tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35578975.post6221019068311512687..comments2024-03-28T06:32:06.432-04:00Comments on Bong Mom's CookBook: Shubho Bijoya, a Winner and Giveaway #2Bong Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15407918137263251235noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35578975.post-32209408803251598682013-11-13T04:47:46.074-05:002013-11-13T04:47:46.074-05:00
This looks so delicious and flavorful! <br />This looks so delicious and flavorful! kebharihttp://www.kebhari.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35578975.post-63008080508572296822013-11-04T18:35:52.365-05:002013-11-04T18:35:52.365-05:00My Dad works for central government and constantly...My Dad works for central government and constantly got transferred, so I have lived in many 'colonies'. The memories that have stuck are less food related but more to do with knocking on doors of homes with kids and gathering everybody to play in the evenings :)<br /><br />Thanks for introducing me to Devapriya- her books seem like the Indian equivalent of Alexander McCall Smith books. Fun!Lavanyahttp://purplepaperplanes.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35578975.post-44089735445279083872013-11-02T02:50:58.058-04:002013-11-02T02:50:58.058-04:00colony addas, colony winter-badminton tournaments,...colony addas, colony winter-badminton tournaments, and colony festivals are the best memories I have.... can never forget the balloon walas visting colony houses every Sunday noon looking for the Rani betis and Raja babus (small kids) to trouble their parents to buy one for them..... or the baul-phakir's who would have traveled across metho poth to visit colony para to sing baul gaan and earn their living... miss those days !!Chondrymahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05658375676786765765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35578975.post-66253407464449500502013-11-01T19:12:41.428-04:002013-11-01T19:12:41.428-04:00It is been months i ve visited ur page. Congrats S...It is been months i ve visited ur page. Congrats Sandeepa ! Happy Diwali to u and ur family. I never experienced a day in housing colony only seen in movies. That is a nice giveaway!Chamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06912395013740648068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35578975.post-323777370249100632013-10-31T14:56:34.563-04:002013-10-31T14:56:34.563-04:00I grew up in a housing colony - the best memory is...I grew up in a housing colony - the best memory is you are never alone be it happiness or sad events. The bonds formed during my years in colony are stronger than many blood relations. <br />Reh<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35578975.post-26974059695948584972013-10-31T12:58:37.802-04:002013-10-31T12:58:37.802-04:00Will there be a consolation prize for the second w...Will there be a consolation prize for the second winner? :-) <br /><br />MausumiMausumi Raynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35578975.post-73720426494427779342013-10-31T08:22:23.273-04:002013-10-31T08:22:23.273-04:00Hey Sandeepa,
I got your email (regarding the giv...Hey Sandeepa,<br /><br />I got your email (regarding the giveaway) yesterday and I replied to it as well. Don't know if it landed in your spam folder. But anyways, I am super excited to have won your book and am looking forward to showing it off to my friends and of course, trying out the "secret" recipes! Promise to pay your kind gesture forward. :)<br /><br />RuchiMadGabGuyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13236991134194923679noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35578975.post-64958849488231611352013-10-30T08:45:19.180-04:002013-10-30T08:45:19.180-04:00My dad used to work for LIC for 35 years and we we...My dad used to work for LIC for 35 years and we were transferred all over the country. I have changed 10 schools and 4 colleges. Other people got transferred too and it was fun to be transferred to a new place sometimes and unexpectedly see that another old friend from another place was there too. Anywhere in the country we went - on transfers, for holidays, for exams / interviews etc., whatever, we always had an LIC colony and an LIC persons house to go to. We used to call it the LIC family. People who did'nt know each other from adam and who were as different as chalk and cheese - all lived together in the LIC quarters. Every summer all of us kids would wait eagerly for the transfer order because it was exciting to know where each of us were moving to.<br /><br />We celebrated Diwali, Christmas and Id. Births, weddings, funerals. Independence day and Republic day. I could go on!