W=892 “FUN ON MASK
Mark is long time good friend of my brother who lives in Canada. Mark lives in Munich. He is very much German in spirit and culture and food . My brother teases him by addressing "Hi Mr.Germ -Brahamin!" But at the same time he was curious to know about eastern cultures ; specially about Indian elaborate marriage ceremony.
Once he came to Canada in my brother's house just before the lunch time, for consulting with him about some of his business related problem . My brother informed him that he had to go for attending the daughter's marriage- ceremony of his intimate college friend .He had to leave home at 2 pm. So next morning he would be free to discuss about the problem .
Mark : "no problem ! I am free to stay in your majestic guest -room "and laughed warmly.
My sister-in-law announced , "Please come to the dining table, otherwise 'puri 'will be Cold."
My brother stood up for dining hall and requested Mark to join for lunch. with him .
Mark : " I rather wish to accompany you to Indian marriage ceremony, if you or your friend do not mind anything about uninvited guest".
" Really ? It will be a pleasure for me and my friend, both . Please come to the dining hall and have some coffee at least."
But as Mark was sipping coffee, he behaved like sniffing dog and asked "what are those fluffy ball-like staffs? It smells so good that my mouth is full off saliva ;"
Brother : "The smell is from the chicken curry and not from the fluffy ball which is "puri". But chicken with puri is fantastic combination;"
Kiki,my sister-in-law , brought another plate with the items and asked Mark to taste it . Mark finished the plate speechless and in one breath with the comment "fantastic, really fantastic!"
My brother said laughing "Now you loose your virginity of German Brahamin."
Mark asked Kiki the recipe of chicken and wanted to see how to make the fluffy ball of flour, if possible. Kiki was happy for getting high opinion of her cooking delicacy. As more batter of extra flour was left, so she gave demonstration to Mark .
Mark was following every activity of Kiki without dropping his eyes. As Kiki dropped a piece of small flat round "puri "in the hot smoky oil of "Karai" //(metal bowl), it began to rise up high to take the shape of ball ,Mark went backward few steps briskly in fear , as if it might explode, with exclaimation,
" o gosh , terrible, terrible !"nodding his head . " I doubt my wife is sure to divorce me if I want her to cook this. Rather I will come here to taste it."
Kiki and my brother both exploded in laughter.
'Now get ready to attend the marriage ceremony where you will get opportunity of grabbing plenty of puris and lots of gourmet items which even gods of western world in heaven ever dream or hear!"
They reached little late . Mark lost sight of my brother for a while as he had some responsibility to supervise the party meticulously : It was grand royal banquet with warm Reception arrangement.
The bride was Bengali; daughter of Mr Basu .Bridegroom was Italian boy: inter-continental marriage .So first in Bengali rituals under a Hindu Priest with Sanskrit mantras and then according to Christian Religion in Church . The Hindu way of rituals was too lengthy, because the bridegroom wished all Sanskrit mantras to be read Perhaps he was prejudiced. that lengthy process made the Indian marriage strong and stable .But Mark was impressed and happy to fulfill his long cherished wish to attend the Indian wedding party. And the food ?....... language is too poor to measure the satisfaction of eating.......simply divine!
After the banquet Mr Basu congratulated Mark for attending the ceremony . The crowd became thinner as the most invitees left. Mark with my brother's family came back at late night. Before going to bed they spent half an hour with chatting and drinking wine.
Mark hesitatingly asked "One thing isn't clear to me why the Bride's father wear a long 'diaper' in the ceremony? ....... Otherwise I enjoyed everything.
My brother took little time to grasp and then burst into laughter.
" That is not diaper ,it is called "dhuti"in Bengal. I will show you tomorrow my own photo as bridegroom wearing similar long-diaper; it is ceremonial marriage -suit in Bengali custom. "
The above story happened 25 years back.
But very recently some student journalists came back to Washington from India . They watched in TV news that India was declared as epicenter of Covid-19. .
Those journalists divulged a novel news;
" Why not? it is their own fault, own ignorance .We surveyed the pilgrims in KumvaMela taking bath in the sacred river of Ganges without keeping social distance .
More over, lots of nude 'sadhus'. didn't put the mask to cover nose and mouth, but extremely lower naval waist . we were shocked and surprised; we asked an adult stand by Indian guy why these nude sadhus didn't put on the mask on right place of face in spite of wearing to protect penis? The guy threw us a mocking glance and Colgate styled laugh exhibiting all teeth.
"Thats not face-mask but called "Nengti" sadhu's nengti.!
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