Baked Arrowroot Chips




Why this recipe? 

Quick to make, great to store, healthy option for munching time.

I cup of sliced Arrowroot (120 grams) is only 78 calories. With this baked chips option you will have a healthy snack loaded with folate and B12. It is low calorie and is easy to digest. These crisp chips taste as good as potato chips, even better. 



1 small arrowroot bulb about 80-100 grams
1 tablespoon olive oil
1 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon seasoning


Preheat oven to 200 C degrees

STEP 1. Slice arrowroot to make chips.
STEP 2. Put all ingredients together in a bowl and mix well
STEP 3. Spread evenly, the oil and salt smeared chips on a baking tray on parchment paper
STEP 4. Bake the chips for 8-10 minutes in top rack and then turn them around and bake for another 5-10 minutes.

1. You can make Zucchini, cassava or sweet potato baked chips the same way, adding a bit of minced garlic or ginger will give the chip a different and a nice flavour.
2. For more crispy gluten free options try adding some oats flour, rice flour, or consider adding an egg white when preparing the chips for baking.


Gopesh Mehra, our papa, that’s you


Jan 25, 2018


It is 20 years today that destiny snatched you away from us. We have missed you since then. You have been in our thoughts each day. No words can describe what you were to all of us in the family. Your untimely departure from this world was not only a loss to the family but also to the Indian sports world. Here are a few words that Meizu has put together in an attempt to encapsulate your life and career.

Gopesh Mehra (born 12 June 1932) was an Indian publisher, journalist, and sports administrator. He was the founding Secretary General of the Archery Association of India.[1] and First Secretary of the Asian Archery Foundation. He served several terms as a member of the Indian Olympic Association[2]. He also founded and published the news magazine Sporting News from 1985 to 1987 and authored two books on international sports tournaments.

He was born in Chandni Chowk, New Delhi in India.


Mehra began his career as a sports journalist with The Hindustan Times . He also reported for The Indian Express and The Motherland, an English daily newspaper published in New Delhi. During the emergency, he joined Samachar, the newly merged national news agency.[3] Samachar was closed after the fall of Indira Gandhi’s defeat in general elections.

Mehra then joined United News of India (UNI) where he would go on to cover major international sporting events including cricket series in United Kingdom, Australia, New Zealand and Pakistan. Mehra also traveled to Montreal for the 1976 Summer Olympics, Edmonton for the 1978 Commonwealth Games, Tehran for the 1974 Asian Games, Moscow for the 1980 Summer Olympics, Los Angeles for the 1984 Summer Olympics, Seoul for the 1988 Summer Olympics, and Bangkok for the 1970 Asian Games and 1978 Asian Games[4]

Mehra took early retirement from UNI after he was transferred to Calcutta as the Eastern Regional Manager for UNI. He covered the cyclone in Orissa in 1980.

He was a special correspondent with Associated Press for the 1982 Asian Games held in New Delhi.


Soon after the 1982 Asian Games, Mehra started a weekly news magazine Sporting News that ran for 2 years from 1985-1987.

Mehra also authored two books–Asian Games: A Book of Records (1982) and 1979 Pre-Olympic Games Moscow (1980). He also produced two TV shows for Doordarshan–Yoga for fitness and Asian Games preparations.

He was a member of the Press Club of India and Delhi & District Cricket Association.


Gopesh Mehra attended the Ramjas School in Darya Ganj, New Delhi before completing a BA (Honours) in English Literature from Ramjas CollegeUniversity of Delhi. He then completed a Masters in History from Hindu College, University of Delhi. He was an ardent sports person and played cricket for both Ramjas College and Hindu College.


  3. Mehta, D. S. (1979). Mass Communication and Journalism in India. Allied Publishers. ISBN 9788170233534.
  4. Mehra, G. N. (1982). Asian Games : a complete book of records. Rupa & CO: Calcutta.

External links


Day 77


Mumma, I try to keep myself busy with things to do but every time I pause, I still think of you. When you left us, my grief knew no bounds. I felt completely devastated. I am glad I decided to stay connected with you for all of these days, recollecting your memories. I knew it wouldn’t be easy but I knew it would be worth it. All this while it felt like I was with you, talking to you everyday just like we used to do before October 15.Day 77.jpg

This journey of staying connected to you does have an end, but it is the journey that has mattered the most. It was a journey to deal with pain that I did not expect many to understand, as it was not their journey to make sense of, it was mine. Manoj and the kids were with me all the time, helping me recall interesting anecdotes, picking pictures from archives, suggesting edits to my scribbling and just being with me in all of this. Having said this, there was a part of me that knew I’d have to deal with most of it alone. I also got a few people to join in sharing anecdotes in the last few days and discovered and rediscovered many fond memories of you.

