In the toy shop
You go shopping of course.
And so it was that Hrit and Naisha sought me out with 100 bucks each in their pockets given by their dadima for a spot of shopping. Fearing I’d need more patience than I could muster on my own, I called upon my sister to support me in this expedition. The sister, who has recently learnt driving (only to take us out during the vacations, says she) agreed readily. I thought it was a good way for the kids to learn to budget their spending. We went to the toy shop.
First came Hrit.
He checked out a few toys..
and settled for two small cars.
Then came Naisha.
She looked
and looked
and looked.
She didn’t like anything at the first shop. (All she did like was about ten times the money in her bag.)
We went to the next shop. Nothing.
We came back to the first shop. Nothing.
We walked to a third shop. Nothing.
We went to Archies. Nothing.
We went to Universal – a pretty large stationary shop here. Nothing again.
We went back to Archies.
And here she picked out a pink heart shaped gift box and was still not really happy because she had her eye on something much more expensive.
Then as we were getting in the car we spotted a roadside balloon seller with a few other toys. Naisha ran to him and excitedly picked out a trumpet, all of Rs 10. She blew it noisily all the way home, having finally found her happiness. It’s another matter that the trumpet breathed its last by the time we got home. Sigh!
Lessons learnt…
For Naisha
Decision making is tough.
Even if it seems huge while I do my counting, 100 is not really a big sum in the real world.
I am a sucker for roadside shopping.
For Hrit
While shopping, women do not appreciate help or suggestions.
If you tell them to hurry up you’ll get your head bitten off.
You just wait patiently for them to finish.
For me
Happiness isn’t necessarily expensive.
Patience is a virtue I need to work on.
For the sister
I have unlimited patience for my niece.
I CAN DRIVE.
Endpiece: As it turned out Naisha fell in love with her ‘jewellery box ‘. Aren’t kids complicated? Now she’s on a hunt for ‘things to put in it’. Of course masi has started off her collection. And we’re off on another shopping expedition to look for more stuff. Naisha and I. I never do learn from my mistakes, do I?
The food checklist – in Lucknow
Disclaimer: It would be grossly unfair to consider this post a master list of Lucknow food. More so, since I turned vegetarian. Leaving out Tunde and the lesser known (but my dad’s first favourite) Sakhawat, is a shame. You’ll find no kebabs, kormas, biryanis here. This is simply a personal list of my favourites. Lucknow really has much much more to offer a foodie.
I’ll begin with doodh-jalebi for breakfast – that’s jalebis dunked in milk. The Punekar might like it as dessert but for a true Lakhnawi jalebi is breakfast. It’s in the morning that the mithaiwalla will bring out this piping hot treat. Come evening and you’ll have a tough time finding fresh jalebis. All you’ll get is their cousin — the imarti. Slide slim crisp jalebis in your bowl of hot milk and crunch them up quickly before they get soggy, the milk tempers their sweetness perfectly. Or else you might try them with curd.
Then there’s khasta, or kachori to the Punekar. Deep fried (I so need to remember to forget the diet), filled with urad dal, it’s the perfect spicy foil to the sweet jalebi at breakfast time. Khasta-jalebi – absolute soulmates. The right way to eat it is to make a hole in it and stuff the spicy potatoes that come along. Then bite into it with your nose running and eyes watering. It’s wise to keep a few jalebis handy to cool the heat on your palate. And forget about lunch.
Next on the list is thandhai at Raja’s in old Lucknow. That used to be, and still is, the star attraction for us in Chowk. I’ve never had thandhai that tastes the same – without the overly strong flavour of saunf or black pepper. When we were kids we’d be given the option of a glass of thandhai or a film and we’d unfailingly choose the former. That was a pretty smart ploy by our canny parents to watch a film unencumbered by a brood of noisy kids.
Then there’s Sharma’s for the most delicious chaat ever. I’m not sure that shop would still be there. Once there used to be a string of chaat shops in Chowk but each time I come home I find fewer and fewer of them. The paani ka batashas never do taste the same anywhere else. However, what’s really special is the matar which I’ve yet to find out of Lucknow. Dried peas.. soaked, boiled and then fried over a slow fire in loads of ghee on a huge tawa. Served with a sprinkling of fresh coriander leaves, chillies and ginger juliennes, it’s a treat. For a person on a diet the sight of the ghee-filled lota kept on the tawa can be pretty daunting .. but for once I’ll let the tastebuds rule.
Next baati chokha off the roadside. That’s baati (roasted balls of dough) with the spiciest baingan bharta you would have ever had. Nothing special about this one except that I’ve yet to find it in Pune and it’s low on fat… so if the dust germs don’t kill you, you’re safe.
Finally.. the sweets. Malai Gilauri at Ram Asrey’s, Malai chamcham at Classic. Fresh and glistening boondi laddoos with the tiniest boondis and kaju katli made the right way, more kaju than khoa.
I almost forgot the kulfi. I’ll have some at Ram Asrey topped with falooda and I’ll also have some from the kulfiwallah who comes calling at our doorstep each evening with his potful of wares covered with that red cloth.
