#my dadi and aunt are people

[greektragedybitch]

people will talk shit about my maa behind her back (in front of me) and then have the audacity to ask me why i don't show them respect like pagal ho kya

[drmarune]

Teen parent Nacht Au (2)

Summary

Little Ida became a aunt even she don’t understand it and Nacht as a parent…… welp good he have Morgan and oh and yami the-

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Nacht hanging in the eating room whit cucurucho wo getting Milk from a maid lucky for Nacht

As Ida where in and looking at the baby

Ida:oh! I‘m a big sister now!!!

Nacht:no you more a Aunt Ida people will get it wrong if you say it like this

Ida looking at him more because he says actually her Name and not „gremlin“

Ida:why? Isn’t it the same anyway she is family!!!

Nacht:no because people think I would did have do disgusting things whit mother and hell it’s worse this I’m a parent I’m not made for the shi€

Ida:oh ok!“ don’t know what means really

Maid:so lady cucurucho is feed sir Faust „smile

Nacht:year sure thanks „as he say it give the maid cucurucho too Nacht wo is not happy to hold cucurucho really

Ida:can I hold her???

Nacht:Hell no not right now I don’t even know how too hold her properly so why do you think to hold her gremlin?

Ida:hmpf fine“close to crying

Nacht just run of whit cucurucho bevor Ida crying

Nacht walking to he’s room as he hear the last voice he wants to hear

Yami:oh hell it’s true you got ya baby trapped Nacht“laughing

Nacht:fuc€ of sukehiro aren’t you whit Morgan and Josie?

Yami:welp No as you see and this not how to hold a baby give here

Say he and taking fast cucurucho wo don‘t know what going on like Nacht

Nacht: how the fuc€ do you know how too hold a baby?

Yami raised a eyebrow at him :you forget ya I had a family too ?

Nacht just Stare at him right wait yami have siblings??? Or younger family members as him?

Nacht:you can have her I’m out

Yami:don’t you dare to dump the baby on my „say he mad

Nacht:why not how you think I could take care of a baby? I don’t even want her really „how could he take care of he’s baby if he can’t even help himself or protect Morgan or say he love Josele…….

Yami:look Nacht year sure it’s sucks ass too take care of a baby even for my but you are the father so don’t your dare to run away from it or be a bad person too it what is even her Name?

Nacht:fuc€ you sukehiro and her Name is cucurucho her mother gave the Name bevor she fuc)s of

Yami:ok? Wait how old is the mother?

Nacht:16 years old I get it she is younger but hell I’m a man how she did think this I taking care of cucurucho she will die or so

Yami:so you are scared cucurucho will die if you taking care of her? I mean you did take whit us of Ida and she is alright

Nacht:because Morgan did take mostly care of her or Josie

Yami:year sure but you did a lot too Nacht and cucurucho seem peaceful as fare Morgan told my

Nacht :tz year sure ok she barely cry…….she sleeps mostly like right now in your arms

Yami:yes sure

Both teens looking at cucurucho wo is sleeping peacefully

Nacht:well-

Morgan:Brother. Why did you make Ida cry?“smile mad

Nacht:oh hell no not you too…….

Morgan:Look Nacht I understand you are stressed because of cucurucho but bringing Ida to cry because of it?

Nacht:year sure how should I tell her she will drop the baby just because she is a little child and is too stupid to hold cucurucho anyway“say he annoy

Morgan gasp:Nacht!!! Ida is Ure sister!!!

Nacht:and?

Morgan:I‘m sorry you are stressed but don’t you dare to talk over Ida like this!!!

Nacht scream now:I DON‘T CARE I DIDN’T SLEEP FOR DAYS AND I DON‘T WANT TAKING CARE OF LITTLE CHILDREN“say he and run away in he’s shadow‘s

Cucurucho begins too crying now

Yami:ow fuc€ shhh it’s ok „say he and rocking cucurucho wo is still crying

Morgan:…….“smile sad

Yami:don’t be mad he will come back he is just stupid right now but he likes Ida and cucurucho

Morgan:I understand he is stressed but he can’t take it out on other especially not on the children…….

Yami :yes you are right now little rascal now stop you Dady will come back“say he to cucurucho wo is still crying

[jalebi-weds-bluetooth]

How're you my jalebi jaan!!!!

I'm your secret admirer 😉Well,I also have a question for you.I read the fan fictions on IPKKND a lot. And some of it portrayed Arnav as someone who forces his will on people.Was our ASR too hard hearted and has zero empathy.Suppose Arnav learnt the truth of Garimaji in a different scenario (suppose he tracked her down before he had even met Khushi(evil dadi 😈) ) Will he succoomb to his prejudices and try to destroy Khushi's life as a revenge in such a scenario?!

Hello Anon!

Thank you for admiring the blog :)

Warning, long answer below. In short, no, in my opinion Arnav would rather ruin Garima directly by destroying her and her family's reputation.

To break down this answer I'm gonna break down Arnav as a character in my opinion.

Revenge isn't an option for people who are direct in nature. Destruction is.

Shyam plans a revenge. Subhadra (Dadi) plans a revenge but Arnav straight up destroys.

Fan fiction is extremely personal in the way everyone writes their interpretation of their favorite character. And even media, to that extent, is personal because everyone's interpretation is individual and unique.

So, in short, everything I answer about IPK is dependent on my take and opinion of the show and character.

In my opinion Arnav never forced his will on people nor did he have zero empathy. The contract he signed with Khushi in the office is because she had a job and legitimately demand he give an appropriate reason to fire her. The forced marriage is a mix of complicated emotions and it's never going to be a simple he 'forced' Khushi to marry him. That is a part of the deal, but there were several other undercurrents.

In reality, his family has often forced Arnav against his will. Anjali forced religion and religious celebration despite him openly declaring that he's an atheist. His grandmother forced him to marry a stranger just because she wants it - even when he has clearly stated that he's neither into long term commitment of that sort and has no wish to destroy another person's life in that process.

Arnav has empathy - hence he teared up on learning about Khushi being an orphan and gave pigeons (and probably cash) to the little kid crying for her sick father.

His empathy to Khushi is stunted because of his prejudice towards her and that he is just emotionally stunted due to his trauma.

Any animosity Arnav has towards Khushi is really because of how coincidentally she meets him and seems to grab public attention. The brilliance of the show was if Arnav had a bit of Khushi's faith and Khushi had a bit of Arnav's cynicism - neither Arnav would've misunderstood Khushi nor would have Khushi believed Shyam.

Arnav actually has his priorities sorted, his main rage is towards his father - the cheater - then towards the third woman in his parents marriage.

And even then, Arnav isn't a schemer by personality. He cannot scheme. He takes actions. Decisions.

Shyam is a schemer - he can have a long plan in the run. Arnav destroys or decides. Then and there.

For Arnav it will be pointless to go around ruining Khushi because her aunt ruined his parents' lives. He always holds his father equally accountable for the pain.

He'd just straight up ruin Garima's life. Expose it to the public and beyond what kind of a woman the pious Garima is and destroy her reputation and her family's reputation for once and for all.

And in this scenario he'd hate himself to be physically attracted to Khushi. He'd hurt her, but really not use her to hurt Garima.

He couldn't even use Payal against Khushi. He put Khushi in an illusion that her sister's marriage was in threat. But Payal's marriage was actually unaffected from all the drama.

If Arnav had pre-requisite knowledge about Garima, then it would be another version of Iss Pyaar Ko of the battle of loving someone whose family is responsible for the trauma in their own family. A bit Romeo Juliet esque with most angst.

Hope you have a nice day ahead!

Best,

Jalebi

[defloraisonn]

The pieces of my puzzle

My best friend gave me a marble once, as a keep sake we said, I have it in my jewellery box till this day.

My friend gave me a penguin, whenever I'm sad I hug the penguin tightly, it feels better, it feels like love.

My school crush refused to give me his compass, he left school the following year and moved away, the compass has an empty space on my desk forever.

My best friend and I would sing 'Jumma Chumma De De' every Friday, it was like a tradition we religiously followed, on Fridays I think of her.

My aunt got me a bracelet, a pretty bracelet, with hues of green and gold, I keep it close to me always.

My uncles once gave me a gift that came with a cute little card, they wrote a note, I have kept it in a folder ever since, I will not let it go.

My dadi left her dupattas for me when she came to visit, whenever I miss her I put it on, it still smells like her.

My friend once got me a purse for my birthday, I still have it and even though I do not have anything to put inside it, I will cherish it forever.

My love told me the word for love in his language, my pinterest board about love is just that, the word for love in his language.

All the people I love are the pieces to my puzzle, loving them makes my life more fulfilling.