I recall I used to tell you how I wished I could share each and every experience of yours – including the deadly health condition you were in, and you used to get annoyed. While this sharing was not possible, I know that you are no more than a thought away and will walk beside me unseen, unheard, but always near. I hate missing you and not being able to do anything about it. Missing you and not being able to see you is the worst feeling ever. I wish you were here or I was there or we were somewhere together!

All these past 76 days, I have talked to you about your strengths and qualities. Mumma, your life was not easy, being born as a woman more than seven decades ago in India. This was a time when women did not have rights, were not expected to have their own identities or stand up for their dignity. A woman’s life was typically run first by her father and her brothers, then husband and later in life, by her sons. I know you went along with this rhetoric but you still held your head high and tried to hold your ground as much as was possible. Your strength grew in the moments when you thought you couldn’t go on but you kept going anyway. There were times I noticed that you were giving in and these were the times when I felt even more close to you and tried my best to motivate you to be yourself and not give in. It worked sometimes and not so much at the other times. But I can say with a sense of pride that you tried your best each time. I also recall how when I used to support and encourage the girls in the family to try out new things in life, asking them to be themselves, being confident in whatever they do, wear whatever they like and have fun without bothering about what others have to say. You used to lovingly say to me that “ तूने घर की सब लड़कियों को बिगाड़ दिया है, (you have spoilt all the girls of the family) by encouraging them to do things that were unheard of in our family like drinking alcohol, wearing short and trendy clothes, going out for late night coffees and traveling alone to unknown places and much more. Yet, at the same time you always supported me quietly in all of this realizing that the world is changing and we have to move along with it. I feel that this freedom of choice made our girls stronger and gave them the courage to face the world with confidence. I know you were so proud of all our little girls who have become beautiful, confident and empowered young women. Today, as I conclude this journey with you, I promise that I will continue to encourage them to walk untrodden paths and carry forward your legacy of being progressive. I will make every effort to ensure that women in our family have control of their own lives, be it psychological, physical or financial. They will have the freedom to think and decide for themselves. Due to your unexpected and untimely departure from this world, I know that you left some tasks unfinished that you discussed with me, I hereby undertake to work on getting them done as you wanted them done.

Of all the gifts life has offered me, you, Mumma were the greatest of all. I will hold you in my heart forever. चरणस्पर्श (warm regards) and a final adios on social media to you…

Between Day 76 and 77


My dear Mumma, while I am collecting my thoughts for writing the final culminating tribute to you on this 77th day, I have received more kind notes of your memories in the last 24 hours. These recollections are from Kamal जीजाजी (sister’s husband), Shani, Lata माँसी (mother’s sister), Annu मामी (maternal aunt) and Jyoti भाभी (sister-in-law).

Kamal जीजाजी appreciates your uncanny knack of striking a chord with everyone irrespective of age, gender or cultural background. Your formidable courage, your smiling face and your sweet nature were the only constants while you were undergoing treatment. You left an indelible mark on not only him and Neelu दीदी (sister) but also on their sons Shubh and Shrey. He says you have set an example for them to look up to.Day 76 77.jpg

Shani feels these posts have been a connecting thread for everyone in the family and have helped to rekindle your relationships and remind us all how remarkable a person you were.

Lata माँसी(mother’s sister) takes pride in being your sister and wishes that you continue to look upon and bless all your children and grandchildren from the heavens above.

Annu मामी (maternal aunt) recalls that you were more of a loving elder sister than a sister-in-law to her, Jaya मामी (maternal aunt) and बड़ी मामी (eldest maternal aunt). She has fond memories of the times when मामा मामी (mother’s brother and wife) were living in Delhi and had more quality time to spend with you.

Jyoti भाभी (sister-in-law) is feeling lonely without you and reliving the moments as I write these memoirs.

Your life has touched so many lives that it will go on forever. You gave us so much to remember; you are going to be in our hearts forever.

