The tooth, the whole tooth and nothing but the tooth.


I remember from an early age being brainwashed by my mother into thinking that I had to be a doctor when I grew up. I had no idea what I liked or much less what I had an aptitude for. But I went along blindly with what she advised. As the time to make a choice drew closer, I was convinced that I had to be a doctor no matter what. I was good academically and loved biology , so there was no thinking involved. I hated maths, so going towards engineering the other popular choice, was out of the question. The other options were unthinkable at that time.

So, when despite of getting great marks I missed out on getting admission to medicine by a point something margin, I was devastated. I joined BSc because I had not applied for anything else. I was obsessed with getting into medicine. I studied for all the medical entrance exams like a person possessed.

People asked me why I had not applied for BDS and I ignorantly asked ‘ what is that?’ Well, its dentistry, of course. I was horrified that they could even suggest that. I like so many, hated dentists and dental treatment. I had hated my orthodontist all along. Although he transformed me from an ugly duckling into something more presentable , I absolutely abhorred him .And his assistant. The needles, the nauseous smells, the hair-raising drilling sounds and of course the pain as he uprooted three of my teeth in quick succession made for regular nightmares. The smell of post-lunch oranges on his hairy, bare ungloved hands as he fiddled around in my mouth is still fresh in my mind. Nope, I did not want to be like him.

I would rather do BSc .Yes, I would do chemistry and become a scientist.

Soon, my stubbornness to persist with medicine faded and slowly I accepted that perhaps I needed to give myself a chance and apply for something else. Just being with people doing the BSc course changed my opinion. My peers were mostly unmotivated and disinterested youngsters who were whiling their time away doing BSc. Not all of them of course. But the majority definitely was.

So , when after one year, I could apply again, I applied for dentistry and pharmacy too.

This time around I missed out on getting into medicine by 2 seats. I can still remember vividly going to Grant medical college for the interviews and the person 2 places ahead of me getting in and the admissions stopped right there. The girl who was a place ahead and myself, bawled our eyes out. I was shattered and my dreams of wearing a white coat and brandishing a stethoscope had come to an end. I could not stop crying all the way to Pune. I was inconsolable as my poor father watched sadly in anguish. By the time I was home I could not cry any more and I went back to BSc. But a week later I got another interview call. This time for BDS.

I went along with my father to Mumbai and this time I got in comfortably.

I was on cloud nine, not because I got into dentistry but because I had now found a way to escape BSc and Pune and all the misery that I had put up with in the last one year.

I was elated and enthusiastically joined BDS in Mumbai, not knowing what I was doing.

Once there, I found to my sheer joy that the subjects were the ones taught in medicine. Subjects, that me, with my love for biology had a natural affinity for. Anatomy , physiology fascinated me. Pathology and pharmacology captured my imagination. The dental subjects too enthralled me. The laboratory work captured my fancy. I had always been a creative and artistic person. I loved doing things with my hands and had been very dexterous. Art had never been a career choice as we all knew it was not a sure shot mantra to money making. But now making dentures from scratch in the lab was a fantastic outlet for my creative energies. The intricate waxing , carving, getting messy with plaster, wax , acrylic and all sorts of materials was just the sort of stuff I liked to do. Not always easy, but I loved it.

Without realising it , I had entered a profession that was tailor made for me.

A mix of medicine and art, a challenge to the brain, a test of deftness and manual skills.

Now looking back I know that unknowingly I was pushed into making the right choice.

Oh yes, I did get admission into medicine by passing the All India PMT that year but the results were declared later by which time I was well and truly in love with dentistry and I am both proud and relieved that I stayed put and declined medicine.

Yes, my orthodontist would be shocked if he found out his worst ever patient went on to become a dentist! And yes the same smells, sounds are now reassuringly, part of life.

Sure, no one likes dentists, but ask anybody who has had toothache . Who helped them out of their pain? Their doctor or their dentist?

