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A friend who writes for a food website invites me to join him for dinner at Baluchi. It’s one of the restaurants at The Lalit, a glitzy hotel near the Mumbai airport. Thank God for his job, otherwise I’m hardly the sort to spend a fortune on fine dining. The food couldn’t have been tastier but I’m still wondering what was Baloch about it. The dal, naan, chhole and lassi were some of the best I have had. And the live rendition of Ghulam Ali’s ‘Chupke Chupke Raat Din’ by two local musicians certainly added to the charm of the place. But, to be honest, I expected Baloch cuisine to be a tad different from what I recognize as Punjabi. Moral of the story: Eat your food, and shut up. They cook for the foodie, not the anthropologist.
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I am invited to judge a writing competition at Umang, one of Mumbai’s premier college festivals, hosted by N M College. The theme this year is ‘Call of the Wild’, aptly depicted using hand-painted posters all over campus. It’s a familiar set-up: participants getting mad about being promised two hours but given only one, organisers tearing their hair apart with every logistical nightmare that shows up unannounced. I am ushered into the room while they are quietly writing, with ripples of anxiety on their faces.
I hope there's a time when I see a topic like this: A Dalit princess marries a Brahmin prince
A volunteer hands me the list of topics or prompts these participants have had to choose from. Here are some of those:
* The king falls in love with a girl who is destined to marry his son.
* A prince and a princess are in an incestuous relationship.
* A transgender king rules a very orthodox kingdom.
* A queen has a secret extra-marital affair with a troll.
* A prince who is set to marry the prettiest princess admits that he is gay before the wedding.
* A lesbian princess is in love with her best friend.
Hmm. Wild indeed, for a society that censors desire from private and public conversation. Some of the stories threaten to put me to sleep despite the strong coffee. Others get me so hooked that I can barely stop laughing. While the prompts do celebrate what would qualify as sexual transgression in our context, I hope there’s a time when I see a topic like this: A Dalit princess marries a Brahmin prince.
Chintan Girish Modi is a Mumbai-based writer who believes that Indians and Pakistanis can live in peace without killing each other