There
I was, in a military hotel-thus named because the first of the
kind emerged to cater to the carnivorous needs of Tamils that
had enlisted in the army and were back home on furlough, in what
was then primarily herbivore territory (a status that has since
changed; Tamil Nadu boasts the highest per capita consumption
of fish, among all states, in India)-engaged in the complex tossing
up required to decide between fried rabbit and roast quail (I
eventually went with the safe option, both) when I heard a group
that had just come in, and occupied the next table, place its
order.
"Rendu fish fry, rendu gobi manchurian
......" (Two fried fish, two gobi manchurian)
Now, gobi manchurian (we will come to what
exactly this exotic sounding dish is in a while) is not exactly
the kind of thing you'd expect to find in a military hotel, or
a Chettinad (specialising in the fiery cuisine of the Chettiars,
a Tamil sub-community) restaurant. Yet, over the course of a week
in December, the only time of the year Chennai is inhabitable-
reasons for: the weather, which is balmy, a Carnatic music and
dance festival, some 3,000 concerts in the span of a month; reasons
against: hordes of descending non-resident Indians, which means
crowds everywhere -that is exactly what I found. Chennai is no
longer about filter-coffee and mysore pak (a sweetmeat made from
flour, dollops of clarified butter and a healthy helping of sugar);
it is about gobi manchurian, a fixture in menus of restaurants
across the city, even in those that largely subscribe to the idli-dosa
ideology.
Gobi manchurian is nothing but cauliflower,
slathered with spices, deep fried, then served dry or in a gravy
(see How To Make Gobi Manchurian). It emerged on the culinary
firmament sometime in the late 1980s or early 1990s, in Bangalore.
The first restaurants to offer this were the Kamath-types, restaurants
whose owners could trace back (within a couple of generations,
that is), their roots to the staunchly-Brahmin and staunchly-vegetarian
region of Udipi, somewhere in the neighbourhood of Karnataka's
South-West, adjoining the Arabian Sea. Dakshin Canara, as the
region is still popularly known, also boasts a traditional non-vegetarian
cuisine, but that is another story. In Udipi, for instance, there
aren't too many restaurants that serve meat of any kind (this
writer's memory from a decade-old trip is that there is none).
HOW TO MAKE GOBI MANCHURIAN |
Cut cauliflower (gobi)
into small pieces. Soak in hot water for five minutes. Take
the bigger mix pack and add required quantity of water to
make a paste with no lumps. Dip gobi pieces and deep fry in
oil on medium flame till golden brown like bhajis/bhondas.
Heat 25 ml oil in a frying pan. Cut onion, garlic, ginger
and capsicum into small pieces and fry them in oil till golden
brown. Add 100 ml water to the smaller mix pack and one packet
tomato ketchup and heat in the same pan. Put fried gobi pieces
and mix well until water evaporates on high flame. Garnish
gobi manchurian with coriander leaves and tomato ketchup.
Serve hot.
Source: www.kwalityspices.com, the
company that makes the mixes (hence all the talk of bigger
mix pack and smaller mix pack). For from-scratch recipes,
look up Google (761 finds)
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The Bangalore of the late 1980s/early 1990s
was a happening place. The pub-culture was old enough for women,
even single women, to brave venturing into watering holes for
a pitcher of draught, yet new enough for people to still be excited
about pubs (and for the pubs themselves to retain their freshness).
The tech-boom was some time away, but very much in sight. And,
in a city that liked to eat out, traditional cuisine, facing the
onslaught of a slew of eateries offering every kind of cuisine,
was ready for a make-over. In many ways, gobi manchurian symbolised
that makeover. It is a wholly original dish, not South Indian,
not North Indian, and definitely not Chinese in origin. The typical
vegetarian family in Bangalore would order soup (strictly of the
South Indian variety), gobi manchurian (served with toothpicks
for easy consumption), and either an unlimited South Indian meal
or rotis and a few North Indian dishes cooked the South Indian
way. Pubs started offering gobi manchurian as a starter for their
vegetarian patrons.
From Bangalore, the dish has travelled to
other parts of Karnataka, to Chennai and other cities in Tamil
Nadu, even Kerala and Andhra Pradesh, although the last two have
escaped its stranglehold over menus to some extent. I'd like to
view the dish less as a culinary eyesore (it tastes like a highly-spiced
fried vegetable that desperately wants to be highly-spiced meat)
than an indication of the cultural transformation of certain parts
of South India, especially (and coincidentally) those that have
benefitted from the it boom. Both, for instance, are highly unnatural.
Then, some old-school-types may consider civilisation itself unnatural.
Forget the philosophising and bring on the gobi manchurian.
PS: An opportunistic spice-marketer
has launched gobi manchurian mixes that are all the rage in supermarkets
across Chennai and Bangalore.
The Science Of Gymming |
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Sherlekar: Now we know why he
has two hands |
Your posture is all wrong
and so are the shoes," says Virendra Sherlekar, Managing
Partner at Talwalkars, arguably India's oldest branded fitness
center which has just come to Delhi. The man is a mechanical
engineer from the Indian Institute of Technology, Bombay,
and he has actually designed some of the equipment at the
35 branches (across 12 cities) of the fitness chain, so
I decide to be a little more careful in the use of my high-heeled
bone-coloured court shoes (I make a note never to wear it
to any meetings I may have with fitness gurus in the future).
That, a fitness guru, albeit a science-minded one, is what
Sherlekar is. For 18 years after his graduation from IIT,
Sherlekar lived in the US, working for Honeywell for some
time, earning a PhD in operations research (and a black-belt
in taekwondo), and living the great Indian-American dream.
Then, inspired by Jane Fonda's fitness videos which turned
him into an aerobics-fanatic, Sherlekar and wife Asha returned
to India, met with Madhukar Talwalkar whose father Vishnu
had founded the chain as an akhada (training camp for wrestlers)
in 1932, and started offering aerobics lessons at one Talwalkars
centre. The association has lasted (growing into a partnership)
and Sherlekar even trains 150 personal trainers every year
at the company's fitness academy in Pune. "The time
for serious exercising is between the ages of 35 and 50,"
says the 59-year-old who still exercises for six hours a
week. There's still enough time left for me.
-Amanpreet Singh
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