homegrown AI app Kalaido ,
Must have said Aiyyayo ,
This prurient chap is looking for nudity !


[i] https://fractal.ai/ai-for-good/

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