Over the last two days have been trying to coax Rama into frying pakoras....she is classy at it. She is on her iphone chatting friends and relatives, .... what's wrong in making pakoras for a living, she asks; reminds me of not paying her wages or bonus.... for over 40 years have been cooking for you...I want freedom. Its an art... pakora making and eating.... best for evenings with adrak chai... me certain she is into making it .... No, no.. somehow nothing is clicking. Hitched to me walking stick, hobbled down Yogi Nagar Road to make her purchases: carrots, coconuts and Dabur Red large size ... these do not go into making pakoras, of that me am sure as meet Ajit, Niranjan and Raja chewing hot pakoras to a suggestion of a cold wind ... surely not Davos, Toronto or Siberia. 'Aiye, Saab, Bambam Bhole Nath,' an Ajit chewing pakoras from Mahalaxmi Sweet Mart. Pakoras are best in the airs of his Gorakhpur village... a chill, a charpoy, a sweet wife serving plates of pakoras and tea plus gapshaps with friends. 'O maja alag hai,' says Ajit and invites me to his gaon; Pakoras have made Niranjan silent. Ajit promises to fine skills at pakora making with his wife on an April visit; has plans to hawk pakoras on Yogi Nagar Road. Pakoras in the north are a shade tastier than in the south; maybe, the masala is critical. Ajit sees no shame in pakora employment and economics. Pakora is Art. How many chefs in five star hotels can make it; can they beat the bhaiyaji with gutka and dirty fingers standing over a gutter frying pakoras. If you demean pakoras, you demean millions of women cooking in the kitchen free and men on streets plus the many, many eaters. Today, Ajit is not into Yogi but Modi pakora politics. He smiles as Raja comes up with TN politics. Ajit knows nothing of TN politics; Raja is ignorant of UP politics. Popping two pakoras dipped in chutney, Raja praises Rajnikant. 'Awar periyavar Saar. Avar avar than. Rajni Rajni tan, he adds as Ajit and Niranjan listen. He is sure Rajni will be the next Chief Minister of TN. He will not make any money, he does not need it but of his men and women, Raja is unsure. As tea came in plastic cups, a second round of pakoras was ordered and me nibbled the deliciousness. Laughs all round, customers stood around and unkind words in the media for pakoras and pakora making deleted. Isnt it a way of living. You cant get it in Canada or Siberia. At Davos, Ajit could be making and selling hot pakoras to Shah Rukh Khan and Modiji and Uday Kotak to beat the cold. It could go well with Ramdev yoga sessions proposed at the world meet. Free for journalists. Where is the shame? On the way back, picked up a branded packet of basin powder. Maybe by 5 in the evening, Rama will oblige. Pakora hopes never die.
Tuesday, January 23, 2018
Pakoras
Over the last two days have been trying to coax Rama into frying pakoras....she is classy at it. She is on her iphone chatting friends and relatives, .... what's wrong in making pakoras for a living, she asks; reminds me of not paying her wages or bonus.... for over 40 years have been cooking for you...I want freedom. Its an art... pakora making and eating.... best for evenings with adrak chai... me certain she is into making it .... No, no.. somehow nothing is clicking. Hitched to me walking stick, hobbled down Yogi Nagar Road to make her purchases: carrots, coconuts and Dabur Red large size ... these do not go into making pakoras, of that me am sure as meet Ajit, Niranjan and Raja chewing hot pakoras to a suggestion of a cold wind ... surely not Davos, Toronto or Siberia. 'Aiye, Saab, Bambam Bhole Nath,' an Ajit chewing pakoras from Mahalaxmi Sweet Mart. Pakoras are best in the airs of his Gorakhpur village... a chill, a charpoy, a sweet wife serving plates of pakoras and tea plus gapshaps with friends. 'O maja alag hai,' says Ajit and invites me to his gaon; Pakoras have made Niranjan silent. Ajit promises to fine skills at pakora making with his wife on an April visit; has plans to hawk pakoras on Yogi Nagar Road. Pakoras in the north are a shade tastier than in the south; maybe, the masala is critical. Ajit sees no shame in pakora employment and economics. Pakora is Art. How many chefs in five star hotels can make it; can they beat the bhaiyaji with gutka and dirty fingers standing over a gutter frying pakoras. If you demean pakoras, you demean millions of women cooking in the kitchen free and men on streets plus the many, many eaters. Today, Ajit is not into Yogi but Modi pakora politics. He smiles as Raja comes up with TN politics. Ajit knows nothing of TN politics; Raja is ignorant of UP politics. Popping two pakoras dipped in chutney, Raja praises Rajnikant. 'Awar periyavar Saar. Avar avar than. Rajni Rajni tan, he adds as Ajit and Niranjan listen. He is sure Rajni will be the next Chief Minister of TN. He will not make any money, he does not need it but of his men and women, Raja is unsure. As tea came in plastic cups, a second round of pakoras was ordered and me nibbled the deliciousness. Laughs all round, customers stood around and unkind words in the media for pakoras and pakora making deleted. Isnt it a way of living. You cant get it in Canada or Siberia. At Davos, Ajit could be making and selling hot pakoras to Shah Rukh Khan and Modiji and Uday Kotak to beat the cold. It could go well with Ramdev yoga sessions proposed at the world meet. Free for journalists. Where is the shame? On the way back, picked up a branded packet of basin powder. Maybe by 5 in the evening, Rama will oblige. Pakora hopes never die.
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