Getting someone out of pain is the most satisfying thing as a dentist and when ever I do that I know that this calling in life was just meant to be.

The tipsy thrills of C2H5OH

For the longest time, my sister and I thought brandy was a medicine that cured colds . We thought rum and whiskey help prevent colds! In fact, on our rain soaked adventures in the Khandala hills during our childhood. we were given whiskey – neat or mixed with rain water. We both actually enjoyed drinking the stuff and as predicted did not catch any sinister viruses.
Another time , as a teenager I was playing with neighbour friends in my uncle and aunt’s bedroom where there was a stash of alcohol under the bed. Someone dared me to drink some. So I foolishly opened a sealed bottle and took a swig. The friends were mortified that I had actually done it and I felt like a hero!
But somehow alcohol did not impress me as an adult. Perhaps we had grown up seeing so much daaru being sploshed around and various people getting sozzled and making fools of themselves that it put me off . I associate it with losing control over mind and body. The taste is another thing……people have tried to educate the naive , uncouth me of the taste of fine wine( a visit to Napa valley with me spitting most of the stuff out) or tried to make me exotic cocktails. It just doesn’t do for me what it does to others! Perhaps I needed a larger, stronger dose. I mean it tastes disgusting. I have tried to pretend liking it but beyond a few sips, I have to give up. I would much rather have stinky blue cheese ( yum, yum), bitter gourd or Marmite than alcohol.
I am not a prude and do keep trying to like alcohol. I want to be able to stylishly hold a flute of wine and get drunk some day. I have loved mulled wine but that was more for the added spices and the warmth which was comforting in the cold. I still love a sip of brandy for its ‘medicinal’ taste. I would love to lick just the foam off the top of beer if someone is willing to waste a beer on me . I once thirstily drank a glass of Pimms at full throttle because I thought it was ‘sarbat’ ( with MIL giving company and thinking the same innocent thoughts)- I mean we saw the apples and mint floating in the alcohol and thought it was fruit juice so we both drank it up and got dizzy together. I love pina colada but wish someone would not bother with adding the white rum- it tastes so much better as a mocktail. I love Baileys but that’s because it’s milky- why make it bitter??
So if anyone asks if I drink I don’t know what to say. I’m no teetotaller-it’s a bit like being a vegetarian who will have only the curry from ‘non-veg’ dishes!
I really want to like the stuff. I want to know what makes it tick. Why do people drink? How much does one have to drink to get drunk?
I do keep trying. I tried drinking on the plane some time ago so I wouldn’t feel anxious about flying, but alas I couldn’t down more than a few sips. I just cannot do what they do in the movies- glug several shots forcefully. The fear of losing control is so strong that it stops me from crossing the threshold.
In my late teens, I carried a water bottle during my Bombay Pune travels. I had an old, flat plastic bottle, which fitted perfectly into my small travel bag. One day on a delayed Bombay Pune train journey I was sitting in the general compartment. I was thirsty and nonchalantly whipped out my water bottle. I cannot describe the look on the faces of some males on the train. To me it was just a bottle. To them, it was a bottle of XXX rum and here was this girl drinking from it. So what if it was only water but it was still a daaru bottle. It was at that time in my life I realised how taboo alcohol is for some people.




  • You know you are a dentist when the first thing  you notice about anyone is their teeth.


  • You know you are a dentist when RIGHT is always ‘Patient’s right’ and

LEFT is always ‘Patient’s  LEFT’ …….. Basically Right is wrong!!


  • You know you are a dentist when you look at a pretty model’s teeth and instead of admiring the photo shopped / airbrushed face, you wickedly concentrate on the  posterior metal fillings, black rimmed margins of crowns and so on.



  • You know you are a  dentist when you think of Alginate when you knead chapatti atta dough.


  • You know you are a dentist when you have delightful dreams of removing chunks of calculus( ahhh the pleasure)!!!


  • You know you are a dentist when you spot calculus , plaque, materia alba and stains  in the lower incisors of hot hunks .


