ble to choose. You can choose your dishes – south or north, veg or non-veg. But, the sorry fact
is that you can’t choose and pick much of homemade, simple food. Now you get my idea of a traveler’s luxury?
And then, to travel! Four destinations, with four-score and more dishes to test and taste.
BANGALORE
Sneha’s family, with roots in Kerala, is now settled in Bangalore.
Ashish & Sneha with her parents Mr. T P Joseph & Mrs. Gracy Joseph, and her brother Swaroop
There was a reception at Bangalore, in honor of the newlyweds. So, our first halt was there. Staying with Jinu (Anu’s cousin) and Relly was fun; equally enjoyable was the time the three kids Jeevan, Johan and Steve could have. Relly surprised us with waffles: American food, she says. Just for that, I love America!
For Steve, the highlight was KFC!
L-R: Steve, Sneha, Ashish, Johan and Jeevan
PUNE
GoAir took us to Pune. Just an hour's flight... and our destination is a Seminary. Aren't these good excuses to be on a fast?!
Jecko, Steve and Anu at UBS: The sculpture in the back depicts Jesus washing Peter's feet, a reminder of servant leadership.
Shalu’s treat at Pune started at Krishna Gardens, with one of my favorites: hot rotis baked in the oven, with vegetables. Salted lassi to go with it.
Sharon & Anu: Japanese Garden
Sharon (Anu’s cousin) is a postgrad student at Symbiosis School of Law. She joined us for a day’s outing, and we all roamed round Pune. That involved eating at a really good joint – “George”, as it is called: tasty biriyanis, nans, pulao and the like! Shivaji’s fort was history. Japanese Garden was culture. And the eating places just yummy!
Anu, Steve, Jecko & Sharon at the Shivaji Fort, Pune
The second day, we joined the seminarians for lunch: beef biriyani, prepared for around 200 hungry stomachs. It’s all unbiblical: after they had finished, very little was there to be collected in baskets. But the joy and fun overflows. We sat around the table with friends old and new: all from Kerala. Jokes, banters, humorous stories of unrequited love affairs, interests expressed and rejected… all flew across the table. A birthday too was celebrated, and the birthday baby was coaxed into buying ice creams for all of us round the table!
The Two Gandhis
The afternoon was again for roaming around Pune. The Samadhi of Kasturba Gandhi tells us a story with a moral: an activist is not an island. Gandhiji’s involvement and sacrifice in the freedom struggle was strengthened by that saintly woman who was at his side from near childhood.
Steve and Jecko at the Kasturba Samadhi
Now for a merrier note: Sarah, my student for MA in CMS College, Kottayam, is nicknamed ‘Gandhi’ for her truthfulness and honesty. As a family, we were with this batch for a tour, years back (Steve was just 3 years old then.) We came to know that Sarah is in Pune. We felt that a visit would be nice!
with Sarah
SURAT
Signs of misbehavior from the stomach made us a bit careful. Supper was limited to fruits. For, it was an all-night travel by road from Pune to Surat. To see us off, there was indeed a big bunch from UBS. That is love… a sincere and unpremeditated practice of what they learn from the Bible.
It was our first experience travelling in a sleeper coach by road – and that too, a double decked one! After about an hour’s weaving through various pick-up points in Pune, the bus hit the highway, and it was a smooth ride for about 10 hours to Surat.
Why Surat? Again, bonds of love, of friendship. Moni (Mr. Scaria John, Pulinjumootil) from Mallappally and I share a special bond of friendship, developed mainly through the CSI Choir, Mallappally.
The ol' Paachuvum Kovaalanum: Jecko & Moni
Moni and Sherly always wanted us to visit them. The two days with them and their children Merin and Mebin just went off, making all of us feel that more time was needed. Visits to the Planetarium, malls, industrial belts, and homes of some friends, or just a drive through the clean and spacious roads- Surat fascinated us.
Moni, Sherly, Merin & Mebin enjoying at the Mall
No need to talk of food! Sherly and Moni just pampered us and coaxed us to eat more. And Sherly proved that the food that tastes best can be simply simple.
Merin, Mebin, Steve
Renji, a student of Anne, now works in Surat. He joined us on a visit to the mall. Renji was keen that he should entertain us with a meal. So once again we could have those good nans, rotis and north Indian rice preparations.
