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I don’t know how I landed on his blog. Maybe, as is my wont, I was searching for articles on Sir MV, Mathematics, Food, Srinivasa Ramanujan, Kamal Hassan….Ilayaraja…. and that might have taken me to an article in The Hindu. And from there, I might have found my way to his blog. Ever since, I have frequented the place and enjoyed every piece written by Baradwaj Rangan who likes to be called a Film Analyst. But I can say he is much more than that, having read his articles for over 4 years now.
His writings are intelligent, witty and thought provoking. Everytime I visit his blog, it has enriched my knowledge about movies and writing.
Apart from his writings, not-to-be missed on his blog is the Comments section! His readers are widely-read and passionate about many things, especially films.
I drew the above cartoon on the spur of the moment yesterday and mailed it to him. He was generous enough to post it on his blog (Looney toons). Thank you Mr. Rangan for feeding us excellent food for thought!
[Baradwaj Rangan is currently the Senior Deputy Editor at The Hindu. He has won the National Award (Swarna Kamal) for Best Film Critic in 2005. His writings on cinema, music, art, books, travel and humour have been published in various magazines like Open, Tehelka, Biblio, Outlook and The Caravan. He has co-written the screenplay for the Tamil rom-com, Kadhal 2 Kalyanam. He teaches a course on cinema at the Asian College of Journalism, Chennai.]
Photos: RK/ Rambling with Bellur
Lunch time in school meant loads of fun. Lunch was between 12.10 to 12.40PM. While in Third Standard, myself, Arvind and Suresh Mani ate sitting on a small yellow stone, inside the ground, slightly away from the Back gate. Invariably there would be only two stones. Arvind and Mani would sit on them and I would have to sit on the fine red mud. That meant my navy blue shorts would become partly light blue shorts!
In Fourth standard, I don’t remember going out to eat. Most of us ate sitting in our designated places. Studious thy name was Yours truly!
In Fifth standard, our class was on the first floor. We still ate inside the class, looking out of the window. This was mainly because three teachers – Noor Fathima, Deena Ram Singh and Anwarunnissa came to our class and ate. The aroma from their huge lunch boxes were awesome! Biriyani, Palak Paneer, Veg Kurma…. All three teachers shouted at us when they ate, and felt we were BADMAASH LADKE! The reason for our noise was we played lot of BOOK CRICKET back then!
Sixth and Seventh standards were terrible. For others. Myself and Hanuman were notorious in pulling the chairs JUST before some one sat. We exchanged pencil box contents and ate from others’ lunch boxes. If we had PT period before the lunch break, that was it. We would be playing and suddenly vanish from the ground and enter the empty class. We would know who brought delicious lunch and opened their boxes. Mahim’s round steel carrier was our first target. He would bring yummy Chapati with Alu Matar, Idly Chutney, Palaav! Palaav in a lunch box those days was something very rare.
Priyankaraj was another guy whose lunch was much in demand. The presentation was what attracted us to open his box. Salad, cream biscuits, cakes, and juice in colourful plastic bottles…we loved it!
Chirag, Vinay and Ramadas would give a spoonful of Sweet Avalakki or Rice Bhaath. A spoonful of good food would only make us want more of it!
Myself and Hanuman would fight while eating others’ lunch boxes, as if it was ours. We would leave just a little hoping that we would not be caught, and ALSO out of humanity.
Arvind’s mom used to bring piping hot food for him everyday just before lunch break. Some of us, foodies in the making, envied this. We already knew the value of hot food! She would always take him to one corner of the Stage (on the Back Ground), and spread a pink towel on the floor. Arvind would be ready with hands washed. She would hand him the Happala and open the first steel container with Anna, next with Saaru, and third with either Majjigehuli / Kootu. Curd rice would be ready in a separate box topped with pickles. We would be playing nearby, and keep an eye on Arvind’s progress. We would only wish we were as fortunate as K. Arvind!
Some boys and girls from north would ALWAYS bring thick Chapati with alu/ baingan. One or two from the neighbouring naadu would only bring curd rice with pickle. Some would bring food wrapped in an aluminium foil. Sometimes, they would force us to have a bite, seeing our food fetish. We would ask for another bite, and they would start giving gaalis! Some would be very tough and not share even a morsel with anyone, nor would they ask for a bite. They would be despised by the foodie group.
Sometimes, some of our classmates would be ill, and sit inside the class during PT period (before lunch break). We would hate it. We would try to send him/her to play or threaten the person of dire consequences if he/she complained. Later we would forcibly give them a small bite, so that they would keep mum.
