Memoirs-1

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Triggered by a visit to the food court nearby for 'Prata' for dinner, I am here to write the first of what I hope is a good series of memories from university. Fondly (!) called 'PP' by the Indians in my univ, Prata Point changed from a place whose very name I sneered at in the beginning to one where I go quite often (that even my mom asks if I had prata!).

Be it the plain (kosong!) prata or the yummy chilli-cheese-onion prata or the funny banana version, pratas have become a refreshing change to both canteen food and my cooking :) [Ah, my cooking deserves a whole special post of its own!] Ordering the prata with sambaarrr and not sambal (chicken curry!), watching the stall guy earnestly speak Tamil to my non-Tamil speaking friends, the smile he has for his regulars, the cigarette stench of the place, the nonchalant men with their bottles of cheap beer, people of all kinds with plates of steaming food, the plump drinks stall ladies asking us if we'd like anything to drink, have all become so normal it's tough to think of them as something acquired more during the last year than earlier.

But whatever said and done, pratas will remind me most of the irritable lady in one of the canteens who chops chicken and pratas alike in the same chopping board before giving them to the customers, and my angry retort when I realized she does that: "Don't touch my pratas with that knife!"

Little wonder she always barks at me.

Pratas. Not parathas, not paranthas.
Pratas.

Thanks to blogger hautestuff for the image.

13 comments:

A Son said...

Nice post yaar!

Raj said...

"Pratas. Not parathas, not paranthas.
Pratas." :D

Nice memoir! :)

rsubras said...

>>Ordering the prata with sambaarrr and not sambal (chicken curry!), watching the stall guy earnestly speak Tamil to my non-Tamil speaking friends, the smile he has for his regulars, the cigarette stench of the place, the nonchalant men with their bottles of cheap beer, people of all kinds with plates of steaming food

indha description la paartha singapore maathiriye therilaye...etho thottabetta road u mela mutta parotta type effect thaan kannu munnadi nikkuthu :)

watever u say....Nothing like self made food Vani :)

Karthik B.S. said...

edhukku andha photo poteenga.. pasikudhu ippo enakku. :(

a son said...

anyways isn't this pic an omelette and not a pratha.. :D

Vani Viswanathan said...

a son,
Thanks :)
It is a prata, see the outer layer :P I'm not sure if the filling is egg or cheese, though!

Raj,
Thank you!

RS,
haha.. that's coz it's a local food court wat!

Karthik BS,
Nariya per ipdi enna verupethirkanga.. my turn!

Ramya said...

Naanum completely horrified to see meat and prata cutting sharing the same knife !! Ewwww !

Aravind said...

//funny banana version

sounds interesting!! enakku oru plate "banana prata parcel, please!!! :D

and ya.. with sambaar, not sambal!

Aravind said...

and, same knife?!!
Ewwwww!!!

Bhargavi sekhar said...

Pratas? No comments:| Just came here to wish your girl a hap hap happy birthday! :)

Vani Viswanathan said...

Ramya,
Welcome to the real world :P

Aravind,
Ah! Quick learner!

Bhargavi,
Thank you. She's thrilled!

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PO said...

Ha ha - My mom would be dragging me out of that place if she ever saw that.

Anyways, I just bumped into your blog and have tagged it. So, please do keep writing :-)