For a considerable period of my life I was averse to North Indian food. It was probably because that is what I grew up eating. North Indian food was my staple. I would turn a deaf ear to my mother when she wanted me to eat home cooked food. I was more into Chinese and continental, and ended up ordering food from outside most of the times.
Life took a strange turn when went I abroad for my MBA. I was excited as everyone is when they go out of India and especially because I was going to the USA. It felt like my dream was coming true. Everything was super fun after I joined my college and life was nothing short of a party with friends. I missed my family though, but I enjoyed a lot there! I didn’t have any Indian friend in my group, so I practically thrived on burgers and hotdogs in terms of food. The first setback I experienced was on Christmas.
Life took a strange turn when went I abroad for my MBA. I was excited as everyone is when they go out of India and especially because I was going to the USA. It felt like my dream was coming true. Everything was super fun after I joined my college and life was nothing short of a party with friends. I missed my family though, but I enjoyed a lot there! I didn’t have any Indian friend in my group, so I practically thrived on burgers and hotdogs in terms of food. The first setback I experienced was on Christmas.
Christmas was such a big festival there that it almost reminded me of Diwali in Delhi, my hometown. Surprisingly, my friends who were otherwise into partying and hanging out most of the times, chose to spend time their family! I was invited to one of their places formally and I was surprised to notice that I was on the verge of choking seeing their entire family together. Memories of last Christmas flashed back into my mind where I vividly remember that I went out with my family and had a grand dinner at one of favorite restaurants in Saket.
I grew increasingly home (country, in fact!) sick and gradually the unbelievable happened to me- I started craving typical North Indian food. Initially I found it hard to admit, but I repented having rejected going to the best north Indian restaurants in Gurgaon once for a Mexican restaurant. Ah those flavors, and home-made food became a sweet dream for me. it was only when I returned to India I took a vow that I would never ever say no to Indian cuisine, and I realized how dear I hold them to my heart!
I grew increasingly home (country, in fact!) sick and gradually the unbelievable happened to me- I started craving typical North Indian food. Initially I found it hard to admit, but I repented having rejected going to the best north Indian restaurants in Gurgaon once for a Mexican restaurant. Ah those flavors, and home-made food became a sweet dream for me. it was only when I returned to India I took a vow that I would never ever say no to Indian cuisine, and I realized how dear I hold them to my heart!