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Home | Issues | The Daily Star Home | Volume 3, Issue 50, Tuesday August 01, 2006 |
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For the love of food Lunch, in a different country My mother's smiling face greeted me upon my arrival at the Calcutta (I refuse to call it Kolkata) airport. After a very emotional and difficult last seven days in Dhaka, when I vacillated wildly between spells of happiness at the thought of returning home and the pain of leaving the city that is so close to my heart, it was indeed a very comforting sight. We packed in the three huge suitcases, for which I miraculously did not have to pay any extra baggage, into the waiting two cars and set off for home. My senses were awash with mixed emotions. I had just left my existence of the last seven years, my lovingly made up apartment, my great job and my super colleagues and friends, whom I wasn't sure when I'd be able to visit again. On the other spectrum was the expectation of a new place, a new assignment, a set of new challenges that never fails to thrill me. I guess “dazed” is a pretty good word to describe me at that moment. When I reached home, I was not surprisingly relieved to be there. It was evening by the time we reached home. A little unpacking was followed by a shower and a quick dinner, where the conversation between my mother and myself seemed not to end. I'm sure I fell asleep while still talking. There was so much to talk about, so much to plan, and so much to do. So much to look forward to. Isn't it funny how I haven't mentioned the food yet? Please realise I was swimming in a sea of emotions and at the same time, manfully trying to be an Indian all over again. It was next morning, after solid, dreamless sleep of, oh, 10 odd hours that my mother decided that she would take me to lunch, bless her. Finally, some sign of food in this particular piece. Off we went to this almost fancy yet everybody's favorite Chinese place. It has a little bit of history attached to it. Many moons back, in the Lord's year 2001, if I am not very mistaken, I had gone there with two friends. This place had a famous all-you-can-eat lunch for some peanuts. I remember us packing in so much that the next day there was an ad in the newspaper announcing a price hike of the said buffet! Naturally, expectations were high this time around as well. Seems that the restaurant has come a long way. The smartly attired maitre 'd asked for our names and told us that there would be a twenty-minute wait! We were shown to the plush motif sofas designated for waiting guests. Time flies when you are having fun. Soon our time came and we were smartly escorted to a nicely laid out table. All this for a lunch buffet! Then there was the actual buffet. Non-vegetarian and vegetarian items lined up on two walls. Soups, noodles, fish, prawns, chicken, veggies, mushroom (yes, I do consider them not just as veggies), tofu (yet another not-just-veggie) and the like. My dish was piled mile high. I forgot that I could actually go back and get more. I wanted it all right then and there. The moment of truth. First forkful in mouth. The world came crashing down. Soggy noodles. Fish too sweet. Chicken tolerable. Prawn okay. And worst still, frozen dessert! I realized that I had come of my own. My senses are back to the scathing best. I have recognized bad food for what it is; bad food. I quietly said to myself, “welcome back, my friend”. |
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