Umm… I think that about covers it. I need to ask my sister to draw up a list of new places that have sprung up. Lucknow is no longer just about chaat and kulfi. I spotted some swanky new places along the way that need to be explored.
God bless my stomach please.
Packing up for the summers
Not that I don’t have clothes. The thing is my mum like us to dress according to the weather, which basically implies pastels through the Lucknow summer. My wardrobe, on the other hand, is ALL BLACK for obvious reasons. If you’re one of the lucky ones who needs to wonder why.. well then because it makes me look the thinnest. Fortunately Pune weather allows me to wear black for almost 10 months of the year.
When I do need a break it’s all about bright colours – saffron, yellow, turquoise, scarlet, fuchsia, maroon. Oh I love pastels, but only when other people wear them. I seriously do not notice them at all. Sometimes I go out with a serious intention of buying them.. but come away with more blacks. Sometimes I’ve bought them too but they remain languishing in a forgotten corner of my cupboard while the blacks and the brights are worn thin and replaced over.
My compromise then is … white.. I like white and mum should be okay with it too. So I build a ‘Ma collection’ around that colour as my Lucknow tryst nears.
Come to think of it clothes are 90 percent of my packing. Check out how…
1. Summer homewear.
2. Nightsuits.
3. Semiformals for outings.
4. Formal party clothes since Lucknow is teeming with relatives.
5. Warm clothes for our two scheduled trips to the mountains
6. Swim suits since we might go to a waterpark.
7. Gym clothes for me … Yup I hope I can make it there a day or two each week.
8.. and finally socks, belts, towels….
Finally, sat on the bag to zip it up and I’m done. Meanwhile, others are packing as well. I was searching frantically for my lip-balm today and Naisha retrieved it from her bag where she had ‘packed’ it away.
So people we’re off for the summer vacations. Postings will be a bit erratic. Bear with me.
Memoirs of a Lucknow boy
Then this morning I ordered four books and one of them was delivered just now. How’s that for promptness? I love this concept of piecemeal delivery of the order. It’s like they’re saying, “You start reading this one.. we’ll get the others ASAP”. And the Cash on Delivery Option is a dream.
Apparently, so well have they been doing, that they’ve launched their own courier service.
The book that arrived last week turned out to be a wonderful read — ‘Lucknow Boy A Memoir’ by Vinod Mehta. I am not a great fan of biographies, auto or otherwise. I got a surfeit of them when in school and found a lot of them boring. Then a friend recommended Andre Agassi’s “Open” and I loved it. That was what made me look at ‘Lucknow Boy’. I have to confess though, the Lucknow connection was the clincher, rather than a love for Vinod Mehta’s writings. I’ve seen him a lot of him in various debates on various television channels and have loved him for his irreverence more than anything else. This will sound silly but the picture I have of him is sitting at one such panel flanked by some nattily dressed panel members while carelessly sporting a bright bright red shirt.
As anticipated I did enjoy the Lucknow bit. In fact the first part of the book makes it a must read for every Lucknowite. Somethings he says of Lucknow resonate strongly with me.. sample this..
“Lucknow bestowed on me one priceless gift. It taught me to look at the individual rather than his religion or caste or the tongue he spoke….” Later he adds.. “…for me Muslims meant korma, Christians meant cake and pastries, Sikhs meant hot halwa, Anglo-Indians meant mutton cutlets, Parsees meant dhansak. The solitary Jewish family in town did not come withon my grasp, so I aplogize for excluding them.”… That’s my kind of man, I thought.
Also..
“Some of my better-educated, more doctrinaire friends usually discuss secularism, composite culture and the syncretic tradition…I breathed the secularism they talk of, the composite culture flows in my veins, the syncretic tradition is something I observed daily as I rode my bicycle from Firangi Mahal to Sanyal Club. I didn’t pick up my secularism from books or at university or from protest demos. For me it was a lived reality.”
That’s not all. Armed with a third class BA degree from the Lucknow University he travels to Britain. That’s where he transforms himself from that small frog in the well to a well read, well informed individual. The rest of the book talks about his editorial journey, which is even more more interesting. Someone who starts his journalistic career as the editor of Debonair can’t really be boring. Other than that he launched three newspapers only to be sacked from each of them. I liked his sense of fairness of giving media space to points of view that may/may not coincide with his own. And I loved his candour..from admitting his temper tantrums (“I was under the misapprehension that all great editors had to be ‘difficult'”) to the gravest of errors to a child he abandoned.
Towards the end he gives some ‘Sweeper’s wisdom’ to aspiring journos. I also loved the section ‘Some people’ where he gives his impressions on people ranging from Shobha De to VS Naipaul and Rushdie. Quite enjoyable.
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‘Lucknow Boy’ put me on the path of some more books, which are the ones I ordered today. Mehta heavily recommends George Orwell’s writings. While I’ve read a lot about his books, specially Animal Farm and 1984, I never got down to reading them. Also, I thought it would be fun to read more of Lucknow’s history and so included a book on that too.
‘1984’ was delivered today and I’m looking forward to a quiet evening with the kids down for the day.