  • You know you are a dentist when you can spot a smoker by looking at his/her lips.


  • You know you are  a dentist when you become highly suspicious when you see a perfect set of teeth in an elderly person and look closely to make sure it’s not a denture!!!


  • You know you are  a dentist when you figure out a  person is a gutka eater from the way he speaks


  • You know you are a dentist when  you are never bored in a train or bus; you just amuse yourself diagnosing Class 3s , anterior open bites, bimaxillary protrusion and so on. Throw in a mesiodens and your day is made!


  • You know you are a dentist when you sincerely wonder when MS Dhoni is going to having his missing upper premolar replaced.


  • You know you are a dentist when u are still trying to find out who did  Kajol’s orthodontic treatment.


  • You know you are a dentist when you describe people whose names you don’t know by their teeth- ‘oh the guy with the missing laterals!’ Or ‘hmm the girl with the buccally displaced canines’


  • You know you are a dentist when your kid, in his mothers day card, thanks you for making him brush his teeth everyday..


  • You know you are a dentist when you eat most of your kids’ Halloween candy under the pretext of saving them from cavities.


  • You know you are a dentist when the smell of good old Zinc oxide Eugenol smells better than any balm on this planet.


  • You know you are a dentist when nostalgia means fondly remembering the days of triple arm slip joint, extra extra low snail speed ancient hand pieces, chip syringe and other such wonders


  • You know you are a dentist when your patients bring you chocolates


  • You know you are a dentist when you sit at a dining table, listen to someone’s jaw clicking and diagnose TMJ dysfunction


  • You know you are a dentist when you see a person you know who used to have a missing premolar and ……there she has it now. ‘Ohh she didn’t come to me for treatment’.


  • You know you are a dentist when you can identify a person who has had Orthodontic treatment even as a first year dental student.


  • You know you are a dentist  when instead of saying  “say cheese” while taking a photo, you say  “give me a molar to molar”


  • You know you are a dentist when extracting a tooth even a wobbly third degree mobile one, successfully, gives you a HIGH!!- every time!


  • You know you are a dentist when, at a party, you always dread the moment when somebody asks you what you do.


  • You know you are a dentist when the person in front of you  says, ” Nothing personal but I don’t like dentists” and you just smile and say ” I know, I know.”


  • You know you are a dentist when new acquaintances who have just found out what your profession is, cover their mouth, assume you make a lot of money and get a free consultation there and then.


  • You know you are a dentist when you just hate it when people ask how many months it took for you to do the dentistry course!!!  As if it’s some kind of sewing/ embroidery class


  • You know you are a dentist when you hate it when people ask ‘what made you take up dentistry?’ As if implying  ‘why on earth would someone want to be a dentist’

Can’t reveal the secret that actually I wanted to be a doctor but kya Kare, that 0.01 mark changed my destiny (for the better!!!).


You just say ‘I always wanted to be a dentist’. After all, dentistry contains  ‘destiny’!



Immunisation-hostel style

What doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger…….hmmmm, I guess immunisation works on that principle. Micro/nano small frequent doses of nasty stuff makes a super human out of the wimpiest among us. Well, super-tolerant humans in any case.

Hostel life is one such immunity building exercise. Looking back, I am amazed at our survival skills…..

Yucky things first. Toilets. I know, EEEEEWWWWW but seriously I still have nightmares and one ghastly item haunts to this day-the ubiquitous empty plastic jar ( dabba) of alginate ( dental impression material) with it’s top hacked off- that was the supposed water tumbler.Oh! Oh! Ouch



Hostel- Examination fever

Mugging, cramming, handwritten notes, photocopied aka ‘xeroxed’ notes, borrowed notes, maaroed (stolen) notes, notes that were passed down for generations until they acquired the iconic status of a textbook, lugging thick heavy textbooks from the library, staying  up late at night, getting up early in the morning, sweet, milky sugary hot chai to keep the eyes awake and the brain on red alert, not sleeping some nights in a row, the fierce guarding of notes, going round the hostel rooms to see who was sleeping and who was awake, who was reading which textbooks and notes, tripping over muggers i.e. crammers in the hostel corridors and steps……………oh the flickering tube-lights and air of nervous electricity as we prepared for exams!