[your-mom-friend]

I used to think that Western people were too obsessed with relations among family aka "second cousin once removed" or "fourth cousin thrice removed" and that the Desi system was better (if they're in your parent's generation they're your aunt/uncle and if they're in yours then they're a cousin)

but then I realized ours is just as, if not more complicated so allow me to give your the bare bones of the Desi Family Naming System:

Dada/Dadi- Dada is grandfather and Dadi is grandmother. However you can also use this term for your great aunts/uncles or just people in your grandparents generation. It's exclusively for your dad's side of the family. Your paternal grandpa is Dada and his brother is also Dada (ususally with some variation).

Nana/Nani- Similar to the above, Nana is grandfather while Nani is grandmother. This is exclusively for your mother's side of the family. could be your direct grandparents, their siblings, cousins, or friends. Same goes with Dada/dadi.

Khala- Your Khala is your mother's sister or female cousin. Specifically someone your mother is related to

Khalu- Your Khalu is your Khala's husband. He'd be your maternal uncle by marriage, rather than relation

Mama- Mama is your maternal uncle by relation

Mami- Mami is your maternal aunt by marriage

Chachu- Your Chachu is your paternal uncle by relation. He'd be your dad's brother or cousin

Chachi- She'd be your chachu's wife, aka paternal aunt by marriage

Phuppi- She's your dad's sister/cousin, aka paternal aunt by relation

Phuppa- He's your Phuppi's husband, paternal uncle by marriage

While there are different terms for paternal/maternal cousins, but they're not particularly used unless you're telling someone else about your cousins. Amongst yourselves, you're just cousins. However older brothers/male cousins are called Bhai/Bhaiyya and older sisters/female cousins are Didi/Appi/Appa (Didi is very common, but as someone who speaks Urdu, I've grown up calling my older sisters Appi. And if you're Malayali shut up I already know what it means in Malayalam)

It takes some getting used to, but honestly it's way more helpful for me since it helps trace how exactly I know my relatives. Desi families are typically very extended and close-knit, so I've grown up just meeting random aunts and uncles not knowing who they were and only later finding out they're a relative.

Honestly I also think it's pretty cool. The language really reflects how families work in my culture, and just how people are viewed. Any elderly person can be called Dadi/dada as a sign of respect and affection, while within the family you don't differentiate between your siblings and your cousins

[tellywoodtrash]

Hi TT,

I'm so glad that your lbs are back🥳🥳.

So much has happened in immj2 land after the vihaan track.Your lbs were the only source of immj2 for me..so when u stopped the lbs at the point where vihaan was revealed to be vansh only and he started playing mind games and revenge revenge with a clueless ridhima...Uske baad kya hua till the events in this lb I have no idea.So can you pls do a KAHANI AB TAK from the point where the lbs were on hold till now?

Love

Ratna.

Hi hi!!!!!!!! 💖💖💖

Oh boy, tbh, this show is bonkers crazy and I don’t know how to sensibly explain what the fuck went down, but I shall tryyyyyyy:

Ok so we left off at Vansh telling Riddhima to murder Kabir. She obviously can’t do it coz she’s a weakass bitch (warna kab ka Vansh ko hi maar deti uske anginnath chutiyaape ke liye............) Kabir gloats about it to Vansh and also lets slip that they were in a relationship before she came into V’s life, and how he’s just not fated for love, is he. Vansh gets hella mad at this and instead of going to therapy about it like a normal person, decides ki I have to get revenge from Riddhima for this. They go on some dhaarmic vacation where he abandons her and when she finally makes her way back everyone’s like “Hein tum kaun????????????/ Vansh ki biwi toh Ahaana hai.” So basically Riddhima; whose whole identity is just being Vansh’s wife; ka account deactivate ho jaata hai, like Trump’s twitter. Siya meanwhile starts yelling in her coma for Riddhima Bhaabi, so Vansh has to let R stay. There’s some stupidass competitions and shit between her and Ahaana and R is finally like ok you know what I’ve had enough of this and leaves. Siya finally wakes tf up and tells everyone the truth. V like OHNOE!!!!!!! I’M A DUMBASS!!!!!!! (yeah, we know.) and runs behind R and stops her from leaving. R usse bhi badi buddhu and actually gets back together with this fucking crazy man and his nonsense family. Ab aata hai track where Kabir starts sending Riddhima clues about her past and R finds that her parents didn’t actually abandon her at the anaath-ashram but actually died in some accident. She finds that around the saaaaaaaaame time, teenage V was in juvie. Snooping around, snooping around, as per usual she wants to know if V’s connected to her parents. Because no one taught her ki correlation =/= causation. V plans elaborate second shaadi to keep her from snooping but Riddhima apni multitasker max hai! Manages to get through 4098340239480 shaadi rituals and also do her jasoosi, finds out he was in juvie for a car accident that killed a couple. V lies to everyone that the couple he actually killed was Kabir’s dad and aunt. Yeh sunke K ki khisak jaati hai, but then he actually overhears V and Ishani talking ki that was a lie and it was Ishani who killed Riddhima’s parents and V took the blame for her. Kabir doesn’t like being taken for a fool and is like bitch imma burn this shit to the ground now and get my girl back too. Meanwhile V is having issues with his diamond smuggly business and is like “omg I have such a dangerous line of work I can never have a family of my own.” Well, yeh khayaal thoda late aaya coz guess who’s been regularlyyyyyyyy tapping it without wrapping it??????? Yeah, this dumbass who doesn’t want kids. K ka dariya dil is like “arre waah ek se saath ek muft muft muft? I want R and baby also!” V is a pissyass bitch about R getting pregnant as if she did it all on her own with no contribution from him. Anyway, thanks to his diamond smuggling fuckery someone shoots during a family event and Ishani loses her baby. Not the best time for everyone to find out R is pregnant, and people start trying to murder her and baby. Someone keeps sending her warning letters about it tho. K keeps saving her ass and V is just like meh who cares, mereko toh bas apni padi hai. AnuMom makes a comeback here and adds to the fuckery and K is like SO HELP ME GOD, DON’T YOU HURT MY GIRL AND BABY, and she’s like “hein yeh kya ho gaya, I was literally not here for a few weeks and ladka haath se nikal gaya.” Anyway, long story short, turns out it was the random uncle (Aryan’s dad who shows up only once in 6 months) who was looking out for R and baby and saving them via warning notes. For that nek kaam, AnuMom murders the fuck outta him. Tbh by this point I stopped even keeping up with the show and someall fuckery happens with the diamonds and all, but at some point V realises ki “oh mere ko bhi chahiye apna crotch-goblin” and accepts the consequences of his non-condom wearing actions. By this point Kabir is trying to get the diamonds and the girl + baby and idk man.......... Kuch ka kuch ho jaata hai and they all end up in a forest where Kabir seems to have murdered V (but he’s saved by AnuMom who’s like FRIENDSHIP ENDED WITH KABIR, NOW VANSH IS MY BEST SON) , and is all ready to marry R but V comes outta nowhere and haathapaai ensues and this leads to V/R jumping off a cliff and hiding but he gets shot and sends Riddhima off to safety.

Now we’ve moved to Voot. V wakes up 6-7 hours later in the forest to find Angre there; Angre says R is home and sent him to come get him. V comes home to find new and improved Riddhima who is veryyyyyyy horny all the time (not unheard of with pregnancy hormones.) Meanwhile entry of sasta!Vansh who R has some deal with and she keeps doing shit like steal the diamonds for him and some khaandani rifle (they keep calling it a “SNIPER RIFLE” but it legit looks like Vasco De Gama ki gun from Andaz Apna Apna.) Dadi on the other hand has turned into this major Gangster Grandma who’s ruthless as fuck and is all about the Raisinghania naam and power and mafia business or whatever and she’s like I can’t take it how V and R are fucking up the name of the fam for their do takke ka manhoos pyaar, I want them murdered, esp. R. V finds out that sasta!V’s wife (whom he claims to have murdered) looks exactly like Riddhima and is now convinced ki yeh jo mere ghar mein hai is a duplicate, and they have kidnapped my real pregnant wife. Anyway, he’s like fine Dadi, I’ll murder R for the khaandaan. Takes her to the jungle and shoots her in front of Aryan. But V is puraana paapi who is expert in making it look like he’s murdered the love interest of the season and hiding them from the whole world, so yeah............... Keeps R in some room somewhere and interrogates her every day but she’s like OMG *I’m* your wife, dumbass. Udhar Siya’s traumatised by bhaiyya’s wife-murdering ways and is now falling for sasta!Bhaiyya and gotten a makeover and discovered teenage rebellion; while Ishani’s realized how hot her husband is and is constantly wanting to sex him. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaand now the non-Rrahul dude has gotten COVID irl, so I guess he’ll be off the show for a bit, and my cyuuutoooo Kabir (who’s being kept captive somewhere by Riddhima????) will finally be back? One can hope. I miss Kabir and this show is absolutely nothing without him.