Day 76


Mumma, you had three daughters in law coming from completely different family backgrounds, speaking different languages (mother tongue), having different temperaments and with different professional training. You loved us all equally like your children. I feel like the three of us are the children that destiny forgot to give you.
Today’s tribute is from one of us who has been loved by you immensely as your daughter. For the last 25 years since Simmi was welcomed to the family she has been your guardian when it came to keeping you well and in good spirits. She also played a huge role in giving you courage to fight the deadly health condition that you tackled in the last few years. You loved to talk to her daily not just to be informed about what’s happening in life in general but also to be comforted by receiving answers to questions that no body else could answer. Sometimes she had to answer difficult questions but I guess that only strengthened your relationship with her and brought you two closer
Her tribute below is a testament to the very special bond that you two shared.

“Mamma ,
All three of us have been truly fortunate to have had you as our mother in law. You’ve always been so open hearted and progressive. In fact you were more of a mother and a friend than a mother in law. It is very difficult and painful to accept that you are no longer with us. This void can never be filled and the loss so huge that words fail me. Day 76.jpgI remember when I said bye to you on the 15th night, not for a moment did I think that this was my last goodbye to you. You were unwell but we were all sure you would sail through. None of us could anticipate that the end was so near. It was shocking and traumatic to be told in less than an hour of leaving you that you had suffered a cardiac arrest and were no more. The regret of not being by your side will for ever remain with me.
You and I really grew close during the course of your illness. I would look forward to travelling to Delhi from Bathinda to accompany you to Referral and Research Hospital either for chemotherapy or follow-up. You would have so many questions pertaining to the deadly cancer you were afflicted with. I tried to answer most of them being a doctor but there were few I chose not to answer since they would have unnecessarily disturbed you. However there was one question that I had no answer to. You once asked ” why me?” Are Diabetes and heart ailment not enough ? I guess God knew you had the guts and courage to fight them all. You never ever gave up Mamma. You fought till the last day to emerge a Victor and a true champion.
I would like to narrate an anecdote to prove what a gutsy lady you were. So this happened last year when you, my mummy, Aditi and I were in Bathinda for a short trip. Pankaj insisted that we all accompany him to Bikaner as he had some official work to attend to. We had to catch a train next evening for Delhi. The train was to leave at 5.15. so we reached the station at 4.45, well in time . As we reached the station a train which was going to Delhi started moving. We mistook it to be the one we were supposed to catch and complete pandemonium broke out . There was confusion, chaos and panic..We were told to just run and board the train. Imagine दद्दा (paternal grandma) and नानी (maternal grandma) boarding a moving train. It took us five minutes to catch our breaths and the same time to realize that we were in the wrong train. Lucky for us that the next station was close by so we all deboarded and hurriedly caught a tempo to go back to Bikaner station. In the mean time the station master was requested to delay the train for a few minutes as we were on our way. He said he could not hold on for more than five minutes.To our utter dismay on reaching the platform we saw that this train too had begun to move. We somehow managed to board the last coach which happened to be a general compartment. So in a span of half an hour we boarded two trains both on the move. Kudos to दद्दा and नानी to have accomplished this feat. You were 76 years old then, frail and weak from the illness but nothing stopped you from catching that train. You are and will remain our hero, forever inspiring us . Your loving presence and your endearing smile will be missed by all of us. Praying that you will continue guiding and watching over us from the heavens above.”

Day 75


Mumma, today’s tribute is from Pallavi, the youngest and your favourite granddaughter. She was the dearest to your heart, especially as she was the one who got to spend the most time with you as your roommate and partner in crime in Delhi. Your love for Pallavi was unparalleled, whether it was sharing your only पराँठा (Indian stuffed bread) with Pallavi on the Nepal trip, or offering her the first pick of your heirloom treasures, she was always your most beloved grandchild. Knowing Pallavi the best, you fondly said was “इसके तो तीन ही शौक़ हैं – खाना, घूमना और सोना” (she loves just three things – eating, going out and sleeping) and that “यह तो क़िस्मत की धनी है (she is rich in luck).” May your blessings and good wishes continue to be showered on Pallavi. Here is what your Pallavi has to say to you:

