Hullo lads!
The first time I had Mor Kali was in KK’s place. It tasted like nothing I’d had before and was unusually filling. This was during those days gone by in Central Avenue Road. Anyways, what I have to relate has less to do with Mor Kali and more to do with moms. We had loads of Mor Kali and there comes this point when your tummy is substantially full and there is a glowing warmth spreading through the body. You are in a state of perfect contentment. Let us call this state ‘Shanthi’. This state, however, should not be confused with the saturation point. My saturation point, in particular, requires a separate post. As we attained our individual states of 'Shanthi' we started refusing the food. Now the moment KK said ‘I’m done’, he is done. But those rules do not apply to yours truly. The generous hostess coursing through the blood of generations of Indian moms rises up in all its glory.
YT: “Venam aunty”.
KK’s mom: “Potuko pa”.
YT: “Venam aunty”.
KK’s mom: “Potuko pa”.
YT: “Illa aunty, fulla irrukku”.
KK’s mom: “Potuko pa”.
The third ‘potuko pa’ was delivered at a higher intensity. Simultaneously, the concave ladle was forcefully thrusted at a point approximately over my plate. As a result, a sizeable chunk of Mor Kali landed on my chest with a dull thud. The rest, thankfully, fell on the plate. What followed, was an awkward silence that usually turns up in these situations. I washed off the Mor Kali, and ate the rest, but the ‘Shanthi’ was gone. What I probably needed to do was eat more Mor Kali, but I felt too awkward to ask. This was ages ago (9th or 10th) and I wasn’t the shameless glutton I am now. I mean, I was a glutton back then too, but I wasn’t shameless. I’ve come across this ‘generous hostess syndrome’ in just about every household I’ve been to. The kid of the house will mutter a rude ‘venam po’ and that is that, but all the politeness in the world won’t save you. And it’s the little things like these that I love about the Indian way of life.
8 comments:
brilliante...i connect with this post so much, as will most indian guys.unfortunately, i havent had this mor kali yet.....but hope to,having read ur and kk's post.
ah... i remember this stuff... but i also seem to remember pavan being around...
Either one of your memories is seriously flawed.
ha ha
hahahahahaha!!! and somehow the friend always seems to be good eater and moms always have to flaunt that aspect to the son!
and this kali... is it the one that they mention in the movies? "jail ponenaa kali thinganum?"
Hullo stranger! In a few years from now, when my blog has a billion his, you fellas who found me in the dark shall be honoured!
Am not too sure 'bout the jail-kali thing. Guess thats just plain kali.
errr... i actually dont remember... lemme see... rhapsoder maybe... were you on his list? i just came bloghopping and here i am! and about the baby thing... i thought i will be disowned for making that statement!!! ;)
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