As obtained from the green archives:
Once upon a time (actually all the time) in the garden of loathsome vegetables grew a family of herbaceous plants designated the Gourd family. The Gourd clan, a notoriously prestigious family line, flourished and flaunted its lineage by controlling of the growth of the various varieties of greens in their designated patch of land. The Gourds, it seemed, did have every reason to be as snobbish as they were, as according to legend the ancestors of their species were the oldest plants domesticated by humans. What an honor!
Leading the pack of the trouble-causing Gourdonians was the tall, lanky Bottle Gourd. BG aka Calabash aka Ghiya aka Lauki was the ring leader of the brat pack. Mr. Ghiya was responsible for organizing and coordinating all the mayhem in the Gourd garden. He led his life by the rule- when you can walk tall, why not wreck it all? His smooth toned green body was the envy of many a plants. After all, not only could BG be used as a vegetable and a delicacy with innumerable health benefits (like being a source of nutrients, aiding in the treatment of digestive and urinary problems, diabetes, high B.P. etc) but his dried outer cover could be put to use as a bottle, utensil or a pipe; in some cases it could even be used to make musical instruments like the veena- who wouldn't be proud as a peacock.
His svelte cousin Ridge Gourd aka Luffa aka Tori was famous far and wide for her dark beauty. It was rumored that her mature skin could be used as a bath sponge and scrub. And Ms. High and Mighty just also happened to be real low in saturated fats and cholesterol. No wonder her figure drew in all the catcalls. She was, in fact, the cause of frequent testosterone-induced brawls that were nastily resolved by her big b- BG.
Indian Round Gourd aka Apple Gourd aka Indian Baby Pumpkin aka Tinda was the sweet little cousin- the much pampered baby of the family. She, of course, had weight issues- after all, she was short and round. But, that in no way prevented her in carrying on with the grand tradition of the Gourdonians- that of their usage as extremely healthy food.
All in all, the Gourd family enjoyed a venerated status in the vegetable garden and lived happily ever after.
A tale of 3 subzees
As recorded in the journal of KC:
Come summers and the members of the Gourd family invariably infiltrate the vegetarian Chandra household. And lo behold the staple diet day-in and day-out starts revolving around Ghiya, Tori, Tinda. Occasionally (which translates into every 3 days), a cousin like Parwal aka Pointed Gourd or Karela aka Bitter Gourd joins the table to commemorate the parties thrown in honor of the Gourd family.
The thing is, despite the numerous qualities exhibited by the Gourds, they just happen to compete with each other in destroying the taste buds of the Chandras. (It's really just me; I'm dragging everyone else along for the fun of it.) Anyway, Ghiya tastes like aged mellowed rubber, Tori tastes like a slimy snake (not that I have ever tasted a snake, but if I were ever to one day, I'm sure I know what it would taste like) and Tinda tastes like well, Tinda. The less I talk about how Parwal and Karela taste more the better for my mental faculties and sensibilities.
The Chandra family has gone out of its way to show appreciation for the Gourd family and has composed a song which can actually be set to any tune:
We all like- Ghiya, Tori, Tinda
We crave for- Ghiya, Tori, Tinda
We'd die for- Ghiya, Tori, Tinda
What we'd do without- Ghiya, Tori, Tinda
Moral of the story: I'll have to so force myself to start liking the process of cooking!
P.S. - It's not really that I hate these vegetables, it just so happens that I'm a little tired of eating the same stuff noon and night. Believe me, I'm singing the song right now!
Once upon a time (actually all the time) in the garden of loathsome vegetables grew a family of herbaceous plants designated the Gourd family. The Gourd clan, a notoriously prestigious family line, flourished and flaunted its lineage by controlling of the growth of the various varieties of greens in their designated patch of land. The Gourds, it seemed, did have every reason to be as snobbish as they were, as according to legend the ancestors of their species were the oldest plants domesticated by humans. What an honor!
Leading the pack of the trouble-causing Gourdonians was the tall, lanky Bottle Gourd. BG aka Calabash aka Ghiya aka Lauki was the ring leader of the brat pack. Mr. Ghiya was responsible for organizing and coordinating all the mayhem in the Gourd garden. He led his life by the rule- when you can walk tall, why not wreck it all? His smooth toned green body was the envy of many a plants. After all, not only could BG be used as a vegetable and a delicacy with innumerable health benefits (like being a source of nutrients, aiding in the treatment of digestive and urinary problems, diabetes, high B.P. etc) but his dried outer cover could be put to use as a bottle, utensil or a pipe; in some cases it could even be used to make musical instruments like the veena- who wouldn't be proud as a peacock.
His svelte cousin Ridge Gourd aka Luffa aka Tori was famous far and wide for her dark beauty. It was rumored that her mature skin could be used as a bath sponge and scrub. And Ms. High and Mighty just also happened to be real low in saturated fats and cholesterol. No wonder her figure drew in all the catcalls. She was, in fact, the cause of frequent testosterone-induced brawls that were nastily resolved by her big b- BG.
Indian Round Gourd aka Apple Gourd aka Indian Baby Pumpkin aka Tinda was the sweet little cousin- the much pampered baby of the family. She, of course, had weight issues- after all, she was short and round. But, that in no way prevented her in carrying on with the grand tradition of the Gourdonians- that of their usage as extremely healthy food.
All in all, the Gourd family enjoyed a venerated status in the vegetable garden and lived happily ever after.
A tale of 3 subzees
As recorded in the journal of KC:
Come summers and the members of the Gourd family invariably infiltrate the vegetarian Chandra household. And lo behold the staple diet day-in and day-out starts revolving around Ghiya, Tori, Tinda. Occasionally (which translates into every 3 days), a cousin like Parwal aka Pointed Gourd or Karela aka Bitter Gourd joins the table to commemorate the parties thrown in honor of the Gourd family.
The thing is, despite the numerous qualities exhibited by the Gourds, they just happen to compete with each other in destroying the taste buds of the Chandras. (It's really just me; I'm dragging everyone else along for the fun of it.) Anyway, Ghiya tastes like aged mellowed rubber, Tori tastes like a slimy snake (not that I have ever tasted a snake, but if I were ever to one day, I'm sure I know what it would taste like) and Tinda tastes like well, Tinda. The less I talk about how Parwal and Karela taste more the better for my mental faculties and sensibilities.
The Chandra family has gone out of its way to show appreciation for the Gourd family and has composed a song which can actually be set to any tune:
We all like- Ghiya, Tori, Tinda
We crave for- Ghiya, Tori, Tinda
We'd die for- Ghiya, Tori, Tinda
What we'd do without- Ghiya, Tori, Tinda
Moral of the story: I'll have to so force myself to start liking the process of cooking!
P.S. - It's not really that I hate these vegetables, it just so happens that I'm a little tired of eating the same stuff noon and night. Believe me, I'm singing the song right now!
3 comments:
Kanika madam this is not a story of chandra's family........
jeh to ghar ghar ke kahani hai........kabhi kabhi to mai je sochata hu kee koi "Is there any body in this world who likes these all.........."
Garmiyoon ki Kahaani, KC kee zubaniii......LOL :)
I love ur aticle....yay...keep up da gud work....
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