All Over in Love, with Amoureuse

After falling in love with Véronique Sanson's Amoureuse, I googled for the lyrics of this lovely song.

Une nuit je m'endors avec lui

Mais je sais qu'on nous l'interdit

Et je sens la fièvre qui me mord

Sans que j'ai l'ombre d'un remord

Et l'aurore m'apporte le sommeil

Je ne veux pas qu'arrive le soleil

Quand je prend sa tête entre mes mains

Je vous jure que j'ai du chagrin

Et je me demande

Si cet amour aura un lendemain

Quand je suis loin de lui

Quand je suis loin de lui

Je n'ai plus vraiment toute ma tête 

Et je ne suis plus d'ici

Oh ! je ne suis plus d'ici

Je ressens la pluie d'une autre planète d'une autre planète

Quand il me serre tout contre lui

Quand je sens que j'entre dans sa vie

Je prie pour que le destin m'en sorte

Je prie pour que le diable m'emporte

Et l'angoisse me montre son visage

Elle me force à parler son language

Mais quand je prend sa tête entre mes mains

Je vous jure que j'ai du chagrin

Et je me demande

Si cet amour aura un lendemain

Quand je suis loin de lui

Quand je suis loin de lui

Je n'ai plus vraiment toute ma tête

Et je ne suis plus d'ici Non je ne suis plus d'ici

Je ressens la pluie d'une autre planète d'une autre planète

The English translation explained what a beauty the song actually is:

One night I fall asleep with him

Though I know we aren't allowed to

And I feel the fever burning inside me

Without having a shadow of remorse

And the dawn brings me to sleep

I do not want the sun to come

When I hold his head in my hands

I swear to you I feel sadness

And I wonder

If this love will have a tomorrow

When I'm away from him

When I'm away from him

I've lost my mind a little

And I'm no longer from here

Oh! I'm no longer from here

I feel the rain from another planet from another planet

When he hugs me close against him

When I feel that I fit in his life

I pray for fate to pull me through

I pray for the devil to take me

And anxiety turns its face towards me

And makes me speak its language

But when I hold his head in my hands

I swear to you I feel sadness

And I wonder

If this love will have a tomorrow

When I'm away from him

When I'm away from him

I've lost my mind a little

And I'm no longer from here. No I'm no longer from here

I feel the rain from another planet from another planet

Man, such beautiful lyrics!
Songs like Amoureuse do remind you how beautiful love is, it did that for me!
And Kiki Dee's English rendition of the song is equally lovely. Enjoy!

Amoureuse - Loving Life!

Sometimes life has a strange way of telling you things that we fail to realise.

There has been a musical piece that is being played inflight on Jet Airways that I have particularly liked. The piece was very soothing, calming and mesmerizing. On my recent trip to Hyderabad, the composition was played again - it all seemed ethereal against the backdrop of the brilliant blue sky that lay outside my window, absolutely mesmerizing!

On landing, I Shazamed the piece (Shazam is a mobile phone application to tag and identify soundtracks) - the piece that had mesmerized me for so long turned out to be Amoureuse, a instrumental rendition by the French musician, Franck Pourcel.

Originally Amoureuse was sung by the stunningly pretty French singer, Véronique Sanson in her 1972 album of the same name. Later, Kiki Dee came out with an English version of the song.

Ever since I returned back home to Mumbai, I have been listening to Franck Pourcel's instrumental rendition of Amoureuse. True to its meaning "being in love", Amoureuse reminds me to fall in love all over again, with life, it reminds me of the beauty that is all all around, that I so often fail to see, waiting to be appreciated. Amoureuse calms me, soothes my soul, leaves me in deep thought, takes me to a different world!

Even as I am writing this, Amoureuse is playing in the background!

A Pesto Night!

They say when life gives you lemons, make lemonade!

That opportunity came calling last night. Our cook has taken a few days off, to visit the Konkan coast to celebrate Ganesh Chaturthi and the subsequent immersions. She left behind a replacement cook, whose food, I have frankly not been enjoying very much.

