Samosa aur Chutney ho jaai
This incident occurred when I was quite young. I used to live in a colony at that time. We had this sweet shop about a block away from my home and it was usual adda whenever we got a little hungry and nothing mum makes will satisfy the craving for some spicy samosas.
Now first let me talk about this shop. It was called "Bengal Sweets" and for some reason known only to us we called it "Bay of Bengal". I guess we were so tired of trying to draw the perfect shape of "Bay of Bengal", I really don't remember.
Anyways so there were about 4 guys who worked there, one fat owner and three other younger bengalis. This place was really small when you actually consider the size of the shop, but when you consider the aroma that came from it the shop was easily about half a kilometer long. Really it was like a black hole from which there was no escaping once you are in its half kilometer radius.
The garam garam bengali samosa's and kachori's filled with some unique filling and his sweets well they were so soft that I could rarely feel them in my mouth, they would just melt away into my ever watering mouth. Now this guy was really talented, in about a year his shop was brimming with every variety of bengali delicacies you could find. It was amazing, I simply loved this adda hidden away in one corner, tempting and totally satisfying.
Anyway so once me and friends were in this sinful place as usual gobbling away at some samosas. To my horror I found this little cockroach ka egg in the chutney he provided with the samosas. Now however yummy your food is things like this can totally ruin your mood. I was so mad, mad at myself for finding it, mad at the owner for being so careless. I went red with anger. I stalked up to his front desk and started yelling at him. I was just so mad and I doubt that he even cared. I just kept saying things like how can you be so careless, how can you feed us trash like this, I will get your shop closed and lotts of other blah blah when you are really mad. Suddenly a got a tap on my shoulder. There was this really old uncle standing right next to me all the time I was standing there. He was listening to all my gussa very quietly so basically I was not even aware of his existence. He taps me and then very softly he questions me "Beta cockroach mar gaya ki zinda hai (Is it dead or alive)".
I can never forget that expression ever. He was curious as is obvious, but it was like the wierdest thing to ask, at that moment I just shut up. I took a refund of the samosas and left. I did not return to that shop for a very long time after that.
I still think about it to this day and wonder how my answer would have helped the old man. Maybe in his pity for me he asked me that question. Maybe...
Anyways adios folks, like I said before I feel like Dumbledore pulling out threads of memory every time I blog.
Now first let me talk about this shop. It was called "Bengal Sweets" and for some reason known only to us we called it "Bay of Bengal". I guess we were so tired of trying to draw the perfect shape of "Bay of Bengal", I really don't remember.
Anyways so there were about 4 guys who worked there, one fat owner and three other younger bengalis. This place was really small when you actually consider the size of the shop, but when you consider the aroma that came from it the shop was easily about half a kilometer long. Really it was like a black hole from which there was no escaping once you are in its half kilometer radius.
The garam garam bengali samosa's and kachori's filled with some unique filling and his sweets well they were so soft that I could rarely feel them in my mouth, they would just melt away into my ever watering mouth. Now this guy was really talented, in about a year his shop was brimming with every variety of bengali delicacies you could find. It was amazing, I simply loved this adda hidden away in one corner, tempting and totally satisfying.
Anyway so once me and friends were in this sinful place as usual gobbling away at some samosas. To my horror I found this little cockroach ka egg in the chutney he provided with the samosas. Now however yummy your food is things like this can totally ruin your mood. I was so mad, mad at myself for finding it, mad at the owner for being so careless. I went red with anger. I stalked up to his front desk and started yelling at him. I was just so mad and I doubt that he even cared. I just kept saying things like how can you be so careless, how can you feed us trash like this, I will get your shop closed and lotts of other blah blah when you are really mad. Suddenly a got a tap on my shoulder. There was this really old uncle standing right next to me all the time I was standing there. He was listening to all my gussa very quietly so basically I was not even aware of his existence. He taps me and then very softly he questions me "Beta cockroach mar gaya ki zinda hai (Is it dead or alive)".
I can never forget that expression ever. He was curious as is obvious, but it was like the wierdest thing to ask, at that moment I just shut up. I took a refund of the samosas and left. I did not return to that shop for a very long time after that.
I still think about it to this day and wonder how my answer would have helped the old man. Maybe in his pity for me he asked me that question. Maybe...
Anyways adios folks, like I said before I feel like Dumbledore pulling out threads of memory every time I blog.




