i and all

All of us have our personal likes and dislikes. They may be considered as weird too, in the eyes of others. Something like this: i adore the rawness that my voice acquires when i've a sore throat.

On considering everybody's wishes and fantasies, there is some similarity. Perhaps, not between a neighbour and me. But, probably, between somebody living in Mysuru and me. What i'm trying to say is, we are all connected through some deliccte, faint threads. We discover them as time passes. Lo and behold, we exclaim. Then.

Whatever might be the differences each one of us have, there is something that binds us together. Maybe, it is because that we belong to the same species residing on earth. Thus, our thought processes ought to be alike. I did find a person who had the same strange fantasy, where she believed that she sounds good when she has a cold. I was shocked, and happy at the same time. To discover a person who shares my likes, be it odd or not.

Individuality is a part of us. Each one of us is unique to some extent. But, not with respect to everything. There is something within us which binds us to the rest of the group. If i am linked to about ten of us in this manner, somebody else is also associated with few other people. It's just that we search for people with whom, some common interests can be discussed. It's just our frequencies do not match. But some frequencies do overlap each other. That's how we develop a gang, whom we'd like to term; our friends.

Yes, individuality is important to me. But, it is not everything. It does not form a complete circle. Something else does. Something that exists in common between Z and me, perhaps.

mishTi dui

My latest fantasy is mishTi dui. It is the bengali term for sweet curd.


I don't know anything about it's preparation and all that. If i remember correctly, i first ate it when i was of school-going age. Way back. But, i never liked it as such.

Of late, i eat mishTi dui whenever possible. And the best place to savour it is at K.C. Das. One outlet is on St. Marks Road, opposite Koshy's. The other lies on a cross road, from D.V.G. Road, Gandhi Bazar.

I like the small clay pots in which they are served. I make it a point to ask for those, rather than the ones available in plastic cups.

It makes a perfect desert, one can say. A li'l tangy, though the sweet taste of the curd predominates. If you pass the above-mentioned roads, do stop by K.C. Das, and relish sweetened curd. On the other hand, everything at the place is amazing, be it malpo, turkish delight, sandesh, or their samosas'(it is known by a different name, i forget it).

Happy DeepavaLi. May bright light lead us on the right path.