“15th October 2017 was undoubtedly the worst day of my life because that was the day
when you left me. I’m still not able to believe that you are no longer with us. I never
ever thought that this day will come so early, अभी तो हम पाँचों में से किसी की शादी भी नहीं हुई थी (none of your 5 grandkids had even been married yet). As the youngest member of our family and the only single child, I always wanted a sibling and you were the one who said ‘why do you want a sibling when I’m here and you literally proved it. We used to fight, play and love each other like siblings. Day 75.jpgFor me you were more like a sister than a grandmother. Now, as you are no longer with me I am actually living a life of a ‘single’ child and you have no idea how much I miss you. You were my roommate, my selfie partner, my partner in crime, my support system, my motivation and definitely an inspiration. You have taught me so many things that I cannot thank you enough for. I still remember whenever I used to fall ill you used to say ‘तू तो जल्दी हार मान जाती है, देख मैं कितनी strong हूँ’ (you accept defeat too soon, look at me, I am so strong) which used to give me strength. Your mantra was ‘TO NEVER SURRENDER’ and I promise, I never will.
This is the first new year without you. It is completely unbelievable for all of us to accept the fact that we no longer will be able to see and talk to you. Whenever I enter our room I realise that you are no longer waiting for me to come and switch off the light and TV. I used to say goodbye to you whenever I left for college but now when I turn back you are not there, you are not there to wish me good luck for my exams. I miss those times when I used to take a break during exams and you used to say,’ कोई ओलमटिटी कर के आ जाएँगे तेरे दो चार नम्बर’ (you will surely get a few marks with your hanky panky methods). I miss those times, when you were not able to sleep and sing कबीर के दोहे (couplets written by a famous poet Kabir), and I used to fight as I wanted to sleep and you wanted to sing. But now I promise I won’t fight with you or stop you, please come back and sing those songs for me, please. We had made so many plans that are now incomplete without you. We we’re supposed to get a pet puppy, we were supposed to go to Bali….
You were the closest person one can ever be to me. Is this actually true that I will never be able to talk to you? I won’t be able to love you?
Shubham is incomplete without you. Not only Mehra परिवार(family) but every person who has met you even once misses you like anything. God has done the worst thing to us by taking you away. It’s really tough for us to pass every single day without you. If there is any way to get you back we are ready for it.
Keep an eye on me and show me the correct path, give me strength to deal with all the difficulties and problems which will be coming my way. I promise I will achieve
everything you wanted me to, but then you also have to keep your promise by coming back to me in the form of my baby, as you were my baby. I have tried to express my love through this, but obviously this is not enough as we have uncountable memories of you which cannot be expressed in words. All I wanted to say was, I LOVE YOU and I MISS YOU, you will always stay alive in our hearts and memories, FOREVER”.

Day 74


Mumma, you dreaded this grand daughter of yours for her fury and temperament. Yet you adored her for her sweet, witty and open nature. Aditi used to be called तीखी मिर्च (hot green chili) by you. I recall how you enjoyed talking to her and then used to narrate all the interesting conversations to me on our daily phone calls. Your narrations would usually start with “मरी बता भी सब देती है…इतना मज़ा ले ले कर..”( sweet girl..she doesn’t hide anything..and tells all in good spirits..). I recall how I could hear laughter and happiness in your voice whenever you talked about her. She made you smile all the time. Here is a letter from your Addu.

“Dear grandmother,

As I wait at the airport to catch my flight to Delhi, it hits me that Delhi won’t be the same anymore without you! I didn’t realise that calling you up and saying “Dadda I am home! कब मिलने आ रहे हो? (When are you coming to meet me?)” and your classic response “अभी आ जा! क्या खाएगी? पुलाव बना दूँ।(come right way. What will you eat? Shall I make Spiced rice?”) will be one of my most cherished memories now! One of the things I will miss the most hence forth.Day 74.jpg

But because you asked me to always remember you with HAPPY memories, here goes-

There was a drastic change in our relationship as I crossed my teenage years! From looking at you as my grandmother, it moved towards finding a friend in you and then there was no stopping!

How much I miss, your laughter when I would crack those silly jokes and those lessons which shall remain with me for life!

You made me believe that life is beautiful and that success must be celebrated no matter how small or big!

Whether it be you dancing in the rain with me or wanting to go to India gate on days you weren’t keeping well, it all exemplifies how much you enjoyed your 77 years on this planet! Your love for life can be summarised in your last words to me which were “बेटा pray करना की मैं ठीक हो जाऊँ। (My child, pray for me so that I get well).”

Dadda, my love for you is immense and I can never thank you enough for believing in me each time I did not! Not to forget, your genes that I shall forever be grateful for! 😀

I know for a fact that you are spreading happiness wherever you are and that you will continue to shower your blessings on us.

Love always
Your granddaughter!”