[leisnarcotics]

Honestly, this is the hardest farewell post to write.

Like my mama said, "She prepared us for this moment but it still hurts."

Everyone knows her, shes willing to help in anyway she can. Shes willing to share or lend a hand as much as possible. She serves sincerely, patiently & love to the Lord, to the Church, to the community, to the people,to her friends and to her family.

But not everyone knows who she is to me, who is Mami Uchie to Rizzie. She is not my mother but she is one. She is my godmother, my aunt, my 2nd mom, my Mami Uchie and even a friend to me. When my grandmother passed away (Lola Nona) and my Mama Ganda left for Canada, Mami Uchie was my go to person, especially when "Mama - Rizzie clash" (Love you Ma!)

Mami was always willing to listen, she'll let me cry on her shoulder, shell let me hug her, she'll explain things to me without judgment and more. She never let me feel that I dont belong, she loved me and took care of me as her own. She never close any door for me, she was always there.

Indeed, I am lucky to be one of her inaanaks.

Mami got diagnosed with C in the year 2016, I was already working abroad that time. It broke my heart, it was a nightmare that I wish I can erase but I cant. During that time, I felt helpless but every videocalls, every vacation back home I can see her face that she is fighting this battle, her infectious smile is still there you can never say that she is suffering or she is in pain. And so I told myself, I will stick with her on this battle and I have my faith.

She was strong on those 4 memorable years; I joined them one time for her chemo, I saw how much she wanted to be okay. Before my flight to UAE she will check if I have medicines, she will give me prescriptions for cough, colds, fever, diarrhea, asthma, allergy etc. One time, she wrote me a letter and just read it while I am on the plane I was crying coz the letter was filled with emotions of Mami Uchie her "tampo" and her love for me. When there is a chance we do videocalls I will ask Mia then Mia will ask her help on how to cook some dishes (like the last time Chicken Hamonado), what do on certain situations and even when it comes to my relationships. There was even a time that I got little sick and she was reminding me to drink my med and asked me to just stay at home to rest for a while (The normal Mami Uchie, thinking of others health before her) I even used to tell her that if Ill get pregnant shell be my midwife wherever I am and that Ill book her a flight if I am abroad. But then I didnt thought this day would happen. One of my greatest fear, death of a loved one. But this one is the hardest, I was supposed to be home end of May to surprise my favorite cousin Mia on her grad but then pandemic happened and so instead I got the biggest surprise of my life - that Mami Uchie is gone.

Mami, I am sorry po but at first I really do not want to see you on your new bed because I am so scared. I am so scared of this day that we can no longer see you, we can no longer touch you,we can no longer hug you, we can no longer hear your voice, I am so scared that someone I love the most and who love me too is now gone forever.

They kept on telling me that God has His reason and I should accept it, I know that but still acceptance will take time for me as for now I will surrender you to the Lord. No more pain, no more struggles, no more machines, no more medicines and no more chemo. I will wholeheartedly let you go Mami. Do not worry about Dadi, Gelli, Ara and Mia we will all be here for them, I especially.

Sleep peacefully Mami Uchie, maybe when we both wake up we will see each other again. 🙏

Mahal na mahal kita Ninang ko.

Mamimiss kita ng sobra sobra Mami Uchie.

Maraming salamat sa pagmamahal mo sa akin at kay Mama.

Iyakap mo po ako ng mahigpit kay Lola Nona, Tita Onie, Tito Tommy, Tita Goyie, Tito Nick, Kuya Dante, Kuya Jayson.

I dont wanna say goodbye, because I know we will see each other on the other side of the rainbow someday.

See you someday Mami. I love you.

❤

Rizzie

Mami Uchie is indeed a true gift from God, I am sure everyone will agree with me. She is literally my fairy godmother, she was there for me when I needed her the most and she touched my life with her magic as how she touched the others. ❤

(1961 - 2020)

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[banglanotebook]

THE BENGALI FAMILY: BASIC RELATIONSHIPS Dhaka, Bangladesh | Muslim

INTRODUCTION Bengali distinguishes bloodlines and marriage partners by using unique titles for each married pairing when it comes to aunts, uncles, and grandparents as well as using these titles to determine which cousins are parented by whom. In English, for example, we have to go through the trouble of explaining to a stranger how someone is related to us, but in Bangla the relationship is already implied by title. In Bangla, blood relation is prioritized when it comes to assigning a title. An aunt and uncle married pair earns their name by whichever partner is related to you by blood, and their children (your cousins) will be named after the blood relative’s honorific title. 

For example, your mother’s sister is your aunt, so you call her khala. Her husband is named after her because of her position as a blood relative, so he is called khalu. You refer to their daughter (your cousin) as your khalato bon, which roughly means “sister from khala.” Blood relatives lend their titles to their families regardless of their gender.

THE ROLE OF RELIGION The most stark differences in familial titles across Bengal result from differences in religious background. Bengal was once a mostly Hindu region and after waves of Persian and Arab influence the language of the region changed. The most dramatic changes can be seen in the communities that converted to Islam and therefore adopted a lot of Persian and Arabic vocabulary. For example, a Hindu Bengali in West Bengal has a কাকা [kaka], who would alternatively be called  চাচা [caca] by a Muslim Bengali in Bangladesh, and a Hindu’s মাসী [masī] might be a Muslim’s ��ালা [khala]. Despite this shift, Muslim families may still use the traditional Bengali terms, as is the case in my partner’s family. They keep the Arabic খালা but prefer to use the Bengali কাকা instead of চাচা. These slight variations come down to familial or regional preference.

DISCLAIMER  This post is based on my partner’s family’s usage, focusing on titles and conventions used by a Muslim family from Dhaka, Bangladesh. This can differ from other Bangladeshi families and from other Bengali families as a whole.

For a vocabulary list of the words used in the chart above, and for additional notes, continue reading below:

MATERNAL RELATIVES Relatives from Mom’s side of the family are highlighted in red on the chart.

নানি [nani] | mom’s mom (grandma) নানা [nana] | mom’s dad (grandpa) মামা [mama] | mom’s brother (your uncle) মামি [mami] | mom’s brother’s wife (your aunt) মামাতো ভাই [mamato bhai] | mom’s brother’s son (your cousin) মামাতো বোন [mamato bon] | mom’s brother’s daughter (your cousin) খালা [khala] | mom’s sister (your aunt) খালু [khalu] | mom’s sister’s husband (your uncle) খালাতো ভাই [khalato bhai] | mom’s sister’s son (your cousin) খালাতো বোন [khalato bon] | mom’s sister’s daughter (your cousin)

My partner exclusively calls his nani নানু [nanu], a term that can usually be used for grandpa or grandma --this is just his family’s preference it seems.

You might hear an extended version of খালা [khala], খালামুনি [khalamuni]/খালামোনি [khalamoni]. I don’t know how common this is, but my partner’s family uses it a lot.

PATERNAL RELATIVES Relatives from Dad’s side of the family are highlighted in green on the chart.

দাদি [dadi] | dad’s mom (grandma) দাদা [dada] | dad’s dad (grandpa) ফুফু [phuphu] | dad’s sister (your aunt)  ফুফা [phupha] | dad’s sister’s husband (your uncle) ফুফাতো ভাই [phuphato bhai] | dad’s sister’s son (your cousin) ফুফাতো বোন [phuphato bon] | dad’s sister’s daughter (your cousin) চাচা [caca] | dad’s brother (your uncle) চাচি [caci] | dad’s brother’s wife (your aunt) চাচাতো ভাই [cacato bhai] | dad’s brother’s son (your cousin) চাচাতো বোন [cacato bon] | dad’s brother’s daughter (your cousin)

My partner exclusively calls his dadi দাদু [dadu], a term which can usually be used for grandma or grandpa; again, this just appears to be his family’s preference.

Be careful with দাদা [dada] --many Hindu Bengalis use this to mean older brother.

Be careful with ফুফু [phuphu] --some people call their aunt ফুপি [phupi] instead.

IMMEDIATE FAMILY Relatives in your immediate family are in gold and white on the chart.

