Diwali has many different rituals and traditions, but one in particular very popular with Punjabis is gambling through the late hours of the night. Playing cards is accompanied with plenty of drinks (usually Jack Daniels or Black Label, all-time Punjabi favourites) and an incredible feast with lots of mithai (sweets) and fireworks.
As a child, my favourite part of this ritual was the fireworks. Growing up in London, the dates closely coincide with Guy Fawkes night, which meant that for about a week, there were fireworks constantly exploding through the night generating pulsing excitement. Here in San Francisco, fireworks are illegal and for good reason. There were most definitely dubiously dangerous times where us kids were kicking at fireworks that we thought we had lit but didn’t go off until you were a little too close! Not to mention the poor environment – intense black smog filling the air, which takes me on a tangent but how and why does Disneyland get away with polluting the air with nightly fireworks??
Now that I’m older, I look forward to the just as dangerous vice of gambling. The ancient myth is that Lord Shiva (an important God in the Hindu religion representing complex themes of creation and destruction) played dice with his wife Parvati. She won and was so mesmerized by her win (as first time gamblers often are) that she declared that everyone who gambles on Diwali night will mint money (which doesn’t quite make sense as there has to be some losers). And to make it worse, anyone who doesn’t will be re-born as a donkey!
Being a pragmatic, I tend to wonder if the gambling thing could have it’s roots in a more practical application. At the end of the harvest season, which is when Diwali falls, farmers needed to chill after all their hard work. But they also had to leave their doors open through the night of Diwali to allow the Goddess Laxmi (the goddess of good fortune) into their well lit clean houses. This meant the door needed to be guarded all night. What better way to stay up through the night and relax at the same time – cards and drinks! Especially when you don’t have hard core farming the next day, you just need the religion to sanction it of course.
My spiritual side contemplates how the gambling could be exploring heavy spiritual themes of cosmic cycles of winning/losing, beginnings/ends, creation/destruction, the grand illusion of Maya and a reminder of the fickleness of luck urging us to create a sense of balance in the pursuit of material success.
Either way – I plan on playing some poker soon! Not that I mind being born a donkey in the next life at all.
We encourage you to feed your office or Diwali party with our discount offer through November 11th to celebrate.Offer can be found on our October Newsletter. And if you need another player for your card game, you know how to reach me!
Last month, India – one of the world’s largest democracies – celebrated 68 years of independence from British rule. We hope some of you were able to come in and celebrate with us and enjoy Chai and Pakoras on the house!
I’m incredibly patriotic and proud to be Indian and was fortunate enough to have spent seven formative years at a boarding school in the pristine beautiful mountains of Panchgani, India. I was, however, born and raised in London and simultaneously identify myself as British. And now 15 years after arriving in SF, I’m also part American too (unless Donald Trump wins the election). Underneath it all, I’m Indian at heart and love spices – whatever all this means. The mind boggles with philosophical questions – what does it truly mean to be Indian or American or British. Do I belong in either country or culture?
Having felt a misfit on and off my whole life I’ve concluded for me it means being able to take the best of each culture and ditch the rest. To appreciate that despite the violence and tyranny that occurred with the British colonialism there were historic events that set some positive side effects in motion. My grandparents suffered through a gruesome horrific splitting of Pakistan and India, leaving them homeless, penniless, losing family members and eventually migrating to England to start all over – resulting in me being able to write this piece here and introduce home-style Indian food to SF.
A more historic piece set in motion – CHAI!! – Until the British stole black tea from China in a great act of industrial espionage and brought the tea industry to India, Chai was unheard of. In order to make substantial profits the British heavily pushed Black tea on to Indians
Indians being who we are, took a strong somewhat unpalatable expensive drink of black tea, made it cheaper by adding milk, tastier by adding spices, sweeter by adding sugar (coincidentally the British also had a mound of sugar to sell) – and theatrics and skill to the pouring of the tea. Almost a century later we have a drink that has stood the test of time and growing in popularity around the world. Not to mention some of the best tea in the world is now grown in Darjeeling India and painstakingly each leaf is individually hand picked, mostly by women. Think of that the next time you sip your chai.
Check out our August Newsletter for our Chai Recipe and other Kasa News!
I was lucky enough to visit Rome a couple of weeks ago. One warm evening as I sat out on a quaint cobbled street sipping on a cocktail, eating the most fantastic soft salami focaccia sandwich I’ve ever tasted (top 10 food highlights of my life!), I wondered why I can’t quite have this feel and experience in SF.
We have incredible restaurants here, with unparalleled food talent and a uniquely SF vibe that I love. We take such pride in our work, and really focus on our product and ideas. Yet this particular feel is just not possible to get in SF. No doubt the lack of hot nights plays a huge part.
The entire restaurant was practically outdoors. Servers were doubling as magicians whipping out tables and settings as soon as customers strolled by. The world cup played on the outdoor rigged cute TV hooked up with numerous extension wires. Small plates of delicious food came out of the tiny restaurant/bar to cheering fans.
No doubt, the weather, the fashionably dressed people, the beautiful architecture and cobbled streets with potted plants and herbs all added to this uniquely Roman Experience, but a lack of rigid rules was a huge driving force that I was truly loving.
Given that my world is entirely consumed by running restaurants, whenever I visit one as a customer, I can’t help but process the experience from a SF restaurateurs perspective.
So much of this experience would have been shut down. I must preface my next few sentences with the fact that I completely understand that rules and regulations are mostly set up for our safety and to avoid chaos. Yet sometimes they kill a certain beauty of experience and pleasure. I’m sure this is highly unpolitical of me to say, but….. the US really may have over regulated the dining experience.
The outdoor seating permits, rules and regulations would have nixed most of the outdoor experience. At most a couple of tables MAY have been allowed. Residents would have gone completely ape s…t at having all of this action going on in their streets. DPW would have possibly combust at the idea of streets being blocked and yet somehow cars and motorcycles were making it through though and I might add, in a rather scary fashion.
I’m not quite sure which department would have had a heart attack with the electrical dangers of the TV setup, maybe the fire department would have a lot to say about potential fire hazards of the dangerous electrical circuitry.
No doubt someone would have been sued by tripping on a wire, although it would have been hard to say who, as so many restaurants and bars were sharing this one TV. The building department may not have allowed the restaurant to actually open in the first place, as the restroom was almost non-existent. And as for the health inspectors!! They would be appalled. None of that food was being stored at either high enough or low enough temperatures, and there was certainly no sneeze guard protecting all the food out in plain sight at this particular restaurant, which means communicable diseases from literally coughing and sneezing on food could have been spread.
I laughed in my head, and fully knowing the hazards of food holding at dangerous temperatures, still decided to go ahead and eat and have a good time. It was nice to know that I was allowed to make this choice for myself.
This is just Italy, imagine India:) Check out this link of a rat temple. An absolute extreme yet fascinating example that really makes me smile. What would the West make of this. Eating with the Rats!!
Link: Karni Mata Rat Temple