I was in Bhopal last week. I was advised that one of the places to be
seen was Bhimbetka cave rock paintings. I was also advised that on the
way to Bhimbetka from Bhopal one must have samosa-gulab jamun snacks at a
particular shop.
Returning back from Bhimbetka, I was
half dozing in the car when the driver suddenly stopped the vehicle with
a jerk. 'Kya hua (what happened) I asked him opening my sleepy eyes.
'Samosay', was his smiling, one word reply. We had reached the famous
samosa-gulab jamun shop.
The name of this small, about 20,000 population town was 'Obeideulapur'. I got down and saw a lttle crowdbusy in eating snacks. I too ordered one large samosa and two gulab jamunas for myself and the same for the driver.
The samosas was surely big as the samosas go- and tasty with a nice filling of mashed boiled potatoes and just a few peas. The gulabjamuns, incredibly fresh, were dark and floating in a generous helping of of sweet, tasty syrup. We qucikly polished those off and finished the adventure with a nice small glass of tea.
Fresh gulab jamuns being prepared.
While making the payment I saw this impressive photo of the owner of the eating place- 'Puran Pahllwan (Puran, the wrestler).
And how much did I pay for this extravaganza? Calculate yourself!
While munching this samosa, my thoughts went back a few months. I was in a multi-nationality Group travelling through the Canadian Rockies in a coach. We reached a small, small, town with about 3,000 population at around lunch time. The name of the town was Chemanius. It is famous, inter-alia, for 39 wall paintings depicting its history. Our Group leqader gave us just 45 minutes to take the photos, snatch a bite and reach back in the coach. Even if I miss the lunch, I am not going to starve, I told myself and got busy taking photos of those wall paintings, which I would be sharing on my website soon. By the time I finished taking phots I had just 5 minutes left for the bus to leave. No, I just cant be late and give a bad name to 1.2 billion Indians I coaxed myself as I ran towards a small departmental store nearby.
I had a quick look at the eatables available. All seemed to be having meat of some sort or the other. I shrugged my shoulders and started moving towards the exit. Then a middle aged lady behand the counter said 'Hello'. Hello I replied back and told her Sorry, I was looking for something vegetarian to eat.
Ah, no problem, I will give you a 'samosa' she said, without batting an eyelid.
My face brightened. I took the samosa paid for it, thanked the lady and ran towards the bus.
And yes, the samosa was priced at 2 Canadain dollars, had a good stuffing of peas and potatoes and tasted good.
