Random Musings..of an Awry Neuron

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My tryst with Bombay and its denizens continues..this time the location is the strip where the rich and poor loose identity..

“The temptress goes by different names, indeed even distinctive tastes in different cities. I risk being dunked in the pitcher for such heresy, but i’ll say it: Mumbai’s is the worst. ‘Pani puri’ — what a pedestrian description. Forget Lucknow’s flowery pani ke batashey, it’s no match for the well-rounded gol-guppa. Delhi’s term encompasses not only the roly-poly product, but also its purpose; eating it serves the same social role as gossip, gup-shup. Call me biased, but Kolkata bests them all. A literary city would naturally coin a word straight out of the Golden Treasury. ‘Puchka’ — how onomatopoeically it mimics the squish in your mouth, and echoes the explosion of sensations on your palate.” – Bachi Karkaria, ERRATICA, TOI (http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/home/opinion/bachi-karkaria/erratica/Mooh-mein-pani-puri/articleshow/2076753.cms)