So lunch time in Sixth and Seventh meant more of play time, as we would have finished lunch. My lunch depended on my mother’s health. She was a class apart in whatever she made! (that’s another post)
L-R (kneeling): Parashuram, Gopal, Vinay, Arvind, myself, Praveen, Vijay
L-R (standing): Kalyan Srinivas, Preetham, Sridhar, Ramesh, Vivekananda, Priyankaraj, Mahim, Chirag, Hanuman, Manalan, Suresh Mani
Eighth standard was when we ate sitting on the 18th cross Bus stand Wall. Once, while sitting and eating Dose, an eagle snatched away my green plastic box, only to be dropped empty minutes later.
In Eighth, we would also go out once a while for JB Bakery Bread toast (75 paise each), Agarwal Bhavan Masale Dose and Krishna Stores Pickles/ Nimbehuli peppermint (5 paise). Everyday after the school at 3.10pm, we would haggle with the guy selling Guavas and Mangoes. When we didn’t have money, we would act as assistants to the Guava guy in smearing salt. We hoped he would be impressed with our services, and give a guava/mango piece for FREE!
The Kulfi selling guy was dark and lean, always with a blue checked lungi. 25 paise for Kulfi and a Bread toast was too costly for us. Those days, to collect 1 rupee, it took days.
By Ninth and Tenth standards, some guys had lost the thrill of lunch time, as they had already started worrying about Life after 10th, +2, LIFE after SCHOOL! But some of us still were as bindaas and careless! We used to start having lunch right from the first period. And the entire row would be partners in crime.
Once during Vijayal’s class, she caught me chewing gum. She always addressed me (quiet correctly) as Paramahimsa! The reason she caught me was, she sat on the teacher’s table, and had a good view, (moving her neck like the jimmy jib camera) of the ongoings ‘under-the table’!
Well it’s lunch time now! Got to go and have lunch from MY box!
Would be fun to know your lunch time stories!
Do you love food? Good food? I mean really tasty good food? Do you get a sense of tranquility when you have good food?
There is a guy whom I know for a long time. Ever since my childhood. I met him yesterday evening near Malleswaram 14th Cross. He looked so calm and in harmony with nature!
There was a small fight going on in front of him for a parking space. But this guy just stood still, which he doesn’t, usually.
I asked him, “Hey, how come you are so peaceful today?”
“I just treated myself a DBC at Polar Bear. How can I not be peaceful?”
“I have heard about BBC, KBC, even OBC. But sorry, what’s this DBC?” I asked.
“Death By Chocolate!”
“The name looks scary…I said.
“Oh no! DBC is non-violent. I will tell you how. From the time you place your order, the calming exercise begins, gradually. When the guy places the cute bowl with dark chocolate cake, vanilla ice cream, chocolate fudge and whipped cream with honey topping in front of you, you don’t dig in immediately. You pause for a moment, thank each layer of DBC for the peace it is bringing within you!
On top of the bowl, you see honey poured on the dark chocolate cake. It is sprinkled with almonds and underneath all of these a scoop of vanilla ice cream is sitting quietly, just like goddess earth. You need to dig in carefully, to get a bit of everything on your spoon. The moment the first spoon goes into your mouth – TRANQUILITY!
Pic courtesy: Polar Bear
The hot chocolate syrup makes it easy to scoop the ice cream out of the tub. Some ice creams stay frozen long after serving. However, Death by Chocolate Ice Cream by Polar Bear is deliciously rich, chocolaty and tasty. The quantity is just right. I love the richness of the chocolate as well as the chocolate cake, and almonds.
I can thoroughly enjoy a DBC only if I have skipped a meal. But today, I didn’t skip…and still I loved my DBC at Polar Bear. The moment you are done, you will not find any fault with the world!” he said.
After he ended, I thought, this guy must have had hundreds of DBCs. But he told today was just his 5th DBC!
“I cannot forget one of my colleagues in my previous ad agency as she was the one who made me drool over DBC. She would narrate about it so nicely. But she had cautioned me that it takes two to finish a rich DBC!
But it was long after I lost touch with her that I decided to have one at Polar Bear – Chandra Layout. That afternoon, I experienced PEACE for the first time! The next one I had at Malleswaram 14th Cross. My third and fourth DBCs were at Sadashivanagar parlor. The fifth time I am experiencing PEACE in this world is here again, this evening! Every time I have a DBC, I thank Anu!”
Hearing him, you could sense the passion he has for tasty food!
Thanks to him, he made me write this post this morning. He is the FOODIE in me!
Would love to hear your DBC stories! Do write about them in the comments please!
Simple question: What’s your favourite ice cream flavour?