‘Rattoing’- nothing wrong with that as some facts just have to be learnt by rote……stuffing facts into an already overflowing brain. ‘What are the contents of the foramen magnum?’ The spinal cord of course. Yes, but what else? Well, who remembers now? Short term memory is great- it allow you to retain as much as you fill in and then post-exam, the  memory pot leaks copiously and a few days later- Whoosh! it is as empty as the foramen magnum in a dry skull!

Making mnemonics to remember everything. The weirder the ‘aide memoire’ the better. ‘What are the side effects of corticosteroids?’ Uh, pain? Well, painful to remember especially when the brain already had a million other ‘side effects’, ‘contraindications’, ‘pharmacological uses’ floating about.

Panic attacks, tears, dark circles, acidity, regurgitation, overeating, under-eating, last minute dash to eat Chyawanprash for better memory, oiled hair, maxis (not to be confused with glam maxi dresses) aka gowns all day long, self-inflicted torture, self-inflicted confinement to hostel room/corridor…….oh the discipline, the punishing regime which got harsher as the exam date approached.

It has been 3 decades…….yesterday’s misery is today’s ‘those good old days’.





7 Rules to have your pakora and eat it too.

I love buffets- they are informal, you can choose what to eat, you can eat all you want and nobody is looking [ or so you think!].

But hey, what if you are on a diet and trying to cut down on eating humungous portions of food?

Now imagine being confronted by a magnificent array of Indian foods on offer at a party and the gulab jamuns look at you longingly, begging to be slurped and bitten into?

Now imagine having to look back at those wretched gulab jamuns and say ‘no’ to them! That’s right ! Can’t eat them or else all that huffing and puffing at the gym for one hour over the weekend will be ruined in one little gulp of that syrupy sugary dough ball with the come-hither looks.

If that isn’t too much to bear, imagine what happens when you sight the pakoras looking at you beseechingly and enticing you to grab a few oily gobbles.

Okay we’ve all been there and done THAT i.e cheated on our  diets when faced with the daunting task of surviving the temptations of a buffet and that too an Indian one where flavours abound and drool worthy foods just let melt your resolve and break that iron will power, making you forget your diet just for that one day. Poof! There goes one week’s worth of sweating it out and calorie burning.

So , for people like us who are on perpetual diets to lose weight here is a friendly guide to eating at buffets and not breaking the diet rules.

For those looking for serious diet rules or medical advice please look away and stop reading because this is a fun read meant for those who can laugh just as well as they can chomp.

Rule 1: Okay now I know this is silly but really helps. Eat before you get there. Yes you heard right. What is the point of going to the party you say. Well, do you want to control your weight or not, I say. There is no harm filling your empty tummy with a few bites of something healthy like fruit or plain yoghurt. So why go the party with a tummy that is rumbling and grumbling? Give it something before you go there and that way you won’t lunge for the party food like you have been on some bhook-hartaal or something!

Rule 2 : Go on a reconnaissance mission. Yup,as soon as you’ve done all the hellos and hugs, grabbed the welcome drink which should hopefully not add too much to to your calorie intake, go and check out the food – not with a plate in hand but just a little casual stroll to see what  is on offer.

Resist the temptation to take something off your husband’s plate and what he is already doing there when you are co-partners in this whole diet regime is another thing altogether. Never mind, ignore the hubby and go research all the dishes on display. Mentally tick the ones that are okay for you.

Forget the salad for now. What is the point of all this gorgeous food if you are going to munch on lettuce and cucumber.Unless you are desperate to diet of course- then by all means check out the salads and tick the ones that are not full of mayonnaise or cream or other forbidden goodies. Go for the sprouts and leaves.