So last night I took a call that it had to be a pasta night - this is something Neeti had to agree to, for shee too freaks out on Italian! We chose the simplest kinds, that could easily be done after over 13 grueling hours out of home!

Out of our cupboards came out a packet of Del Monte pasta, which was boiled. After boiling for over 10 minutes, the tubular penne rigate pasta was al-dente, we put in a whole lot of ice cubes to stop the boiling water from overcooking the pasta. After draining the water, the pasta was mixed with 3-4 tablespoons of pesto sauce, heaped generously. 

Pesto sauce has been a recent introduction into my very prized kitchen storage. Pesto originated in Genoa, hence the term pesto genovese. Traditionally Pesto is made from crushed garlic, basil and pine nuts blended with olive oil,  parmigiano-reggiano, and fiore sardo (cheese made from sheep's milk, a specialty of Sardinia).

It is said that the name pesto is derived from the Genoese word pestâ, which means to pound, to crush, as was done traditionally with marble mortar and wooden pestle. Somewhat like how the name of the Spanish specialty paella has been derived from the Latin term patella! 

We added about 10 pitted green Del Monte olives and a tablespoon of capers. And this was mixed with a table spoon of Del Monte extra virgin olive oil.

We sprinkled a finely grated helping of parmigiano-reggiano - something that we more commonly know as parmesan, the hard Italian cheese that comes from Parma - the region that is also known for the so very delicious prosciutto crudo or Parma ham!

We microwaved the pasta for about 90 seconds on full heat and enjoyed the aroma that wafted out of the microwave! And it tasted great great too!

Man, I envy the Italians so much, for they have all these delightful delicacies day in and day out! I do love Indian food, but get bored with too much of one kind, as I crave for variety - delicacies from all over - Japanese, European, Lebanese, Moroccan, Ethiopian and whatever you can randomly name - all that makes a worldfoody! And my kitchen is the laboratory in my quest for sampling delicacies from far and wide!

The Joy of Reading

After a long hiatus, I have rediscovered the joy of reading, all over again. First it was High Commissioner Madanjeet Singh's Culture Of The Sepulchre, which incidentally had been edited by my sister, Neelima. High Commissioner Singh chronicled his stint in the Pearl of Africa, Uganda, during the period of Idi Amin's dictatorship. It was such a pleasure to read the vivid descriptions of Uganda's natural beauty, which makes me so proud for I was born there. I completed reading the whole book in less than a day flat. 

Neeti recently bought Ruchir Sharma's Breakout Nations which again I devoured literally line by line. Ruchir's incisive analysis of emerging markets through his journeys and experiences was again very readable and exciting. He is particularly appreciative of South Korea, an economy he terms as the "Germany of Asia". He prescribes a slower growth for China, which he says would be less disruptive and would lessen friction. His indictment of  crony capitalism and official corruption in India is particularly stinging. And there are question marks on natural resource driven growth in Brazil and Russia.

Now I am reading the venerable American diplomat, Henry Kissinger's On China - a gripping account of China's political and economic evolution over the last 400 or so years. He vividly account of the journey of China from unification under the Qing Dynasty in the 1600s to the very insulting intrusions by Western power, the Opium Wars and his seminal journeys into the post-Cultural Revolution Maoist Middle Kingdom in the 1970s that practically triggered the single most defining event of this age, the rise of China.

Kissinger's numerous anecdotes and recollections of early interactions reveal a single-minded objective that Chairman Mao Zedong and Premier Zhou En Lai had - a controlled, definite and robust rise to power, a painfully slow game of wei-qi ( 圍棋) played in statecraft. Wei-qi is a board game, played on a 19x19 board, based on the principles of encirclement and containment. Considered painfully slow in the West, but patiently played in the Orient, the game deals with global influence, interaction between distant stones, keeping the whole board in mind during local fights, and other issues that involve the overall game. Unbelievably, in wei-qi, it is possible to allow a tactical loss when it confers a strategic advantage. 

Perhaps it were these wei-qi strategies laid out by Chairman Mao, Premier Zhou and Chairman Deng Xiaoping that prepared China for the long haul to pre-eminence on the world stage. Even though my political leanings are towards conservative capitalism, the book makes me doff my hat to those pioneering Chinese statesmen.

