Thursday, September 13, 2012

Kalkatte ka Rajbhog khilaunga, Delhi Ka Sohn Halwa, Mathura ka Peda aur Banaras ka Kalakand.

...and Mamagoto ka Chiang Mai Train Station Noodles

 Khao Beta!

If you have visited the About Me section in Golkamra's side bar you would have noticed my promising to write for food,  promising to write brilliantly if it is yum cha. Well for a meal at Mamagoto and a bite of their excellent Snow Peas and Green Bean Salad I would just sell my family silver 

Or divulge all the deep, dark, secrets you save until Year Eight.

The night before the submission deadline I busied myself posting cheesy updates like 

At the stroke of midnight hour,when the world sleeps,India will awake to the prospect of a free lunch at Mamagoto courtesy 

And I won!

And the universe conspired (just as Shahrukh Khan promised in Om Shanti Om) and Coelho on some coffee mug somewhere, so that it was held on a date Baba was around to babysit Arhaan and I was in town and not a-travelling.

For dear reader, Mamagoto does serious good food.  South-East Asian food to be precise.  But considering I balk at classifications such as "Women Writers" "South Asians Writing in English" and head-meets-wall "Muslim Writers" (as someone once said there is either good writing or bad writing what is this Asian writing?) I would say if you are in the mood of a nice, cheerful place with good food and wait staff who will help you choose when you are stuck for choices ...
go to Mamagoto , go directly to Mamagoto, do not pass go, do not collect 200 (actually yes collect 200 or 2000..and order the Rock Shrimp Tempura )

In another life if someone had asked me for a Thai recipe, or where one could get the best Thai food in town (long time readers know of my history with the Thai-desh) I would suggest a recipe along the lines of

1) Take one or two passports
2) Thai visa according to taste...or as you say in this town swaad anusaar
3) Top it with a flight to Khon Kaen for Isaan food, or Chiang Mai for the best sticky rice or Southern Thailand for Poo Pad Pong Karee (Fried crab meat with yellow curry)

But now I would just say please participate in blog contests ...for as I have told Yashodhara and HarperCollins India, we all knew that good writing or bad  would deliver us our just deserts, but itna sweet desserts? Who Knew?

You should, in fact you must 
go to one of the Mamagoto restaurants in Khan Market, Gurgaon and Vasant Kunj 

Visit their Facebook page for more about them? 6,461 likes and counting cant be wrong.

Now for the reference in the post.

Here are Amol Palekar and Utpal Dutt telling you how it is done. Shobha Khote too.
References to food, terrific actors, and seriously good lines. What is not to like?

Thursday, September 06, 2012

Main Zindagi Ka Saath Nibhata Chala Gaya Har Fikr Ko Dhuain Me Udhata Chala Gaya

Scenes from a South Delhi Household

The Man returns from the armpit of North East India braving rhinos, mosquitoes and people we cannot mention because of confidentiality clauses.

I am sure in most households the Returning Hero is greeted by hugs, prayers, food, perhaps a hot drink.

In ours by a Three Year Old making for your legs screaming  NOW PLAY WITH ME.

And a sharp nosed shrew 

You are stinking. Have you been smoking?

(You may remember an earlier incident where a Have you been smoking, had been fielded with an amateur 
Nahee yara, beykaar may X moonh may phoonk raha tha Someone kept on blowing smoke down my throat

This time the You are stinking. Have you been smoking?
was met with a 
No. Why? Should I be Smoking?

The Three Year Old jumps around the house 
Should I be smoking? Should I be smoking?

Of course not. I scold him, followed by a Kiyoo beta? who smokes?

I think what he wanted to say was Dude I am Three Years Old. I Just Thought It Was a Cool Word.

But he plonked himself in his chair  and flung his arms Mama I dont even know what is smoke.

Clever. Very Clever.

But then there are nights when he keeps running away from the bed, pulling up the blinds. Let Me Check If It Is Morning Time and just as I am ready to doze off he will pry open my eyelids Mama You Were Right It Is Still Night Time

On nights like this we write
And remind ourselves

And listen to this.

I am really not sure whether it is Dev sahib or the cigarettes.
But all ye who sleep tonight
You are Missed.