The typical question that comes across every human being during their life time is – Who am I? It also does sound more like the dreadful question as always asked to start a conversation – tell me something about you? Coming to I – Even before I could understand that – God first, World next and I last – I had glued this into my neurons - I first, World next, God last. My identity as gratefully handed over by this social world is firstborn of my wonderful parents, eldest of siblings, related to many a relatives, student, best friend of a few, friends of some, acquaintances, employee, national, transferred national – Errrrrrrrrr! Wait! I am an Indian! I can’t be a British yet in my mannerisms, although by now I have blended into the non-fashionable, nearly obese, always working, Sunday grocery shopping, and weather conversing general populace.
As an Indian to the core – I am more of a foreign calling/skyping weekender, pound – rupee-rate-converting deal hunter. Just today as I was having an early cup-of-Masala Maggie at my desk. – Always remember readers, for a Delhiite, Maggie is the holiest street food ever. We don’t mind waiting in the queue to be served a single plate of soupy Maggie as the morning/evening/noon/night food item. No, it’s not noodles. That’s an insult to its identity – its MAGGIE. So coming to my cup of Maggie – my table side office colleague, after a long weekly spell of blocked nose suddenly quips– What is that smell? Is it coming from your desk? Is it Garlic? It’s so horrible! I was left speechless over this utter foolish remark of such a young girl, who is still to learn tolerance towards food preference of people from around the globe. So I said, - Yes, its garlic… (I am Indian and garlic is my one of many national herbs – I regret not saying this bit!). I so wanted to elaborate upon the funny leaves that you eat raw, give it back saying – your diet of sugar and sugary stuffs alone. Your intolerance to spicy food which you love to show off as ‘exotic culinary taste and chef skills’, your addition of milk to create sauces or making the gravy from the bottled curry paste and calling it yet again - sauce! Summing it up as your lack of taste buds! How boring! Beautiful pieces of morsel that are not edible/filling and then you come to my ‘exotic India’ and suffer from diarrhoea because your digestive system can only digest milk and bread! Pfffffff! Tell me about it! Incredible (India) – isn’t it!
As an Indian to the core – I am more of a foreign calling/skyping weekender, pound – rupee-rate-converting deal hunter. Just today as I was having an early cup-of-Masala Maggie at my desk. – Always remember readers, for a Delhiite, Maggie is the holiest street food ever. We don’t mind waiting in the queue to be served a single plate of soupy Maggie as the morning/evening/noon/night food item. No, it’s not noodles. That’s an insult to its identity – its MAGGIE. So coming to my cup of Maggie – my table side office colleague, after a long weekly spell of blocked nose suddenly quips– What is that smell? Is it coming from your desk? Is it Garlic? It’s so horrible! I was left speechless over this utter foolish remark of such a young girl, who is still to learn tolerance towards food preference of people from around the globe. So I said, - Yes, its garlic… (I am Indian and garlic is my one of many national herbs – I regret not saying this bit!). I so wanted to elaborate upon the funny leaves that you eat raw, give it back saying – your diet of sugar and sugary stuffs alone. Your intolerance to spicy food which you love to show off as ‘exotic culinary taste and chef skills’, your addition of milk to create sauces or making the gravy from the bottled curry paste and calling it yet again - sauce! Summing it up as your lack of taste buds! How boring! Beautiful pieces of morsel that are not edible/filling and then you come to my ‘exotic India’ and suffer from diarrhoea because your digestive system can only digest milk and bread! Pfffffff! Tell me about it! Incredible (India) – isn’t it!
Have a good weekend folks. :)
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