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Making of paddu: Stage 2

Dunk Slurp Lick Smack

I lost a bet related to writing. The bet was to treat a friend if I didn’t complete writing an article in the stipulated time. What was the treat? Food. Since I had never been to the famed Food Street of V V Puram in Bengaluru, I told my friend that he will be fed there. I had always seen this lane in pictures of others, but had never seen it live in action.

When I neared this lane, it looked like every other lane at its business, glowing in the lights announcing every shop. I realised I was wrong only when I entered the lane. The whole lane was flanked with street food shops on both the sides. People stood carefree and sumptuously ate. Ee Janumave Ahaa Dorakide Ruchi Saviyalu (This life is given to enjoy the taste), a song from a Kannada movie Oggarane (means seasoning or tempering) started playing in the background, well in my mind. It was a difficult choice for us to decide from where we would start to eat. After looking around perplexed, we decided to eat the food that is not made at home or easily available everywhere, and not to eat more than one kind of food at the same shop. Most of the shops offered the same dosa, idli, vada and potato twister/twisted chips. So, we started hunting for the kind of food we wanted.

We ordered a plate of curd kodbale. The usual kodbale are the deep fried rings made of rice flour and spices. As the name suggests, curd kodbale have curd mixed while kneading the dough to give softness to the otherwise crispy junk. They were served with chickpea chutney. Hot, mouth watering curd kodbale gave us a good start.

Curd Kodbale with Chickpea Chutney

Curd Kodbale with Chickpea Chutney

While eating kodbale, I saw pav buns stuffed with red coloured curry and stacked in the shop on the opposite side of the lane. I thought that must be spicy. They are called Dhabeli. I don’t know their origin, but they turned out to be sweet. A plate of Dhabeli has one set of pav i.e. four buns with the red sweetish curry stuffed between the top and the bottom buns, garnished with bhujia, and served with green chillies and chopped onions. It was so filling that we feared we might not be able to eat more.

Dhabeli

Dhabeli

We went zigzag looking for the next stop. At a tiny outlet, we ordered Kurkure Masala, but we received Piknik Masala! Same spicy and crunchy rice crispies but in different shapes. Piknik crispies already have a good flavour, but with all the chaat masala and chopped tomato and onions, the little finger sized cowboys turned lip smacking delicious.

From there we went to have paddu. You might argue that paddu are easily available and can be made at home too. But let me tell you something. You need a different mould for paddu to be made at home, we don’t have them with us and they are not made at my home. So, you get my point. I had seen the paddu mould. I had even seen its batter. But I had never seen their making. It was a blissful moment to watch them being made, especially how they were turned upside down. Paddu look so cute! They are like chubby babies, but served with chickpea chutney.

Making of paddu: Stage 1

Making of paddu: Stage 1

Making of paddu: Stage 2

Making of paddu: Stage 2

Stage 3: Paddu

Stage 3: Paddu

Our last stop was at a juice and ice cream shop. Apparently, my friend had already tried something there long back, so he asked for one ice cream with gulkand. Gulkand is almost a paste of rose petals soaked in sugar syrup and stored for weeks. We ate a scoop of butterscotch ice cream with pieces of apple and banana, and of course gulkand. Dessert ends the day. Sorry, I forgot to take the pictures of Piknik Masala and ice cream. We were busy eating. Why don’t you go and check out the Food Street for yourself? It has food for everyone’s taste. You get varieties of street food to choose from. You eat from a shop at one end of the lane, walk to the other end, eat there again and walk back. Repeat. This way you shall move around with an idea of sweating it out and not feel guilty of eating more.

Shwetha H S

The Meh Visitor

It was that time of the day when I walked back home. Family, mom-made food, books and bed awaited me. I got down about a kilometre away from my home because the bus in which I was took a deviation. I didn’t want to wait for a connecting bus and instead decided to walk home. The lanes were desolated and this was unusual. Though I didn’t stop the music I was listening to and of course didn’t remove my earphones even for a second, I was alert and was looking around trying to sense creepy people. Few more minutes and I would have reached home, but there was a tap on my right shoulder and I turned around to find nobody. Again there was a tap on my left shoulder and I found none when I turned around. It’s only when there was a tap on my head and I looked up, I realised that I was in a trouble. It dawned upon me as the rain rushed down that I had forgotten to carry my umbrella. But then, I like rain. Oh wait, I like only to watch the rain, but not play in it. Maybe just stretch my arms out and collect a few drops of water in the pit of my palms. And maybe just wilfully play in rain and get drenched in rain without looking raunchy… Oh no! I will fall sick. To play or not to play in rain, that is the question. And the footwear also will get dirty. Downpour had started and I had to make haste. Well, a plate of golgappa would do no harm, I thought. Since I was already near my home by the time my train of thoughts stopped and I was in no mood to make haste, I preferred having golgappa. Then I got back to thinking, well overthinking, about how rain is both welcomed and unwelcome depending on each person’s situation, but rain doesn’t care and just showers down whenever and wherever it feels like. Rain is a badass; is indifferent to our needs of the moment. Someone might want to go out for a jog or someone is rushing to meet his girlfriend or someone wants to enjoy a dry weather. No, you do your thing, if you can and rain does its thing. No point in singing “Rain! Rain! Go away!” Rain will look upon you with a meh expression. I can totally imagine rain saying “tum tuch manav” and swirl and sway and sweep down on humanity to wash away…wait, I don’t want to get washed away. I won’t even go to the Ganges to wash my sins. They are precious. So, rain… though you pray to it, get harmless animals married in human ways and sing ruthless songs, rain will descend upon Earth only when it wants to. It had not stopped raining even after me finishing a plate of golgappa. See, rain didn’t care even for my golgappa. Why would it even care about whether I reach home or not? I walked back home anyway.