kunal vijayakar

For the last year or so, I have been fending off eating a samosa as far as possible. For me, it is a test of my resolve and determination because that’s how much I really like samosas,…
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​​There is no institute, charity, or soup kitchen that I know of, which feeds hundreds of thousands of people free of cost on a daily basis, all 365 days a year. There is not a…
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​​One way of telling stories is to read them from a book, another way is to have someone tell you their account, but the best way, is to actually be part of the story. Stories where you…
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​​There isn’t a mother in the world who has not rebuked, compelled, cajoled, or, in the least, beseeched her offspring into eating vegetables. Considering that green leafy vegetables…
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​​There was a time, in my thinner days, when I’d pop down to the junction of Kemps Corner and Gowalia Tank to Adarsh Mithai Bhandar to pick up 100 gm of Malai Barfi just as a treat.…
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​​Drinking alcohol was never a taboo in my family. Everybody drank – my mother, my father, my grandmother and her mother as well. When my great-grandmother died and we opened her…
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​​Have you ever watched someone deeply immersed into his smartphone, with plugged in headphones, and industriously flicking screens as if in a trance? The chances are that this hostage…
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​​The Bengali I know is passionate. He is as passionate about his fish as he is of a good argument. I’ve had some of my best arguments with Bengalis, from Kosha to Kobita, Rosogolla to…
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​​I just came back from an eating spree in Vadodara, Gujarat. I was there for a day to lecture at a local university, and I could not disregard that persistent, nearly nagging urge to…
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​​I don’t know what kind of allure I have for soup. It’s a dish that literally seduces me into ordering every time I open a menu and sit down to decide. Maybe because we ate a lot of…
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