মা [ma] | mom বাবা [baba] | dad বোন [bon] | sister ভাই [bhai] | brother ভাগ্নী [bhagnī] | niece ভাগিনেয় [bhagineŷ] | nephew 

ADDITIONAL NOTES

If you have multiple uncles/aunts on one side of the family you can preface their title with “little/big” based on whether they’re your parents’ older or younger sibling, or with a pet name (if applicable), to specify. Maybe you have two chachas so you call one “boro chacha” (dad’s big brother) and the other “chhoto chacha” (dad’s little brother). Or perhaps you have two mamas so you call one of them “mishti mama” as a pet name.

When addressing an aunt or uncle that isn’t very close to you ie. not related by blood, you should probably pair their name and their title together to be respectful (ex. Dina kaki, Deeba mami). For relatives you’re closer to, you can usually just use their title by itself (ex. phuphu, khala). These conventions may vary depending on the nature of your relationship and the social etiquette within a family. For example, my partner has a mama he’s super close with but he calls him “Shumon mama” anyways, and he calls his mami “Deeba auntie” instead of “Deeba mami”.

In many families older cousins and older siblings are given honorific titles --আপু [apu]/আপা [apa] for females, ভাইয়া [bhaiŷa] for males (ex. Rashed bhaiya, Muni apu, apa, bhai). However, it’s very common for Bengali families to call cousins and siblings all kinds of pet names and nicknames, not just these ones. These specific examples are just the ones that I’m used to.

Your cousin is your brother from another mother (literally!); cousins are basically treated as brothers and sisters.

@ohshelearns was kind enough to read this post over for me a few times --thanks lovely!

If you guys have any questions, comments, or corrections, stop by my ask box! I understand this info might be confusing for new learners, and might also be quite strange to Bengalis who are used to different words and rules x)

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Fran Drescher, Millennial Whisperer – The New York Times

Fran Drescher’s voice, if you ever have the chance to hear it deployed in very close vicinity over shrimp tempura and spicy tuna sushi, is actually quite soothing.

When Drescher played Fran Fine on “The Nanny,” the 1990s sitcom she created with her then-husband Peter Marc Jacobson, she was pitching her voice higher, squeezing it up her nose, acting. Back then, The New York Times compared Drescher to “the sound of a Buick with an empty gas tank cold-cranking on a winter morning.” But here in her living room above Central Park, sitting among crystals, fresh lemons, fine sculpture and photographs of herself meeting establishment Democrats, she sounds more like a Mercedes purring out of the Long Island Expressway. For those who grew up with “The Nanny” as our nanny, her voice is so embedded in the subconscious that hearing the softened version is almost therapeutic. Imagine if Nanny Fine had an ASMR setting.

“I’ve heard it’s like a foghorn, a cackle,” Drescher said carefully, balancing her plate in the lap of her little black dress. “I always just describe myself as having a unique voice.” When she left Queens for Hollywood in the late 1970s, her manager told her, “If you want to play other parts, besides hookers, you’re going to have to learn to speak differently,” she recalled. Instead Drescher leaned into her natural gifts. In 1992, she pitched herself as a sitcom star to the president of CBS: “Because of the voice, they think I’m the seasoning in the show,” she told him. “That’s wrong. I’m a main course.”

America has not heard from Drescher much lately — she has not appeared regularly on television since her TV Land sitcom “Happily Divorced” ended in 2013, and “The Nanny” is sadly hard to stream — but this week, at 62, she returns to TV with NBC’s “Indebted.” As in the pilot of “The Nanny,” Drescher appears unexpectedly on a doorstep, except this time, it belongs to her adult son (Adam Pally). She and Steven Weber play Debbie and Stew Klein, a couple of boomer dilettantes who crash their kid’s married life with the news that they’re in debt. The role of Debbie, a boundaryless hugger who swans around her son’s suburban home as if it’s her own personal retirement community, inverts the “Nanny” dynamic: Now the kids have to take care of her.

When Drescher weighed whether to take on the show, a family sitcom that draws on generational conflict, she thought of her own family. “My parents, who are still alive, thank God, were so excited about me being on network television again,” she said. “You know, not everybody could find TV Land,” she added, “but everybody could find NBC.”

The role was not written for Drescher, exactly. The pilot script had called for a “Fran Drescher type,” and when the real Fran Drescher signed on, she required a few adjustments. “People are used to seeing an annoying mother-in-law in a sitcom, but that’s not what I signed up for,” Drescher said. “When you have somebody whose persona is bigger than the part, you got to make it right for me. Or why have me?”

That meant giving Debbie Klein some passions of her own. “I had to bring myself into it,” she said. “I really infused the sex appeal, the sensuality, the vivaciousness of the character.”

“Indebted” creator Dan Levy, a comedian and producer for “The Goldbergs,” said that he originally modeled Debbie and Stew after his own parents, but that the steaminess was all Drescher. “My mom was like, ‘That’s not based on us,’” Levy said. “She elevated that to a whole level that I was not expecting.”

In the decades since Drescher first opened her mouth onscreen, the Fran Drescher type has achieved a quiet dominance over popular culture. “The Nanny” has been syndicated around the world and remade in a dozen countries, including Turkey (where it was called “Dadi”), Poland (“Niania”) and Argentina (“La Niñera”). In “The Nanny,” for anyone who doesn’t have the chatty theme song implanted in her brain, Drescher plays a Jewish woman from Queens hired to tend to the three precocious children of a wealthy English widower, Maxwell Sheffield, who is also Broadway’s second-most-successful producer (after his nemesis, Andrew Lloyd Webber). In foreign versions, the ethnicities are recalibrated — in the Russian one, the nanny is Ukrainian — but the Fran Drescher type is otherwise preserved. Wherever she goes, the ethnic striver is transplanted into a posh setting as the help, and her appealing culture and individual charm pull off the ultimate makeover — reinventing the strait-laced insiders in her own brash image.

Across the internet, Fran Fine is helping to perform similar tricks. With her pile of hair, power-clashing wardrobe and cartoon proportions, she has been fashioned into an avatar of stylish self-respect. In GIFs spirited around social media, she can be seen in a cheetah-print skirt suit, sipping from a cheetah-print teacup; inhaling a plate of spaghetti with no hands; and descending the Sheffields’ ivory staircase as if entering New York’s hottest club.

“I send this when I’m excited,” Drescher said, summoning her phone from her assistant Jordan and thumbing to a GIF of Fine twirling across the mansion in a fuchsia dress and a self-satisfied look. “How many people can send their own GIF?”

The Fran Drescher type is a kind of advisory role. First she was the world’s nanny, showing kids how to mix prints and be themselves, and now she has matured into a cool-aunt persona, modeling a fabulous adulthood. (“Broad City” made this transformation literal, squeezing Drescher into a low cut rainbow and cheetah-print dress and casting her as Ilana’s Aunt Bev, and by extension the spirit guide for a new generation of Jewish comediennes.) “I’ve never had kids, so I’m not really parental,” Drescher said. “I’m a mom to my dogs.”

“I’m kind of an influencer,” she added. Drescher has led an unconventional life, and “I share it,” she said. “It gives my life purpose.” In two memoirs, she has discussed being raped at gunpoint in her 20s, surviving uterine cancer in her 40s, and divorcing Jacobson only to acquire a new gay best friend when he subsequently came out. Recently she thrilled the internet when she revealed that she has secured a “friend with benefits” whom she meets twice a month for television viewing and sex. “I don’t think it’s that shocking a thing,” Drescher said. “I’m not in love with him.”

The kids who grew up watching “The Nanny” are now Nanny Fine’s age, old enough to properly covet her closet and cultivate a newfound respect for her persona. On Instagram, the @whatfranwore account catalogs classic “Nanny” outfits, and @thenannyart pairs them with contemporary art pieces. Cardi B once captioned a photo of herself in head-to-toe cat prints: “Fran Drescher in @dolceandgabbana.” The actor Isabelle Owens will mount a one-woman song-and-dance show dedicated to Drescher in New York this month, called “Fran Drescher, Please Adopt Me!” “As everything from the ’90s comes back, people are rediscovering her,” Owens said, noting Drescher’s fashion, her confidence, and her voice; Owens is still working to perfect her impersonation. “There are so many layers to it,” she said. “It’s so delicate and lyrical.”

The Fran Drescher type, no matter how big it gets, still risks reducing the woman behind it. “All of her is in me, but not all of me is in her,” Drescher said. “I don’t think any of my characters could have ever created and executive-produced ‘The Nanny.’” Fran Fine might have been able to wrap the boss around her red-lacquered little finger, but Drescher is the boss. When she secured her own New York apartment, in 2004, it was here, just across the park from the house that stood in for the Sheffield mansion on “The Nanny.” Soon her transformation into Mr. Sheffield will be complete: She is developing a Broadway show of her own, a musical adaptation of “The Nanny” that she will co-write with Jacobson.

