thinking of food moves me in Marathi…

We’ve all heard of the simple, the complex and the enlightened person.  The Simple person comes home from work asking, “what’s for dinner?”  Meanwhile, the complex person comes home pondering the imponderables of fate.  The exact nature of that one’s thoughts are to unwieldly to display here–indeed Shakespeare based his longest play on the complex person, fraught as he was with…to simply put it…inaction.  Finally, the englightened person comes home from work asking, “what’s for dinner?”

And so it was in that spirit–the latter, palliative spirit–that I came home today.  I thought to myself, “Ah, I wonder what food I’ll be eating tonight!” and immediately as I had thought it, my mind, from images and smells, moved into language: Waran bhaat, loncha, aani salad.  Yes, that last word’s self-explanatory.  But as if regressing, or hyper-gressing into some alternate world, there it was, the food of the simple/enlightened person.

Not caviar with sprigs of parsely and covered with truffle sauce–no that would be spiritually sparse, and trifling in the grand scheme of things.  I thought of rice and lentils, beans and rice, salt, pickle perhaps to taste and the generous spoonful of ghee to lather it down my throat.  And in Marathi I dreamt on my ride home from…work… 

~ by hmkedar on November 27, 2007.