Missing the Taste of India

It was way back in 1980; I had recently joined a prestigious college in Chandigarh as a lecturer and was staying in the college hostel with the students. On one Sunday evening, I could sense palpable excitement  among the girls. I wondered why there was so much of commotion in the corridors. Lo, I found out. The  dinner menu of noodles and fried rice!  This entire hullabaloo about noodles may sound weird today, but it was the pre-Maggi era when ‘two minutes noodles’ had not invaded Indian kitchens.  Even I felt excited, though as a teacher I could hardly show it. Being a small town girl, I had heard about noodles but never tasted. With loads of expectation ,I went to the mess but was in for a disappointment. The taste of noodles was queer and the flavor distinct, certainly not to my liking. That was more than three and a half decades ago. Over a period of time I have developed taste for Chinese food and in fact, now I love it.

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The cheeky puzzle

If Bangalore is the ‘City of Gardens’, Chandigarh has no less a claim to be called the ‘city of   parks’ where every open space or stretch of land has been converted aesthetically into a park or a green grassy lawn. Neither is there any dearth of parks in the city nor of the health conscious fitness freaks that can be seen jogging or walking in the gardens. Continue reading “The cheeky puzzle”

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