Saturday, May 15, 2010
Gol Gappas or Pani Puri
Its a famous Indian snack, and eaten almost throughout India. Eventually, it followed its way to wherever the Indian diaspora went. The pic above is the American way of serving 'Pani-puri', yes the American way of "Do it Yourself" :) .
And of course it doesnt even come close in taste or looks to what we get back home. And dont even ask me to compare the price :). For the amount of 8 pani-puris I could easily get at least 50-60 in India. :)
Anyways, would like to share this quote from "The Death of Vishnu" by Manil Suri, in which he describes the feeling of a character after she eats this for the first time :)
"And that one moonlit starry night - when she crushed that first golgappa in her mouth, felt the crisp papdi shards and the soft yielding chickpeas between her teeth, tasted the sweet and fiery chutneys on her tongue, closed her eyes as the gush of tamarind water exploded down her throat."
Memorable Quotes from The Death of Vishnu by Manil Suri -3
Mangoes. So full, so sweet, so scented, the oranges and yellows of sunlight.
For I am the one who decides where our campaign will take us. A rider can only journey where his horse conveys him.
You do not kill, I remind him. You just send them to a less ignoble birth. sweep down your sword, and let them be born away.
As he watched the grime from his body swirl across the tile and vanish into the drain, he tried to think of a day when water would flow just as freely for the residents of Dharavi.
Wasn't medicine, ultimately a matter of faith? Faith that the doctor knew what they were diagnosing, faith that their prescriptions would make you whole, faith that the tablet dissolving in your mouth would cure you, not kill you.
For I am the one who decides where our campaign will take us. A rider can only journey where his horse conveys him.
You do not kill, I remind him. You just send them to a less ignoble birth. sweep down your sword, and let them be born away.
As he watched the grime from his body swirl across the tile and vanish into the drain, he tried to think of a day when water would flow just as freely for the residents of Dharavi.
Wasn't medicine, ultimately a matter of faith? Faith that the doctor knew what they were diagnosing, faith that their prescriptions would make you whole, faith that the tablet dissolving in your mouth would cure you, not kill you.
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