“The Nanny” is a timely bid for Broadway. Drescher takes the stage’s most classic feminine archetype and gives her a modern upgrade: She is Eliza Doolittle if she refused to take her voice lessons.

That’s perhaps the biggest misconception about the Fran Drescher type — that the voice is an unfortunate obstacle, rather than a cultivated asset. Once, a fan asked Drescher about the classic “Nanny” scene where Fran Fine goes for sushi, naïvely swallows a wad of wasabi, and says, in an eerily neutral broadcaster’s voice, “Gee, you know, that mustard really clears out the nasal passages.” The fan wanted to know how Drescher had managed to pull that voice off. Sitting in her parkside apartment, perched in her producer’s chair, confidently apportioning her wasabi, Drescher revealed her secret: “I’m very talented.”

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Saying goodbye: What i learnt when my grandparents passed away - more lifestyle

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One morning in May 2019 while i was in office, I received a call from my mother informing me that dadi (my dad’s mother), had passed away.

It wasn’t a shock, far from it actually- it was a relief. My grandmother, who’s aloo puri i had grown up on, had been bed ridden for several years. It all started with an attack of facial paralysis, and things only went downhill from there. She had arthritis, suffered weight loss and was in pain- it eventually reached a stage when she was not able to move out of the house. Just to get her inside a car if we were going out would take a good five minutes. Towards the end she had basically been reduced to a skeletal frame.

When visiting her during my trips to Kolkata, i would just sit beside her. Many times that would involve just trying to make conversation with a person who had fallen into a depressed state due to the prolonged medical issues she was facing. The last few times i visited her she would just be sitting there on the bed, not wanting to talk.

Till that day, when she passed away, i was of the opinion that when someone close to you passes away, the main reason to go and visit them would be to attend the funeral. To basically see them one last time before they turn to ashes or are buried.

With my grandmother as a baby.

But the nature of life is such that many times it teaches us something new.

I was based in Delhi, and would have had to travel to Calcutta to attend the funeral.

However, my parents told me that on the same day around 4 pm, her body had already been taken to the electric crematorium. Now a question popped in my mind – was there any point of going back to Calcutta now that the cremation had taken place? My dadi was no longer there. What was the point of going back to Calcutta?

My parents insisted that I had to come, so i did, although I was still a bit unsure about why was i going.

However, when I went there and met my parents and my uncle (dad’s younger brother), aunt (his wife) and cousin (his son) who used to stay in the same building as my grandmother and grandfather, i slowly began to realise the significance of the visit.

My grandmother in her youth.

If you have never experienced someone’s death in your family or friends circle or been involved in the post-funeral activities, you will not know the importance of being present there.

The reality about some of us millenials is that we might know all the stats and figures about global warming, why climate change is bad and which is the latest Netflix series but we are quite clueless about aspects like these.

When i met my uncle, he started explaining to me that I would be going along with him for some of the activities which needed to be done. The bulk of the work, of course, had already been started by him and was being managed by him. My father at that time was unwell.

Frankly speaking, the way things were going, my uncle would have managed everything on his own and along with my aunt and my brother. But I’m thankful to him that he involved me in the process.

First off we had to give an obituary ad in the paper. The advertisement space needs to be booked preferably two days in advance- and you need to phrase exactly what needs to be written along with giving a photo and important documents such as the death certificate. The ad is not given just to inform people of the death but also to inform when the prayer meet will be held. The remembrance meet in our case (since we’re Sikhs) takes place in the Gurdwara.

Post my grandmother’s electrical cremation, the ashes had been kept in an urn. On the day we were to immerse the ashes, we washed them in a small bucket full of milk, and then put them back in the urn which was covered with a red cloth.

Then we went to the Hooghly river for the immersion and hired a boat for Rs 1000 (negotiable). The boatman provides you life jackets and then we let go of the ashes towards the middle of the river.

This is what we did, others may have a different practice.

Then comes the akhand path which is held at the Gurdwara. The akhand path goes on for 48 hours after which the closing prayer meet takes place for which people are invited through the newspaper ads.

Eight months later, my grandfather passed away. Aged 90, he had been born in 1930 in Sialkot (then undivided India), Pakistan. He was in the Indian National Hockey team, post which he joined the customs. He had also qualified for the Olympics, but at the same time received a job offer from the Customs department, which he chose instead.

My grandfather is top extreme left- part of the winning Bengal team in the 1952 nationals.

(Left to Right) Gurbux Singh (member of the India national hockey team that won the Gold Medal at the 1964 Summer Olympics, Tokyo), Bir Bahadur Chetri former Olympian goalkeeper, my grandfather Rajbir Singh and Leslie Cladius (member of the Indian hockey team that won the Olympic Gold in 1948, 1952 and 1956 and silver in 1960.)

(Left to Right) Uncle, my grandfather, my father and my mother. My grandfather loved his whisky.

With my grandfather during one of my birthday parties in Kolkata.

This time, I knew the entire post funeral process which had to be followed and wasn’t as clueless as I was the last time. It was also when I got to spend more time with my uncle for a change.

But with the passing away of my grandparents, it truly was the end of an era. It was my grandfather with whom i used to have several discussions on partition, hockey and much more. While visiting my grandparents at their home in Kolkata, i would first spend some time with my grandmother, and then lie down beside my grandfather in his room normally during the afternoons. I would ask him about pre-partition India and he would tell me about how he and his family had to leave everything behind in Pakistan and travel to India. At around 3 pm, he would put on this black colour radio which he had, and we would listen to the news together.

Another thing i realised at the prayer meet, was that a partial reality of today’s world is that the one time you meet the family as a whole is during marriages and funerals. Now whether that is because the times have changed, life has become more fast paced or because the nature of jobs and people are very different now is something i leave to you to decide.

The author tweets at @shadowwarior and can be reached at kabir.bhandari@htdigital.in and Instagram.com/kabirsinghbhandari

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Issues that arise when you start your amaal at 11:30

The first two two-rakat salaat and ziyarat are fine After the first day's set of salaat: "wait how many day's worth are we reading? Six? Really?" After the second day: "okay so each day takes like 20 minutes" After the third: "okay halfway through" "that's still another hour" After the fourth: "can we do these sitting down?" After the fifth: "they're going quicker now" "shush stop talking keep reading" After the sixth: "should we just do sehri now, it's 2"

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Like people, grandparents play key position in child-rearing amongst elephants, nice apes, cats

