So. Admit it. How many of you secretly go to South Indian restaurants and look at the menu section for Bournvita or Horlicks ? Hmm? Well. I do. And not secretly at all. Till just about three-four years ago Id go for parties in dilli carrying half a lt doodh ka packet: Ding dong. Door opens. I flash a happy pair of Buffaloes on milk packet and politely ask Can I please boil this for myself? Slowly, I became a social embarrassment. People dreaded escorting me to parties. You see, my friends usually liked whiskey shiskey - the kinda high you get from shops that sell angerzi sharab. I would get high from booths that sell doodh. Bas. Its not that I didnt try. Like a good baccha for years I tried to fit into Dilli life. Hic. But you know how it is ... you grow up, realise. Angrezi sharab makes me very dull, boring. Milk, on the other hand brings a mellow sweetness to me. I am more grounded, softer, tender, open, conversational, absorbing. I like me like that. Hence, doodh. Khair. I like - read love- hot milk at night. I do. ( Sip, sip. ) But. The bestest way milk is to be had is what I found Shyamu Bhaiyya from Kanpur doing in Pic No 1. Cook the milk with all shhhshecret ingredients including kesar. Like really cook it, stir it. Make sounds in kadai. Let the others inhale the flavours. Feel the heat rising from the kadai. Strain it to check the consistency, Pic No 2. The sounds of the hot milk falling into abundance of more hot milk. Aha! Now, serve it hot, hot. Ideally in a kulladah. With - greedy, greedy- garma garm jalebis! Kheer. Sewaiyan. Phirni. Kada Prasad. Panchamrit. Malpooa. Panjiri. Gujiya. Payasam ... n of course, RasOgulla! So. Me and Shyamu Bhaiyya humbly propose. Let us unanimously declare the National Drink of India : Doodh! Doodh! Doodh! Doodh! Without milk, India is not Indiah!
Posted on: Tue, 09 Dec 2014 16:18:32 +0000
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