But the other thing about salads is if you insist on having salads at the party , everyone will KNOW about your diet and that you are not eating proper food. How embarrassing is that! You don’t want the world know you are trying to eat less do you?

Mentally eliminate the curries that have an oily layer on top- nope that is not for you even if you spotted something green in it and thought is was full of iron.

Eliminate all the deep fried stuff – okay you really want that pakora because you last ate it two years ago and enough is enough. Right you shall have the pakora and eat it too.

Desserts: check out what is available and what you really crave. No, not all of them – just one or two. Okay done.

Having sussed out all the stuff you can have versus what you cannot have -hang around a little more. Chat, mingle, laugh, enjoy the company of friends, make new ones. It’s not all about the eating. At this point, you probably thank the dahi you had just before coming that is making you holding out this long.

Ask your friends what they like from the menu. If they have started off before you fret not.In fact, for all you know, the samosas are probably over so you cannot eat them even if you want to!


Rule 3  Go grab a plate. Select wisely. Try to avoid lumpy potatoes and fatty fried paneer chunks. Go for the cauliflowers and other veggies. Avoid the oily aubergines[ baingans] swimming gloriously in their oily pool. Go for dals, beans, chole and avoid anything where you cannot tell what vegetable it is. Take the chicken out of curry, the mutton out of the biryani and leave behind the curry and rice. Dont even look at the naan. If there are rotis grab them unless they are butter rotis or something similarly sinful.

It helps if you have worn a clingy , figure hugging dress because that will be a natural deterrent to eating to bursting limits.  Perhaps this should be Rule4.

Rule 4 Wear a well fitting dress where overeating will ruin your shapely contour by making you bloat. Do not wear elasticated,expanding type clothes that allow you to eat all you want. Make sure you get caught if you over-indulge. Be hard on yourself. That’s right. It takes a strong person to lose weight.

Rule 5 Do no pile your plate with a food mountain. It is seriously okay to go back for second and third helpings and yes, queuing up is a pain and so is spying the pooris at every trip because they are right at the start of the buffet line. Let the poori remind you of how you looked before you started this whole diet business. 

Serve yourself small portions. Even the pakora. Yes, that’s right. Got to indulge a little. Go on. Do yourself a service, give yourself a reward. A reward. Not rewards! Just one okay. Not one of each sinful type. Just one .

Is this cruelty or what? Who told you to go on this diet? What is wrong with being a little overweight?  The questions follow think and fast.

What is wrong with wearing loose tent like clothes for the rest of your life, you reason.Okay fine, if you suddenly feel this way, just give up and go tear into the buffet and eat like a maniac. But remember, as soon as you’ve done that ……….after the initial euphoric high, you will be nursing a hangover from all that excess for atleast a few days. Besides imagine how traumatised you will feel when you find out the your best friend survived the day eating just the chicken tikka and raita. So, let the feeling pass- don’t allow your self to be swayed – be dignified- small portions only. There is a CCTV in the room or imagine there is one or look around and spot someone watching you. That should stop you.

I love those sit down dinners where the video cameraman along with the glaring in-your-face lightwalla suddenly attack you just as you stuff a jalebi down your gullet and catch you in action -recording every single detail for posterity in someone’s wedding video where even after years, people rewind and watch your action sequence for a laugh. They should start doing that at buffets- it will help a lot of dieters.

Rule 6 : Eat slowly. Enjoy every morsel. thank the lord for this food.Let the pakora linger a little longer in your mouth. Savour the taste. Remember you won’t be allowed this luxury for the next two years. That doesn’t mean you go and grab a quick handful from the buffet. Nope, you will be lady -like or gentlemanly if you are a man and let others enjoy the pakoras as much as you enjoy yours.Resist the urge to be a glutton.Calm down. The gulab jamun should be arriving soon. The party is not over yet. Go help yourself to more raita [ skip if it is boondi raita.], go shamelessly help yourself to the last piece of chicken tikka or fish tikka. Think our your lipstick and think how the second pakora might smudge the lipliner- that should deter you like nothing else.


