2007/12/03

One of those drafts that I didn't post in time !

Travelling down NH6 on my way to Midnapur last week I was struck by the absolute beauty of the rain washed countryside on either side of the highway . The edges of the roads on either side were fringed by kaash flowers - long white fringed stalks moving in the breeze.



The leaves of the slender trunked sal trees set back a little from the road , were a light jewelled green and the paddy fields where unravaged by the flood waters were jewelled green squabs reaching far away into the distance .


The skies were a clear washed blue with huge cumulonimbus clouds - tier upon tier in great frothy piles .

The Kangsabati river, its waters muddy with earth surged around the pillars of the bridge and as the sun set over the Rupnarayan , it gilded the skies and the remaining clouds .

The house we visited in the heart of Midnapur city , in the middle of the marketplace , was ancient , its brickwork exposed in places . Like all old houses , there was a temple in the garden, its walls and the two steps leading to it ,damp and mossy .

The house had steep narrow stairs ,and as we sat down to eat on the terrace , enclosed by the customary shamiana , the locals gathered around and stared at us , the children in their festive finery of acid pink and neon green ,popular in rural areas, giggled as we were given a teaspoon each to spoon up our rice. The caterer not to be outdone by his Kolkata counterparts had concocted a menu quite out of keeping with the surroundings where a typical Bengali menu would have fitted the bill perfectly .

Consequently , the food was awful - gingery chholey , kochuris, again a very gingery potoler dolma ,chhanar dalna, tasting like spicy baby puke and chutney instead of the typical Bangla food that I was looking forward to . Maybe some moong dal with deep fried julienned potatoes , fried aubergine roundels or begun bhaja ,a fiery alur dom, dhokaar dalna and so on and so forth. There were plenty of sweets though .

Anyway , the drive from Kolkata to Midnapur , quite made up for it although I had to skip dinner owing to the ingestion of bad cholesterol , though not in excess .

Jibananda Das
was quite justified in writing Rupasi Bangla .

7 comments:

hillgrandmom said...

'spicy baby puke'!!! what a comparison :)

ONEDIA said...

Malikka, thanks for a visual tour of a part of the globe I have not visited (but want to do) The photos are stunning.

You are pushing my knowledge so for most of the following paragraph I will spend some time with wikipedia finding out what it all is.

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Consequently , the food was awful - gingery chholey , kochuris, again a very gingery potoler dolma ,chhanar dalna, tasting like spicy baby puke and chutney instead of the typical Bangla food that I was looking forward to . Maybe some moong dal with deep fried julienned potatoes , fried aubergine roundels or begun bhaja ,a fiery alur dom, dhokaar dalna and so on and so forth. There were plenty of sweets though .

See ya later

joy and laughter

O.

Bulbul said...

Happened upon your site thru Bong Mom's, love the title. Lovely pictures, are those rowers on the lake. My daughter who is a varsity rower in Canada complains about missing rowing time when in Calcutta...if those are rowers there must be a club somewhere on that lake..which means she can spend all day on the lake for all I care and an end to incessant whining and peaceful vacation time with relatives for moi.

Elendil said...

Haha.. 'spicy baby puke' :P

Ps: You should write a book on your travels. Complete with photographs.

eve's lungs said...

Sue- yes that's what I imagine baby puke would have tasted like!
Onedia - I shall enlighten you shortly on non-gingery chholey and chhanar dalna that doesnt taste like baby puke!
Bulbul- Hi - thanks for dropping by and for your kind comments . Yes there are 3 clubs.If your daughter wants to join let me know because we are members at 1 of the clubs
Prayag- yes baby puke -! And abour writing -I suppose I could if I had the time .

ONEDIA said...

Eve'sLung,

When are you coming out to play?

Kalyan said...

WoW...some really beautiful shots. I also enjoy the train trips to Kharagpur running trough the green paddy fields & blue skies & yes I have also been in such kind of ambiance which are very different from our city based ones...lovely reading your words too!