Agreed, but nothing like a good mustard sauce, our very own (Bengali) Kasundi, to stir the real hunger in you. You become a tiger on the table. [Its very up to you if prefer the table to a bed, as one of my friends does. Entirely personal and no arguments.]
Jokes apart, this is the one thing that we share with the Brits (or should I also include Europe in general?) with regards to the taste buds- the mustard sauce. My God. The sharp, pungent taste, the just right bitterness to it, tickles them to the just right degree. Be it the bland British dishes or the Bengali bhat (rice), the mustard is always there to make it more interesting. It braces you up for the daily ritual of hunger management and braces you like none other.
I dont know why I am calling this post the stuff that I am calling. I mean, I could easily have called it the “Ode to the Mustard Sauce” or something in that vein, and still this article would be relevant.
This entire day was devoted to the pleasures of job hunting. Man, can’t tell you how exciting it all is. This is becoming an almost yearly ritual for me now, for the past 3 years, and I think, I could as well do with a lot less excitement in life. [As it is, my weekends are invariably as exciting as it gets, what with all old friends and a couple of goblets on the better side.] Had to attend a couple of grueling bouts of fencing, with the opponents baying for my blood. At last however, I succeeded in convincing the folks that I was the best deal that they could have for now. So they are happy and I am happy as well. The only small problem was that, two slices of bread, some grapes, a single egg and two narkel narus, not to mention a glass of lime juice, in the morning; and a coffee and a pair of sandwiches (by the courtesy of my recruitment HR) in the afternoon, were all that I ever had. As if I mind.
Dinner was sumptuous. Dal (lentils soup?), button mushroom on potato curry, with generous quantity of rice, with copious mix of Kasundi, and of course, ghee (Indian butter :)). By the way, did I tell you that the great Shila Da brought this bottle of Kasundi for me, all the way from Kolkata?
Its a real great relief to be writing this blog. I had been writing short quips on the goddamned Twitter. Its so irritating for vociferous people like us. What 140 characters nonsense!