Rule 7 Some finer tips. My cousin invented this method of making a gulab jamun less gulabi, sorry sugary. Just hold the jamun under cold water from a sink for a few minutes, squeezing gently as you watch the oil and sugar leach out of the  jamun.Voila!a Enjoy the gulab jamun guilt free. Best done is your host’s kitchen away from prying eyes.[ Yes, yes i know this is daft, but hey it appealed to me, so I’m sharing it ] So next time instead of one maybe I can have two jamuns. One the topic of gulab jamuns, break the single jamun into pieces in your bowl and pretend each piece is one jamun. Seriously this works like nobody’s business. You can trick your brain into believing anything. The tummy is harder to trick. If your tummy is still hungry, obviously something wrong there. But go look for anything fruity on the menu. You probably overlooked it in favour of something naughty. Go help yourself to fruit from the fruit platter if any. Otherwise fruit salad will have to do  and fingers crossed it doesn’t have cream in it. Take the fruit and leave behind the custard.

As for the cake, how can you refuse a birthday cake!! Leave it for the children, have a tiny bite from someone’s plate or if you must, have a slice…….take the cake and leave the icing behind.

Sorry to offend people’s sensibilities. But this is what the world has come to.

If you think there is a lot of food waste [ mostly form you not doing justice to the burgeoning food menu], take some food with you. Ask the host to pack some for you and give it to someone less fortunate than you.

It will make you feel good, stop all the food going waste and hurrah your diet is untouched.










Good news, I wrote a book……..

Yes, I have recently put my book ‘A-Z of being an NRI’ on Amazon.

Those who have followed my blog, might remember that more than a year ago, I wrote on this topic as part of the A-Z blogging and some of you suggested I should compile a book. So, here goes, I’ve done it for what it’s worth.

All profits will go to charity. I am still looking out for a charity that is desperate for help.

Here is the link to the book, available on Kindle and in paperback form.

I would love to get feedback and /or a review. Most of all I just want all you NRIs out there to enjoy it as I did when writing it.



Have you ever ogled at and salivated over something from a distance, but never had the guts to go the whole hog and sample it?
Has something teased and tantalised but failed to tempt you into trying a little bite?
Have you walked past something and often wondered ‘ “Hmmmm, wonder what that tastes like?”
Here is my list of forbidden foods. Some remain untried, untested, untasted and some are tried, but never to be tried again.
1] There is a certain type of egg bhurjee vendor who set up a tiny stall atop a wicker stand, in a bylane near VT, at twilight. The eggs sat at the corner of the round flat frying pan, they are cracked open onto a bed of masala of onions, tomatoes and what not and then ‘THAK, THAK THAK’, the metal spatula aggressively, but expertly scrambled the eggs into a bhurjee. A sight to behold, but not sure if the gut would hold up!
2] Neera: This summer drink is derived from ‘Tadgola’ which is toddy palm and then fermented. How many times, I have looked at a Neera Vikri kendra on the Bombay Pune road and wondered what it tastes like….is it like coconut water? Does it have a kick like alcohol? Why have I never seen a picture of it or seen a glass of it?
3} ‘Gola’: yup, never had one of those. School friends would eat these beauties which are simply compacted shredded ice balls with coloured sugary syrup poured and squirted on to it. Purple, dark green, canary yellow, bright red, even black[ kala khatta……….I’m still drooling on this one]…….the girls would slurp on these cold treats in summer and I would just ogle, but think of what bugs were in that icy water. Sigh! I haven’t LIVED!
4] Our maid used to eat a certain dessert on certain days. It was sabudana[ sago] kheer with jaggery in dilute milk, I think.
Every time she had it and I passed by, I wondered what it tasted like. I think I’m going to make this one day.
5] In First standard, there was a child in the playground who used to get rice with some kind of curry on it. I drooled over it and wanted it so badly. At the age of 5 I had no idea of the culinary delights of this world, so I asked my mother to give me rice and tomato ketchup in my lunch box…In fact I insisted on it…..obviously not the same thing and not a combination I will ever have again. The mystery baffles me to this day.
6] At that same age, our neighbours had lots of guests and they were eating some kind of gooey, cubical, sticky sweet-looking, jelly like food. They ran around playing and biting enticingly into the green and orange. For years it haunted me, this sticky toffee in different colours. I was sure it was sweet and finally I described it to my Dad who instantly knew what it was. Badam halwa? Don’t know I said but when we went to Chitale Bandhu and saw those delicately wrapped, cubes of translucent coloured thick jelly like sweets, I knew I had found it. Yes it was Badam halwa and it was as yummy as it looked.
7]Okay now the piece de resistance…… I was about 10 and my baby cousin from America was visiting. She ate this delicious looking carrot puree from a bottle. It was Gerber baby food.Forbidden food for a 10 year old. But I had to find out what it tasted like, so I helped myself to a spoonful……OMG! never again , will I do that again…..sugarless, saltless and tasteless! Serves me right for stealing a baby’s food!!!

