Summer signals the advent of mangoes. And the fixation to have as many as you can accommodate – some eat, some drink, some suck on an unpeeled mango with much ado and noise.
Morning Meanderings is a musings column by Dr Santosh Bakaya. Enjoy her jottings with a hot cup of tea. 🙂
During my morning walks in the park, I come across many joggers, belonging to different clubs, recognizable by their differently colored jogging paraphernalia. Today the members of one club dressed in maroon, were talking to members of another club, who were dressed in yellow.
“Yesterday, I bought three kilos of mangoes, I could not resist the temptation, they were so cheap,” said the one wearing yellow.
“What will you do with three kilos? Your children are studying abroad,” asked another, lovingly patting his paunch, which I had noticed, seemed to be growing every day despite his regular visits to the park.
“Don’t tell me, the old lovebirds are going to gorge on these mangoes?” This remark came from the one with the bald pate.
“Yeh to khud hi mango bana hua hai. In logon ka to jogging suit hi yellow hai.” (He himself looks like a mango, even the jogging suits of his club are yellow.) Saying this, the paunchy one laughed in self-congratulatory mirth, while the others also guffawed.
“Yes, exactly,” the man, a good sport, smiled a sheepish smile. “Actually, I bought it in a spurt of impulsive buying, because lately I had read an article on the benefits of mango-eating. It bust all myths about mangoes. It said, it reduces cholesterol, and even diabetics can have it, so I could not resist the temptation.”
“I don’t believe all this! Yoga is the best,” opined another, dashing towards a group a little further away, involved in trying out different yogic postures under the strict supervision of a robust-looking yoga instructor.
“Vegetables have become so costly, and there is a glut in mangoes. Dassehri and langda, safeda, Hafoos are flooding the markets.”
“In the wholesale market, they are selling pretty cheap.”
“Yes. Every day, 80-100 trucks of mangoes are arriving in Muhana Mandi from Uttar Pradesh.”
“The very mention of the word mango sent Ghalib into raptures.”
“Yes, indeed. He was a mango lover extraordinaire. I am a mere mortal.”
“In one of his letters to his friend he lamented that now that he was sixty, he could not eat more than ten or twelve mangoes in one sitting.
mujhsey pooch, tumhey khabar kya hai,
aam key aagey neyshakar kya hai ….”
(Ask me, for what do you know. A mango is far sweeter than sugarcane….)
As the group continued talking about the fact and fixation about mangoes, a handful of green flashed past me, flew to a neem tree, and was camouflaged there.
I had caught sight of its long, pointed tail and heard its twittering calls.
“Tree-tree-tree,” it greeted me from behind the tree.
The fact of the matter was that a beautiful Green Bee-eater had me fixated.
Now, mangoes and obsessive mango-eaters held no interest for me.
The green Bee-eater had made my day.
But wait, there was more!
As I headed home, a particular scene brought a smile to my lips. The reclusive woman, who had burst into a spurt of giggles a couple of days back, at the prankster monkey’s pranks, was sitting in her small garden, comfortably ensconced in a chair, eating a juicy mango. As her eyes fell on me, she smiled apologetically, but continued eating unapologetically, the mango juice dribbling down her lips.
The glint in her eyes, the look of pure ecstasy on her face, the single-minded concentration with she was gorging on the yellow delicacy, was a special scene that had made my day.
Yeh sirf ‘aam’ baat nahin, kuch khaas thhi. 🙂 (Aam also means common in Hindi and this wasn’t ordinary, it was special)
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