We’ve always wanted to travel by Rajadhani Express. So, it was that from Surat to Delhi. Honestly, we didn’t enjoy it much! Was it coz we expected much? The complementary breakfast was fresh and tasty: the three of us took omlette with bread.
It was common practice, but I felt it funny: after we had finished eating, and the plates got cleared, one of the waiters approached the passengers with a plate of sweetened cumins (jeera): a popular practice in India. These cumins give a fresh feeling to the mouth. A hundred rupee note lay on top. Surely, this was placed by the guy! The message was clear: you may drop in some money as tip. Can be Rs. 100, or even more? The passengers knew better… purses were opened, and what came out were tens or twenties.
DELHI
Once again to Delhi. It is indeed “new” Delhi for us- it’s now the place where Ashish works. We are now visiting a place where we have the family of our brother and sister. And, this visit helped us to be part of other families as well…!
Sneha's first visit to Ashish's office
Emmanuel Hospital Association, where Ashish works as Finance Officer, had to celebrate the marriage of their colleague. Sneha’s parents joined us there, and we all took part in the party arranged there. Again, pulao, but with different side preparations: paneer, fish and chicken. The next evening, it was the turn of Bethel CSI Malayalam Church at Vikaspuri to celebrate.
Sam Mathew Achen leading the Service
My dear friend Rev. Sam Mathew Kavunkal now ministers there. He has the midas touch of changing functions into festivals, and we all had a wonderful time there. Pratheesh achen came all the way from Dehradun. There was another student of our first batch, now an ordained priest, Rev. John Mathai who gave the sermon.
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The same caterer who served the previous day gave us fried rice and chicken; on both occasions, the food was fresh, tasty and enjoyable
Piyush, Jecko, Steve, Ashish, Sneha, Biju, Pranav, Elsie and Anu
Stay in Delhi was great, especially as we were with Biju and Elsie. Biju (Mr. Abraham P Kurian) hails from Mallappally, and is the senior colleague of Ashish.Surprisingly, Elsie and Anu are similar in many ways, also in their love for mutton biriyani and peanut butter too! With Biju and Elsie and their two sons Piyush and Pranav, moments of fun and enjoyment went unmeasured. Steve once again had his ‘mall visits’, with his two new friends. And, one more KFC!
The ‘Delhi Darsan’ as Biju calls it, was an early morning drive through the city. Rastrapati Bhavan, Parliament Houses, Qutab Minar, India Gate… but what fascinated me most was Chandni Chowk… especially its Jalebi Walla!
This shop boasts of a tradition of 142 years. Golden brown jalebis, fresh and crisp, scooped out from the huge frying pans… a temptation too hard to resist! Our day started with jalebis instead of tea!
The jalebis dipped in sugary syrup were made out of fresh ghee which made it edible for our stomach in the wee hours of the morning. As their custom was, the father made the first jalebi, made it an offering to the gods, then handed over the day’s business to his son. While we chatted with him, the old man was proud to say that his shop was more than a century old and he also said that malayalees were good people, contrary to what we mallus ourselves believe!
As if to take us to a different side of the Delhi taste, Biju’s next halt was at a ‘chola puri’ stall. A small cart and two men, but it was brisk business. We had to wait for some time till we could place our order. It was tasty; but more to it, the people were courteous, willing to come to the parked car more than once to serve the fresh stuff on leaves and paper, truly ‘dilhi’ style!
On Sunday afternoon, with Sneha’s parents, we all went out to eat after church. This time, it was a Chinese hotel, which served Indian food as well. Not brave enough to try Chinese, we remained patriotic. The soup was very delicious….
Delhi was slowly coming out of its winter. Such a change of season often means health problems. It seems that we too were getting affected. But, we held on, and God was kind enough to let us be so.
Home’s the best. And so, Elsie and Biju did it. That marked our grand finale of the wedding season: the dinner at their place: the Kerala colors of kappa (tapioca), fish curry and chicken roast. Who can resist?
Indigo, in their in-flight leaflet, advertises some chocolate cookies, in an attractive reusable cookie tin. We bought one. It was beautiful outside, and tasty inside. We enjoyed it on our Delhi-Nedumbassery flight: our dessert of the wedding season.
Travelling means eating out. Though there are risks involved – indigestion and tummy aches – it is worth a try. For, then only can we really enjoy what is often called, ‘the taste of India’.
From waffles and jalebis to kappa and meen curry, our travel was truly tasty!