Reading On China makes my blood curdle that India never had leadership of that stature, excepting PV Narasimha Rao and Atal Behari Vajpayee, to steer the polity beyond tactical moves to defining long-term strategic moves. Prime Minister Rao's Machiavellianism and Prime Minister Vajpayee's vision worked wonders in those 12 years, which have defined the India that we know today. They are the true unsung heroes of India. Only if Prime Ministers Rao and Vajpayee stayed on a little longer.....
But today, we are "blessed" with underachievers.... sic!

I am still reading on Kissinger's visits to Peking (now Beijing), I have to get back to read on what happened next, in the Deng regime. On China is as gripping as a spy thriller and simply unputdownable!

No matter how convenient an ebook on Kindle or an iPad is, there is a certain thrill in reading a physical book. I have rediscovered the joy of reading!

Our Own Delightful Paella!

Last weekend, lazing around at home, we watched a show "From Spain With Love", on Fox Travel, a food and travel show hosted by Annie Sibonney. Annie, a Moroccan-French gourmand based out of Toronto, brings a inexplicable passion to her show that makes it so enjoyable.

The episode in question was that on the ubiquitous Spanish Paella. Rustic and delectable, Paella is a delight that exemplifies how food travels, how locals marry foreign traditions with the goodness of local and fresh produce.

Paella, the name comes from Patella - the Latin word for pan (uncannily, it sounds like the Indian Patilla!). Paella evolved in the Valencia region. Moorish influences brought rice to Spain - they used to cook rice alongwith meats and vegetables and a pot. The Spaniards adapted this technique as their very own to make Paella - something that has  now become ubiquitously Spanish.

Usually, Paella is made on a wood fire, in a wide open pan with meats sauteed with saffron giving the dish a delectable yellow-orangish hue. There go in vegetables, paprika, grated or pureed tomatoes. Finally, goes in Bomba rice - a visible symbol of Arab and Moorish influences in Spain. Then goes in a stock - the wide pan ensures that each grain of the Bomba takes in the richness and the goodness of the stock. Paella is usually cooked outdoors, the slow heat from the wood fire ensures even cooking and ensures retention of the rich meaty flavours.

Annie's show walked us through a variety of Paellas - rabbit, chicken, snail and seafood Paellas. That was a real revelation because the first I heard about Paella in 2008, it was of a basic version. Padma Lakshmi, who is better known as Salman Rushdie's ex-wife hosted a show of her travels through the world  - one episode covered Spain and had a few minutes devoted to the Paella.

We were so enthralled by the show's depiction of Paella that we made it at home, our own way for our New Year dinner, ushering in 2009. The star of that dinner was Paella alongwith other Spanish stuff - a chilled tomato Gazpacho and a baked pomfret casserole with vegetables cooked in white wine.

My attention was focused on the Paella - I picked up the widest kadai we had at home. In heated olive oil chicken pieces were fried with 4-5 strands of saffron. Once chicken turned golden, in went onions, deskinned tomatoes, which got pureed in the heat of the kadai. Then we added coarsely shopped bell peppers and capsicum. Then went in lightly soaked rice - we used coarse rice available, as I could not lay my hands on Bomba!

The rice began take on a saffron tinge from the chicken. A thick chicken stock was prepared and added to the pan. Once it started simmering, I added a few table spoons of white wine, jumbo prawns and calamari rings. In next few minutes, the rice turned fluffy - swollen with the goodness, the lovely flavours of the saffron and chicken.

That was New Year's dinner to remember - tomato gazpacho, pomfret casserole and a very delectable Paella, with white wine!

Neeti and my folks did say that Paella was much like our own biryani, Spanish biryani! 

Now again I am watching another of Annie's journeys through Spain's Andalucia - this time she's covering gazpachos, sangrias, anchovies, artichokes withe green peas! 

And I am also thing how good would a Paella be with coarsely chopped chorizo? Perhaps a chorizo paella would usher in 2013!

Man, I am hungry, again(!), for all things Spanish!