http://tinyurl.com/yyarf98j After we had been younger, yearly, we spent two months with my mom’s mother and father on an enormous farm in a village close to Bhopal. We slept in mosquito-netted beds within the backyard, shelled peas and roasted inexperienced channa, we performed pitthoo and all kinds of indoor video games with shells and seeds. We had been fed relentlessly. Did I ever sit down and ask my grandmother issues about her? Not that I keep in mind. I known as her Dujama and learnt her identify 20 years later! I used to be far an excessive amount of in awe of my grandfather to even speak to him. My granddaughter is shy. As soon as she loosens up she tells me all about her world. However she, like me as a toddler, has expressed no real interest in who I’m or what I’m all for. I’m her Dadi and that’s sufficient for her. Will my granddaughter keep in mind me when I’m gone? She is just too younger now however I shall to attempt to go on as a lot as I do know to her—about my household and the world round us and maybe the way to survive it. Are we the one grandparents? Do any animals know their grandparents the best way people do? For many species, the reply is not any. Bugs unfold out instantly and those which can be in neighborhood housing—like ants and bees—are introduced up communally in nurseries by feeders and caretakers. In 2010, researchers reported, in Present Biology, that in gall-forming aphid colonies, older females defend their kinfolk after they’ve ceased to breed. Most birds don’t recognise their relations after their first 12 months. There are exceptions to this, particularly amongst social birds equivalent to cranes, crows, and jays. A 2007 research, within the journal Evolution, discovered that older feminine Seychelles warblers assist their offspring elevate chicks. Canada geese additionally keep in mind their mother and father, and should even rejoin their mother and father and siblings throughout winter and in migration. There may be cooperative breeding and care in about 200 species of birds however that doesn’t essentially embrace grandmothers. Elephant herds are sometimes led by grandmothers who collaborate with their daughters to boost the younger. Reuters In some instances, the lifetime of the wild mammal is so brief that the grandparents are lifeless earlier than the grandchild is of an age to know them. In some instances, the youngsters unfold out in order that they don’t compete for sources—male tigers, for example—so the possibilities of working right into a grandparent are slim. In lots of species, the mom and grandmother combat one another for sources, in the event that they’re in the identical space. However, there are such a lot of that stay in sociable close-knit teams. People, whales and dolphins have advanced to stay properly past child-bearing age as a result of this helps elevate the survival possibilities of their descendants, argues a brand new idea of ageing in social animals. Dr Ronald Lee of the College of California, within the journal Proceedings within the Nationwide Academy of Sciences, says “In some species, post-reproductive females make substantial contributions to their descendants, both by direct parental care or by grandparental care. Publish-reproductive bottlenose dolphins and pilot whales babysit, guard, and even breastfeed their grandchildren.” Many whale species journey in household pods that embrace each grandmothers and grandcalves. Orcas and short-finned pilot whales, belugas and narwhals, undergo menopause. As soon as they cease reproducing, grandmothers cease competing with their daughters for mating alternatives and that allows them to stay in and play an necessary position in social pods, the place all of the female and male offspring keep collectively. Research present that grownup orca sons usually tend to survive with their moms round. Orca grandmothers typically lead their pods and may stay for many years after they cease reproducing. Scientists, writing in Present Biology, say that the elders are necessary as a result of they assist the pod survive by remembering the most effective locations to seek out meals and share fish with their grandcalves. In teams of sperm whales, outdated females assist babysit the younger whereas their moms dive for meals. Nice apes seem to pay attention to their grandchildren, and have even been recognized to foster grandchildren if the mum or dad is lifeless or ineffective (identical to people). Rhesus monkeys and langurs stay with their daughters and grandchildren in loving relationships and the grandmother is the boss. The grandmothers are in control of defending the group’s kids in opposition to assaults from people, canines and different monkeys. Inside the group, grandmothers give their grandchildren particular remedy, grooming them and disciplining them in the event that they step out of line. Elephants typically stay in massive households of infants, juveniles, and moms. Elephant herds are normally led by the grandmothers who collaborate with their daughters to boost the younger. In a research, in Scientific Experiences, scientists discovered that the calves of younger moms had been eight occasions extra more likely to survive if their grandmothers lived close to them than in the event that they did not. The skilled matriarch was extra more likely to supply options in life-threatening conditions than the inexperienced mom. Grandmothers led the household to the correct locations to forage or drink, or when interacting with different elephant households. Based on a research accomplished of 834 elephants in Kenya’s Amboseli Nationwide Park over a interval of 40 years, researchers say, “The brand new and thrilling a part of our research is the robust impact females have on the replica of daughters and granddaughters of their household. Daughters of long-lived moms lived longer themselves and had increased reproductive charges.” Feral cat colonies, based on cat behaviour specialists on the College of Bristol, are “primarily based round multigenerational cooperation between females—grandmother, her daughters, and their kittens”. Male cats will not be concerned in elevating younger. Do canine grandparents acknowledge their grandchildren or do they only deal with them as random canines? It relies on the “bonding” interval they’ve when they’re born. In the event that they get a couple of months collectively, they’ll recognise one another. If the grandparents of the pups are round, when they’re puppies, they could attainable be capable to recognise them if given this identical bonding alternative. Although grownup canines can recognise shut kinfolk, that capacity relies on what occurred to the canine as a pet. Their genetic ancestors, the wolves, nonetheless transfer in household packs by which the mother and father maintain the very best standing and are the pack leaders. A household of wolves will be massive and prolonged, together with aunts and uncles, siblings, grandparents, and even adoptees. The fundamental type of a wolf pack consists of a bonded pair, referred to as the breeding pair or alphas. These are the leaders of the household and their bond can final a lifetime. The alpha pair are practically all the time the mother and father or grandparents of the opposite pack members till they turn into too outdated to proceed as leaders, by which case, if they’ve been benign leaders, their descendants will take care of them. In the event that they had been bullies as alphas, they are going to be pushed out. Based on Lee’s idea of ageing, if a species makes no post-birth funding in elevating its offspring, then the species relies upon fully on fertility, not on a protracted life. For instance, butterflies lay many eggs, then die. However, in species the place mother and father have few offspring and make investments time and power into selling their kids’s survival, pure choice would logically favour an extended lifespan. So, if grandparents assist their kids succeed as mother and father, this may favour residing even longer. Anthropologists have discovered clear proof that older girls have a helpful impact on grandchildren in conventional societies. 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Namkeen Jave, a savoury vermicelli dish from Uttar Pradesh India, served mainly for breakfast or at tea time. Vermicelli are whole wheat or semolina noodles(kind of) that are quite popular in India. These noodles are used to prepare lot of breakfast or snack items(sweet and savoury, both) with the variations in the ingredients depending upon the region and state.

In Uttar Pradesh Vermicelli  is are popular with the name of Jave or Jawe.

Meethe Jave (Sweet vermicelli) or namkeen Jave (savoury preparation). Meethe Jave are made when vermicelli is cooked in milk till thick kheer like consistency, with or without nuts like almonds and raisins.

Namkeen Jave (Savoury Vermicelli or Seviyan) are very easy and quick to prepare. This is a no fuss dish and can be adapted a per one’s availability of vegetables.

I still remember, when I was a kid, my dadi(grandmother), mom and aunts used to make with hands. Making Jave with hands was a time consuming process. I playfully used to try making jave with my hands but every time I failed  :).  I always thought that making Jave required some special expertise( I suppose) that their vermicelli used to come out very fine and perfect. Nowadays Vermicelli packs are available, very few people are still there who make this vermicelli with hands. And trust me the taste and the texture of the dish made with handmade Jave is very different then what we get from the packed ones.

As a kid when I used to go to my hometown, namkeen jave were served to guests along with other snacks with tea. At my mom’s place Jave used to be one of the Sunday breakfast item. I too make it quite a lot, many times fro dinner also when I need to make something quick and easy, without spending time in kitchen. These days there are lot of variations of the dish have come up like vermicelli pulao, vermicelli upma and so on..I grew up eating this simple version where vermicelli are cooked in desi ghee with onions and thinly sliced potatoes(with or without tomatoes). Desi ghee imparts a unique taste to the dish. I still make Jave in the same utentic way many times and my kids too love this version. 

Here I present you the simplest recipe for Jave just with onions and potatoes. Let’s see how I make it..

Namkeen Jave/Jawe

Namkeen Jave, a savoury vermicelli dish from Uttar Pradesh India, served mainly for breakfast or at tea time. Made with onions and potatoes in desi ghee this is one of the simplest breakfast item. 

1 Cup Vermicelli

1/2 Cup Finely Chopped Onions

1-2 Green Chillies

1/2 Cup Finely Chopped Potato

1/2 tsp Turmeric Powder

1/2 tsp Red Chilli Powder (optional)

1-2 tbsp Desi Ghee/Oil

Salt to taste

Dry roast Vermicelli till light brown in a pan. Once doen take out and transfer to a plate/bowl.

In the same pan or a different one,heat ghee, add cumin seeds. Once cumin seeds crackle, add onions and finely chopped green chillies.

Saute till onions are light pink.

Add finely chopped potatoes and cook till the potatoes are soft. You can add 1-2 tbsp of water to cook potatoes, turmeric powder and red chilli powder. Adjust the spice level when making for kids.

Once potatoes are done add roasted vermicelli and salt. Mix and add 1.5 cup water. 

Cover the pan and cook on medium flame tll the water evaporates and jave soft. Prees 2-3 strands between the index finger and thumb. 

Take off the flame and keep it covered for 1-2 minutes. Fluff lightly with fork and serve ho, with tomato ketchup or squeeze some lime/lemon juice and chopped onions and enjoy!!

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So do try my way of making Namkeen Jave in Desi Ghee. You will the love the authentic taste.

