Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Poori, kachori hua purana, Guptaji ke nashte ka aaya zamaana!

I recently moved from Bangalore to Delhi. The wide variety of dishes and amazing breakfast had played an important role in making me feel comfortable when I had moved there years back. Now I was moving back to Delhi. After so many years, my fear was that my taste buds may be too reluctant to adapt to different flavors now. My parents had shifted to Dehradun to spend their retired life peacefully. I was all by myself.

I landed in a popular, posh Delhi locality with my baggage. Most of my furniture and kitchen utensils were being transported by a packer. It was going to take at least a week. So, here I was in my own city but somehow felt completely out of place, no familiar faces. With increasing number of tall buildings, we had lesser spaces both in our homes and also on the roads. The first day I managed to survive on couple of bread slices and peanut butter. Bread….boring. How much did I crave for something that was more mouthwatering, something that was different. I wanted something that was healthy but also tasty. I was missing the perfect day’s start.
My dad figured out that one of his friend’s distant relative stayed in the same society. You know how it is in India right? Everyone is everyone’s uncle or aunt. So here I was on a Saturday morning sharp at 8:00 a.m. as instructed standing outside Gupta uncle’s apartment. I felt awkward but I would be lying if I said I was not looking forward to it. Before I take you on the delicious journey there has to be this strange incident that I should tell you about. My neighbor aunty has always been curious about my life- how was I surviving all alone in the big city? Did I have a boyfriend? Did he visit me and so on and so forth? I told her as I locked my apartment, that I was going to visit #guptajikifamily. She almost screamed with excitement vo #KelloggsWaleGuptaji ? At first I could not even make out who was she referring to. Her looks drastically changed from being excited to a sense of envy. She made it evident that she wanted to accompany me as well. I ran to escape her claws. https://www.facebook.com/anaajkanashta.

Hellooooo….helloooo…as I stood there watching a flashback, a sweet, amiable voice greeted me. Mrs. Gupta- she introduced. I was taken in with all the love and affection. There I saw the most inviting breakfast ever at a distant. I was introduced to everyone. Everyone seemed a part of my long lost family. As we all moved towards the yummy breakfast- I could see myself a part of a typical Bollywood, multistarrer drama. There was a wide spread on the table. The dishes looked so tempting. Some had exotic fruits- some had cream. There was no typical, traditional stuff. As I moved closer and became aware of all I was being offered my brain figured it out. There was a good amount of my favorite, healthy, crunchy, delicious #Kellogg’s. How much did I miss you my Kellogg’s. But wait, innovative recipes, different preparations had made my Kellogg’s look much tempting. Eureka- how much could be done with this magical breakfast component. Gupta uncle had already started given me weird looks. I quickly filled my plate with everything that could fit in. I was amazed at Mrs. Gupta’s creativity. With so much yummy variations who would ever get bored of breakfast.

I couldn’t resist my laughter, as I imagined Mrs. Vakeel’s (my neighbor) face. I was the one who had the privilege of eating the yummiest breakfast ever. The heavenly spread had all my attention.
What next??? Was I supposed to go back to my boring, monotonous bread slice story or can I spice it up with some new flavors? As I bid goodbye I waited for the magic words from Mrs. Gupta. I said bye and there she was “beta- come again”. Whoppie this was what I was waiting for. I self-invited myself for Wednesday when I planned to work from home. There was much more in life to look forward to now. https://www.facebook.com/anaajkanashta.

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