Foreign foods on an Indian tongue

A thin lentil pancake eaten with a spicy, tangy soup. Answer: DOSA
Indian tempura, with delectable onion/ potato fried in garbanzo bean flour, served with a green cilantro dip : Answer: BHAJIAS / PAKORAS WITH CHUTNEY!!!
A triangular filo pastry with a delectable potato filling tempered with cumin. Answer: SAMOSA!!!!!
Vegetarian Paella flavoured with exotic cinnamon and saffron.
Answer: Vegetable Pulao!!!!!!!!
Golden dumplings soaked in syrup laced with a hint of cardamom. Answer: GULAB JAMUNS , of course!!!!!!
Steamed, square Garbanzo bean flour sponge cakes, tempered with mustard seeds and a garnish of cilantro. Answer: DHOKLA!!
Rice pudding flavoured with the scent of rose water. Answer: KHEER!!!
A crispy spring roll with gram flour noodles and delicate spices. Answer: BAKARWADIS!!!!![ I haven’t made this up]
Now, enough is enough….
We have gone too far Anglicising/ Internationalising [ if that is a word] to repackage and market our Indian foods to appease to the world.
But now it’s time to Indianize a few international dishes to suit our sensibilities. So here goes
A wada pav with mostly non-veg tikki. BURGER.
A thick spongy bhakri with tomato chutney and grated paneer, baked in a tandoor-like oven. PIZZA
A flattened meduwada without the cumin and coconut, eaten without sambar. BAGEL
A sweetened meduwada, very similar to a Balushahi except less sweet. DOUGHNUT
Semiya/ Shevaiya with a non-spicy thick tomato kadhi with non-veg koftas. SPAGHETTI WITH MEATBALLS
Seaweed wadi with bhaat/chawal filling. SUSHI
A rectangular samosa with a bland filling of fermented paneer, onion or non-veg. PASTY
Chana dal pakora in thick chapati with white chole chutney. FALAFEL AND HUMOUS IN PITTA BREAD
A soft sticky khichadi made with special arborio bhaat,that can be veg or non-veg. RISOTTO.
A long wada pav with non-veg tikki, eaten with red and yellow chutney. HOT DOG
CAESAR SALAD: a rough koshimbir/kachumbar without dahi, containing non-veg and fried pieces of pav.
Maida or makkai Chapati with veg/non-veg sabzi , soft rajma and chawal. Avocado chutney and sour malai served alongside.
That’s it! What’s in a name? A gula jamun by any other name will taste just as sweet……….
The proof of the kheer is in the eating.
Bon Appétit or shall we say khao piyo, aish karo!!