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Aditi says Shivaansh has created a mess here. Nandini asks what type of language are you using. Shivaansh says very bad, what’s this line. Aditi says its his language, he was saying such weird lines, my work has increased, Gajni escaped because of him. Nandini says its because of you, why did you send him to interrogate Dara. Aditi says its his mistake, he asked Gaitonde to uncuff Dara, I had to leave Gajni and go to rescue him. He jokes. Aditi asks him to see his words usage. Nandini says I m not a class teacher, but a police commissioner. She asks him why did he uncuff Dara. He says sorry, I believed him. Aditi says its tough to believe loved ones, he trusted a criminal. He says I think someone special has broken your trust. She goes. He asks Nandini has she always been like this. Nandini says some incidents change people, its a long story. He coughs. She gives him a glass of water and asks are you fine. He says always. She says thank God Aditi saved you from Dara, this work has danger, why are you putting yourself in danger. He says I can do anything for my Nani and Dadi, I want to fulfill their wish, they want to see me fight in action film, I have only done romantic films, I want my last film to be an action film for their sake. Nandini says you are too stubborn, but this shouldn’t happen again. He says sorry for this, its my fault, I promise I won’t repeat it. She says talk to Aditi. He says you talk to her. She says I will try. Khanna gets lunch for him. Nana and Gaitonde join him. They just see vegetables. Khanna says Shivaansh eats this. Shivaaansh says actors have to diet to be fit. Gaintonde says so you are so fit. Nana says maybe he observes fasts. Aditi gets her tiffin and sits. She eats. Gaitonde says Aditi is the best cook in the world. Khanna says Shivaansh doesn’t cook or eat such food. Shivaansh sees Aditi. Khanna gives green tea to him. Aditi drinks milk tea. She gives laddoo to them. Gaitonde says its really good. Khanna says thanks, Shivaansh won’t be able to have it. She says its his wish. Shivaansh says let me eat sweets today, this is so delicious, its really good. Gaitonde says at least, you are happy now, we apologize for whatever happened. Khanna asks what. Nana says Dara attacked SSO. Khanna asks is this true, why didn’t you tell me. Shivaansh says relax. Khanna says its about your safety, come with me. Shivaansh refuses. Khanna thinks. Nani comes and asks Shivaansh to come home. She says what if something happened to you. Aditi says its our duty to do this, what need does he have to do this, what if he doesn’t look good, who will look at him. Shivaansh says you say you aren’t my fan, but you worry a lot for me. Aditi says if you leave, we can focus on our work. Nani takes him. Aditi says thank God he is gone. She orders a tea. Shivaansh comes back and jokes on her. She asks did you forget something. He says I came to remind, I come and leave on my own, you think I couldn’t charm my Nani. He sits down and says I m back baby. Its night, Shivaansh comes home and says why is it so dark. He calls out everyone. Some girl comes downstairs, holding a candle. Gumnaam hai koi….plays… He asks who is there… and gets scared. He hugs her. Lights come. He says I m an actor, and its you who is acting here, where is Dhruv. Dhruv says we worked so had, you didn’t get scared. They hug. Aditi gets her aunt’s call. She says don’t worry, I will reach there soon. Shivaansh asks where is Shivani. Radhika says she has stayed there for exams. Dhruv says she is a favor of parents, Om and Gauri too. Radhika says she stays with them unlike us, who stay with you, we go to London once a year to stay with our parents, still you love Shivani more. Shivaansh pats Dhruv’s face. Dhruv recites a poem. Shivaansh asks how do you recite poems like Om when you are Rudra’s son. Dhruv jokes. Shivaansh says okay, relax, I missed you both. Nani says when I see their love, I recall Shivomru, Shivaye couldn’t live without Omru, Shivaansh can’t live without Om’s daughter Radhika and Rudra’s son Dhruv. Khanna says they are Shivomru of this season/generation. Nani recalls Shivomru and cries. They hug Nani. FB shows Rudra and Bhavya see Shivaansh and Dhruv making a tower. Rudra says Dhruv went on me, Shivaansh went on his dad, they are Obros 2.0, Shivaansh and Dhruv will be together like Shivomru. They see little Shivaansh and Dhruv, and smile. Om plays with baby Radhika. Gauri asks him not to play hide and seek. She says I don’t want another baby. Om says I have Radhika and you as well. She says what if she misses siblings. He says Shivaansh and Dhruv are there to love and protect her, like Shivaye and Rudra love me. FB ends. Nani goes and gets juice for them. Shivaansh refuses for juice. Radhika gets hurt. Shivaansh worries for her and asks Khanna to get medical kit. He does the aid. Radhika says its not hurting me as its paining you. Nani looks on. Aditi says aunt got a heart attack, I have to go to her, she needs me. Mohini asks her to go tomorrow. Aditi says keep the door locked, don’t worry, I will go. She stops and goes to hug Mohini. Mohini asks her to take care. Aditi leaves. Shivaansh says I will call a doctor, its not a little wound. Dhruv jokes. Shivaansh asks for another phone. Nani says you went on your dad, she will be fine, she doesn’t need a doctor. He says yes, see I m fine. She walks and screams. Shivaansh asks are you hurt. She says I m perfectly fine, I was joking. He hugs her. Precap:Shivaansh says I have helped you and got tea for you, you will need my help in solving this case. Aditi says I handle my cases on my own. He says you will need my help. She says we shall see. Update Credit to: Amena (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({});

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Trip back home

I’m standing in front of my childhood home after three decades. It’s still as tall as I remember, but somehow it feels like I’ve lost some height. It’s familiar and unfamiliar. This moment is so overwhelmingly cathartic I don’t know what I’m feeling. When we first left here for Canada I always imagined going back. Now that I’m here, I can’t figure out why I feel so out of place.

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I pull open the white gates and step inside. All the pots that held Abba’s plants are gone. Well, there are some left, but the plants in them have no life and are shrivelled up.

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I look to my left, expecting to see my uncle’s pet birds, but of course, there is nothing but an empty cage, because this is an empty house. I look to the right and see the AC that gave me that scar when I was five. I still stare at that scar on my forearms sometimes.

I walk towards the staircase and begin to make my way up. Normally, I’d start from the ground floor but I’m not ready to go there yet.

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I walk up the cement steps and find myself standing on the balcony I used to play in. I walk up to it and stare at the drive way beneath me, where I was standing just a few moments ago. As I’m looking down I remember that time when that crazy woman threw a trash bag out of her window and it landed on Baba’s head. I chuckle at the memory. Even though I wasn’t there to witness it in person, I can perfectly picture it, as if I was. I feel that way about all the events that occurred in this house. At this point it’s hard to remember which memories are my own.

From up here I can the lawn, too. I see the tree that Abba used to sit beside. I remember once when I was playing there with Rehab, and Baba was talking about how when he was a boy, he could climb any tree and his older brother always struggled. I remember the night when my parents, aunts and uncles sat on the grass and just talked. I think the adults drank tea. They talked about how so many couples these days get divorced. They said it was because people are losing patience for one another. Sometimes I miss that night.

I turn away from the balcony and stare at the space around me. Many of the ceremonies for my cousin’s wedding were held here. One event in particular was incredibly fancy. The space was packed, and I was a flower girl. I remember some woman demonstrating to me how I should throw the flowers, and then I tried to follow her directions, by throwing them directly in her face. The adults got a big laugh out of that one. I still remember the night when my family and some other relatives sat together and watched my cousin’s wedding video on the balcony. Most of my memories of this place are from when my cousin was getting married, I think it was one of the rare times when her parents hadn’t rented this space. A lot of the prep for the wedding happened right here. For example, in the room on my right, the kids had their dance rehearsals.

I walk into that room. I think this was the room that my parents moved into after they got married. I don't remember anything from that time, but I can picture my parents waking up in the middle of the night and walking around the room, in efforts to put my sister and I back to sleep when we were babies.

I step out of there and walk towards the stairs. The other portion of this floor isn’t very familiar to me. I did spend a lot of time there, though. Back when my sister and I were little, I remember playing in one of the back rooms with our friend. I don’t want to go on the roof either, even though I’m curious to see what it looks like now. Baba got my sister and I two bunnies when we were little. I always imagines that they lived on the roof.

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I’ve been standing still for some time now. I can’t avoid the ground floor anymore. Some part of me has been nudging me to head there and I can’t ignore it anymore. I sigh and begin to make my way down.

I walk through the same passageway through which I’ve walked so many time before. I open the door and step into the television lounge, a place I have so many fond memories of. It’s covered in thick dust but if I close my eyes, I can still picture it clean and full of life. Abba used to sit here and watch the news. Dadi read the stories that came in the newspapers in this room. Abba used to pray here. This is where we spent most of our time everyday.

Out of all the rooms on this floor, I’m most eager to head to my grandparents’ room. I walk in, and am surprised to see that the bed is still here. I sit down at the edge of the bed. It’s just now that I’m noticing how quiet the house is. A sudden chilling feeling runs through me as I remember that Abba passed away in this room. I wasn’t there to see it. I didn’t go to the funeral, either. Since all of this happened in my absence, I sometimes still expect to find him here.

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I wonder what he would say if he saw me now. I didn’t pursue a career in science or law. Would he be proud that his granddaughter became a writer? We don't have many writers in the family. I always wonder if he would be disappointed if he saw me. After all, I’ve changed so much from when I when I was little. The most drastic change is in my religious beliefs. When I was younger I was much more religious than I am now. As I grew up I realized that I wanted a different kind of lifestyle. I dress and act different. All my clothes don’t cover me from head to toe anymore. I don’t believe in arranged marriage. I have different values and expectations for romance entirely. Sometimes I’m glad that he will never know that I’m bisexual. My family is strict and religious, and I would never have a place here. There is no way that he would welcome me with open arms if he knew that I love my best friend, who isn’t a man.