<br /><br />I remember a really funny episode. At one stage we were transferred to Bombay and we used to live in the LIC quarters opposite the American Consulate. Many LIC people's kids who had US visa interviews would come and stay the night with us to get a good place in the serpentine queues. Once my mum was not in town and my dad sleeps really early so when the phone rang at 10 pm and it was an LIC uncle (whom i did'nt know) saying that there was the possibility of a bandh the next day so could his son come and stay the night with us even though it was late, I did'nt think much of it and said yes. The guy came, I gave him a bed (the diwan in the living room) and I slept.<br />Now my dad sleeps early but wakes up early too! And was quite shocked to see a strange man sleeping in the living room as though he had appeared from nowhere! Of course the guy woke up, I woke up and the whole thing was clear. It may not even sound funny now but it was then!<br /> deehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16257270191958194681noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35578975.post-3239040175567456512013-10-30T06:53:49.466-04:002013-10-30T06:53:49.466-04:00I had a great time in the student housing of Louis...I had a great time in the student housing of Louisiana State University. There were so many international students and post doc.s on campus. However, literally there was a mini West Bengal also. We had an excellent potluck/feast during Hurricane Gustav in Louisiana. There were power outage and I cooked bengali mutto curry (robibarer mangser jhol) for the other 20-25 bengali student friends. Also, there were sada bhaat, chingrir malaikari, rui machcher kaliya, and chili chicken in our menu. All the cooking and having the delicious food are done under candle light. Bonnynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35578975.post-72072653909032089572013-10-30T06:22:21.312-04:002013-10-30T06:22:21.312-04:00I lived in a tight-knit neighborhood with a vibran...I lived in a tight-knit neighborhood with a vibrant "association" which organized lots of events all year long for the residents. Favorite memory: we put up three night of performances for the Ganesh festival each year. Every child (even babies) got to play a part in a dance or play! Thanks for the giveaway and the book sounds like so much fun.Nupurhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03890441057480820053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35578975.post-51220438430196818432013-10-30T05:03:44.047-04:002013-10-30T05:03:44.047-04:00I grew up in a small township surrounding a factor...I grew up in a small township surrounding a factory, kind of an extended housing colony. Too many food memories of those times - the huge gardens with aam, kathhal, bel trees; impromptu Sunday picnics at someones garden during the winters; bowl or two of the next door mashi’s cooking every other day (of course Ma sent her goodies too!); the ice-cream and dosa bhaiyyas doing rounds once a week - I could keep going on! But my funniest food memory is about my first BFF in kindergarten, a TamBram - everyday she had my luchi-alu chhechki tiffin while I had her idli topped with the red spicy powder. After a nasty fight one day, I went back home in tears and told my Ma aami aar V Rathhi’r idli khabo na tumi aajkei giye idli banano sheko. And that is how my Ma learnt idli making and bought her first idli stand. Ofcourse the fight was resolved the next day and we went back to sharing tiffins; but I always thought Ma’s idlis tasted the best :D Kuntalahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13481712939783280653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35578975.post-30709832987640641342013-10-30T00:24:50.374-04:002013-10-30T00:24:50.374-04:00I remember the potluck dinners the families would ...I remember the potluck dinners the families would have. South India Idli-Sambhar, with Kashmiri Dum Aloo, followed by Maharashtrian hot puranpolis soaked in ghee, coupled with Gujarati puri and undhiyu and followed by Bengali rosogullas...yummmmmmmm :)R's Momhttp://www.readingthroughrsmind.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35578975.post-55634270190285168572013-10-29T22:29:39.160-04:002013-10-29T22:29:39.160-04:00Housing Colony...this brings back the 80s/90s for ...Housing Colony...this brings back the 80s/90s for me. My dad was in ONGC so spent my childhood in the ONGC colonies. <br />Loved the diversity; we had neighbours and friends from all over the country, Celebrating festivals, simple @ home bday parties, Sharing and caring, endless hours of free play each evening.Ektahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00263682787159351748noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35578975.post-37465574727630488992013-10-29T22:29:11.276-04:002013-10-29T22:29:11.276-04:00Housing Colony...this brings back the 80s/90s for ...Housing Colony...this brings back the 80s/90s for me. My dad was in ONGC so spent my childhood in the ONGC colonies. <br />Loved the diversity; we had neighbours and friends from all over the country, Celebrating festivals, simple @ home bday parties, Sharing and caring, endless hours of free play each evening.Ektahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00263682787159351748noreply@blogger.com