Well thankless job it is. I surely say so, you finish up the thing which is fit for human consumption and you don’t get that appreciation and much deserved adulation. I, myself belong to this smarter race of people. We want to scoff; we want to eat good food, authentic food. We are open, we are objective and we can eat anything under the only sun we have.Bengalis are known for their eating habits and to top that elite list we have Bengali sweets. Not going far and keeping my self modesty at its own place let me explain, there is a round faced, cute looking; white colored sweet called Rasogulla which they say is the baap of all sweets. We have competitions which turn into ferocious battles of Rasogulla gulping. The person who eats the maximum is bestowed with all love and admiration and then my dear fellas he is a man to look upto.
Children or Older people without a single strong tooth take part in the widely regarded and prestigious ceremony of Rasagulla eating. Not dragging this Rasogulla eating thing further I will tell you a short account of eating
That one fine day, yes fine it was. My uncle was telling a heart absorbing and rib tickling tale of consumption. This is a story of those days when you would get a meal for Rs 6. He and few of his friends in their youth went to this place for lunch. They went to the eating place and ordered the meals. The owner of the shop came with a tinkling smile on his face and happily asked them.’ So fellas how is the food, eat eat this is unlimited meal’. Then it started and yes the metamorphosis started, the smile on his face was well substituted by a grin. He said ‘I did not say to eat this much’. It is being heard after that day the owner who was selling the meal for 18 long happy years had abolished the meal system.
So tales like this prevail in the land of gourmets, epicures and obviously few gluttons. I often sometime think what is there without food; it brings a smile to the face of the poignant one. It is a platform for people to communicate; to converse. It is the opportunity for the introvert to shed his laconic tint and to intermingle with people. It is a topic to discuss, a subject to debate, an object to love. It is a joy, a cheer which enlivens the grief.
Foodie hain hum
Well now it is my time for lunch.