Yet some part of me still wants to see him. I want to tell him that I felt closer to him after he died because I got to know him more through others’ stories. I want to tell him that it makes me so happy to know that he was extremely ticklish, just like me. I want to give him a hug because Dadi told me he cried while telling his friend that my mother had cancer. I want to tell him that I miss him so much, and when we moved to Canada I couldn’t wait to see him again. I want to tell him how much I love him for respecting women who are educated, employed, and mothers. I want to thank him for not being like Dadi.

I stand up and exit the house through the kitchen doors, just so I can see the other side of the house one last time. I close the gates behind me and once again stare up at the house. I want to take in this image and lock this memory in my mind. I turn around and drive off in my car.

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Fran Drescher, Millennial Whisperer – The New York Times

Fran Drescher’s voice, if you ever have the chance to hear it deployed in very close vicinity over shrimp tempura and spicy tuna sushi, is actually quite soothing.

When Drescher played Fran Fine on “The Nanny,” the 1990s sitcom she created with her then-husband Peter Marc Jacobson, she was pitching her voice higher, squeezing it up her nose, acting. Back then, The New York Times compared Drescher to “the sound of a Buick with an empty gas tank cold-cranking on a winter morning.” But here in her living room above Central Park, sitting among crystals, fresh lemons, fine sculpture and photographs of herself meeting establishment Democrats, she sounds more like a Mercedes purring out of the Long Island Expressway. For those who grew up with “The Nanny” as our nanny, her voice is so embedded in the subconscious that hearing the softened version is almost therapeutic. Imagine if Nanny Fine had an ASMR setting.

“I’ve heard it’s like a foghorn, a cackle,” Drescher said carefully, balancing her plate in the lap of her little black dress. “I always just describe myself as having a unique voice.” When she left Queens for Hollywood in the late 1970s, her manager told her, “If you want to play other parts, besides hookers, you’re going to have to learn to speak differently,” she recalled. Instead Drescher leaned into her natural gifts. In 1992, she pitched herself as a sitcom star to the president of CBS: “Because of the voice, they think I’m the seasoning in the show,” she told him. “That’s wrong. I’m a main course.”

America has not heard from Drescher much lately — she has not appeared regularly on television since her TV Land sitcom “Happily Divorced” ended in 2013, and “The Nanny” is sadly hard to stream — but this week, at 62, she returns to TV with NBC’s “Indebted.” As in the pilot of “The Nanny,” Drescher appears unexpectedly on a doorstep, except this time, it belongs to her adult son (Adam Pally). She and Steven Weber play Debbie and Stew Klein, a couple of boomer dilettantes who crash their kid’s married life with the news that they’re in debt. The role of Debbie, a boundaryless hugger who swans around her son’s suburban home as if it’s her own personal retirement community, inverts the “Nanny” dynamic: Now the kids have to take care of her.

When Drescher weighed whether to take on the show, a family sitcom that draws on generational conflict, she thought of her own family. “My parents, who are still alive, thank God, were so excited about me being on network television again,” she said. “You know, not everybody could find TV Land,” she added, “but everybody could find NBC.”

The role was not written for Drescher, exactly. The pilot script had called for a “Fran Drescher type,” and when the real Fran Drescher signed on, she required a few adjustments. “People are used to seeing an annoying mother-in-law in a sitcom, but that’s not what I signed up for,” Drescher said. “When you have somebody whose persona is bigger than the part, you got to make it right for me. Or why have me?”

That meant giving Debbie Klein some passions of her own. “I had to bring myself into it,” she said. “I really infused the sex appeal, the sensuality, the vivaciousness of the character.”

“Indebted” creator Dan Levy, a comedian and producer for “The Goldbergs,” said that he originally modeled Debbie and Stew after his own parents, but that the steaminess was all Drescher. “My mom was like, ‘That’s not based on us,’” Levy said. “She elevated that to a whole level that I was not expecting.”

In the decades since Drescher first opened her mouth onscreen, the Fran Drescher type has achieved a quiet dominance over popular culture. “The Nanny” has been syndicated around the world and remade in a dozen countries, including Turkey (where it was called “Dadi”), Poland (“Niania”) and Argentina (“La Niñera”). In “The Nanny,” for anyone who doesn’t have the chatty theme song implanted in her brain, Drescher plays a Jewish woman from Queens hired to tend to the three precocious children of a wealthy English widower, Maxwell Sheffield, who is also Broadway’s second-most-successful producer (after his nemesis, Andrew Lloyd Webber). In foreign versions, the ethnicities are recalibrated — in the Russian one, the nanny is Ukrainian — but the Fran Drescher type is otherwise preserved. Wherever she goes, the ethnic striver is transplanted into a posh setting as the help, and her appealing culture and individual charm pull off the ultimate makeover — reinventing the strait-laced insiders in her own brash image.

Across the internet, Fran Fine is helping to perform similar tricks. With her pile of hair, power-clashing wardrobe and cartoon proportions, she has been fashioned into an avatar of stylish self-respect. In GIFs spirited around social media, she can be seen in a cheetah-print skirt suit, sipping from a cheetah-print teacup; inhaling a plate of spaghetti with no hands; and descending the Sheffields’ ivory staircase as if entering New York’s hottest club.

“I send this when I’m excited,” Drescher said, summoning her phone from her assistant Jordan and thumbing to a GIF of Fine twirling across the mansion in a fuchsia dress and a self-satisfied look. “How many people can send their own GIF?”

The Fran Drescher type is a kind of advisory role. First she was the world’s nanny, showing kids how to mix prints and be themselves, and now she has matured into a cool-aunt persona, modeling a fabulous adulthood. (“Broad City” made this transformation literal, squeezing Drescher into a low cut rainbow and cheetah-print dress and casting her as Ilana’s Aunt Bev, and by extension the spirit guide for a new generation of Jewish comediennes.) “I’ve never had kids, so I’m not really parental,” Drescher said. “I’m a mom to my dogs.”

“I’m kind of an influencer,” she added. Drescher has led an unconventional life, and “I share it,” she said. “It gives my life purpose.” In two memoirs, she has discussed being raped at gunpoint in her 20s, surviving uterine cancer in her 40s, and divorcing Jacobson only to acquire a new gay best friend when he subsequently came out. Recently she thrilled the internet when she revealed that she has secured a “friend with benefits” whom she meets twice a month for television viewing and sex. “I don’t think it’s that shocking a thing,” Drescher said. “I’m not in love with him.”

The kids who grew up watching “The Nanny” are now Nanny Fine’s age, old enough to properly covet her closet and cultivate a newfound respect for her persona. On Instagram, the @whatfranwore account catalogs classic “Nanny” outfits, and @thenannyart pairs them with contemporary art pieces. Cardi B once captioned a photo of herself in head-to-toe cat prints: “Fran Drescher in @dolceandgabbana.” The actor Isabelle Owens will mount a one-woman song-and-dance show dedicated to Drescher in New York this month, called “Fran Drescher, Please Adopt Me!” “As everything from the ’90s comes back, people are rediscovering her,” Owens said, noting Drescher’s fashion, her confidence, and her voice; Owens is still working to perfect her impersonation. “There are so many layers to it,” she said. “It’s so delicate and lyrical.”

The Fran Drescher type, no matter how big it gets, still risks reducing the woman behind it. “All of her is in me, but not all of me is in her,” Drescher said. “I don’t think any of my characters could have ever created and executive-produced ‘The Nanny.’” Fran Fine might have been able to wrap the boss around her red-lacquered little finger, but Drescher is the boss. When she secured her own New York apartment, in 2004, it was here, just across the park from the house that stood in for the Sheffield mansion on “The Nanny.” Soon her transformation into Mr. Sheffield will be complete: She is developing a Broadway show of her own, a musical adaptation of “The Nanny” that she will co-write with Jacobson.

“The Nanny” is a timely bid for Broadway. Drescher takes the stage’s most classic feminine archetype and gives her a modern upgrade: She is Eliza Doolittle if she refused to take her voice lessons.

That’s perhaps the biggest misconception about the Fran Drescher type — that the voice is an unfortunate obstacle, rather than a cultivated asset. Once, a fan asked Drescher about the classic “Nanny” scene where Fran Fine goes for sushi, naïvely swallows a wad of wasabi, and says, in an eerily neutral broadcaster’s voice, “Gee, you know, that mustard really clears out the nasal passages.” The fan wanted to know how Drescher had managed to pull that voice off. Sitting in her parkside apartment, perched in her producer’s chair, confidently apportioning her wasabi, Drescher revealed her secret: “I’m very talented.”

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