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SpotLight Jazzisimo It was a memorable night for many music lovers at the Osmani Memorial Auditorium on the 2nd of October. Organised by The American Center, U.S. Embassy, this one of a kind "Jazz night" was lauded by many music fans. The new taste of Jazz in our saturated city seemed to bring a new dimension to such cultural programs. The show was completely free for the public, the American centre gave out complimentary tickets for the occasion. The band Jazzisimo, really brought the spirit of the music alive, amongst a crowd which really cheered the band on. The band comprises of four amazingly skilled individuals all proven at their own fields. Virginia Mayhew is the saxophonist, composer and arranger for the band. She has been an active participant in the New York jazz scene for over 15 years. With amazing expertise on the saxophone and stunning solo performances she got the crowd to their feet. Allison
Miller is the prized drummer of the group and began playing the drums
at the age of ten. She has performed and recorded around the world.
She stunned the crowd at the occasion with amazing solo drumming, mixed
with fusion with the other instruments. Harvie
S, is the bassist of the band and can be heard on The band played jazz with Brazilian and Afro-Cuban influence. The samba was heavily cheered by the crowd. However, the salsa got everyone tapping and cheering. The surprise treat for the audience was the performance by the U.S. Ambassadors wife. She really captured the crowd with songs such as Embracable You, which really summed up the truly amazing afternoon. Performances such as this from International artists are rare to attend but the number of these shows should definitely increase. After all, the crowd here in Bangladesh is widening its horizons to the taste of music. By Mishel Ali Khan News Flash KoMart's
new outlet KoMart's
target is to cater to the international community in Dhaka, the foreign
nationals, to provide them with products of their own homelands. The
main focus is on the Korean community, of course, as the enterprise
is owned by a Korean national; however, they also offer a range of products
of different international brands, to attract customers of different
nationalities. A spokesman for Komart commented: "As well as providing
the Dhaka-based foreign nationals the products of their own countries,
we also want to give Bangladeshis a taste of Korea; we want them to
try out our products." The prices of some of the products are a bit steeper than those of similar goods in other supermarkets, but it bears remembering that many of the items on offer here are unavailable elsewhere. Many of the food products are beginning to gain popularity amongst deshi consumers as well as European nationals living here, particularly the instant noodle soups and snack items. KoMart is unique in the sense that it has been established without financial assistance from any local banks or business organizations. Future plans include expanding both Dunkin Donuts and KoMart, and extending the range of products and services. Here's wishing them the best of luck. It's definitely a place worth checking out. By Sabrina F Ahmad RECIPES my way by Mahjabeen Khan Interesting
Interactions He is like any other 'kola wala' (banana vendor). Taking great pride in his flawless, greenish yellow bananas and a variety of fruits from different parts of the region. One can watch him arranging and rearranging them every now and then, sometimes taking short breaks, sitting on a tiny stool close to his cart. Nothing unusual, a fruit vendor sitting by a busy street and minding his own business. But if you have the time and are in the mood to strike up a casual conversation, especially if you think that you know more about him than he knows about you, you are in for some on-the-spot entertainment. The professor buys bananas from him on a regular basis. He remembers the first time he discovered the 'kola wala' when one day he took a different path to the university campus. He parks right round the corner from the professor's apartment. Within a week he needed to socialize with his new found neighbor. One afternoon on
his back home he stopped to buy some fruits and asked the 'kola wala',
"So, where are you from?" After a hint of hesitation the man
replied, "bherry phar". To this the man
said rather impatiently, "bherry north." We were in a taxi when my sister's mobile rang. It was our cousin on the other end. The three of us immediately converged on a long catching-up-kind-of-conversation, the phone changing hands every few seconds. As we approached the railway station we finally hung up. When the driver was taking our bags from the trunk we reached for our purses. He beamed at us and said, "Oshombob ! Kunno motey naa.." (Impossible, no way {can I accept anything from you} ). No matter how much we insisted he just wouldn't take the fare. Throughout our ride he must have overheard our conversation and laughter in his own dialect and was momentarily transported with longing and nostalgia for his roots somewhere back home. I needed to buy a phone with a built-in answering machine and was advised to go to a particular shopping area that carried a wide variety of dual voltage electrical goods. The three of us, my daughter, a friend and I set our priorities right and first went and consumed a most delicious buffet of comfort food. After lunch when we walked into this 'departmental' store I was not surprised to see things from fabrics, saris to pots and pans and electrical appliances, from glass bangles and gold jewellery to bed sheets and luggage...everything stacked in one little place! I found a phone I liked with a pleasing price tag on it. Noticing my luck my daughter decided to buy a phone for her Internet and asked the elderly salesperson (possibly the owner) and wanted to have a look at one she spotted in the showcase. (Her accent is very different from mine) He looked at her and asked, "For where?" I saw the puzzled look on her face with this silent 'hello?' expression the members of the new generation use when they are shocked! But she simply replied, "For here". "No, no, nothing for here. Everything for India, Pakistan, Bangladesh...." he replied in quite a dismissal tone and moved away. Not one to accept complete dejection she said, "Oh well, but does anybody do threading here?" The girl behind the counter immediately said, "Yes, Bombay Salon, just round the corner." As we walked out
of the shop our friend asked us, "What is threading?" "You
will see," my daughter replied. Once we were inside 'Bombay Salon'
I quickly slouched into a comfortable chair, almost dozing off after
the huge lunch. As my daughter took her position on a leather swivel
(our friend hovering close by, not ready to miss any of the excitement)
a young woman came with some white thread, twirling the strands as she
approached her customer. Holding the joined end of the yarns with her
teeth and the two other ends with her delicate fingers she groomed my
daughter's brows literally in seconds! But Carolyn, we
were, after all, in Jackson Heights! A whole half an hour's ride from
downtown Manhattan! 1 kilo fish (your
choice of any white, firm fish e.g. bhetki) Cover the whole
fish or fillet well with flour (add a pinch of salt to the flour) on
all sides. In a flat plate spread the beaten egg and turn the fish a
couple of times until it is completely covered with the batter. Spread
the sesame seeds on a tray and again turn the fish covering it with
the seeds, patting gently until it forms a crust. Heat the oil in a
large skillet. Fry the fish, both sides, until cooked and golden brown.
In a separate bowl, mix the soy with sweet and sour chilli sauce. Either
serve it on the side or pour
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