I was sitting by the table at my laptop reading some of your posts this morning, listening to some of my favourite Mohanlal songs like this one:
when suddenly I get this smell of fish fry! (These past three days, hunger has been the last thing on my mind. But for lunch today, I felt like Hyderabadi Chicken Dum Biriyani from a particular restaurant, ordered, got it delivered, had a little, and majority of it is safely stored for some other food friendly day!) So you can understand I was not hungry jealous of the fish fry next door or downstairs or where it was coming from 😀 But that fish fry or the smell of that fish fry brought these thoughts up…. Blame the neighbour and not me for the post 😀 😀
The smell of frying fish would be heavenly deliciously blissful for a fish lover, or most people from the coast but it would be atrociously irritating almost suppressing them to take a breath for more than a handful of non-piscitarians. They could even go far as change their kitchen locations accordingly (I’ve heard, source: a friend), “so that the smell of the freshly prepared sambar for instance will not get entangled in mid-air with the smell of say a well marinated fish fry“ (it is popularly believed that an excellent sambar has a pinch of prawn powder in it 😀 😀 shshshshsh)
My current room in the hostel is very near to the mess hall, it is almost above the mess at an angle diagonal to it, (if you want to try do a mental to understand the space) … sometimes the smells of some spices equals memories of home, brings back memories of food eaten well, up to the uvula.
These are the times when MJ would say, (literal translations, mind you…) know your stomach and eat, why overeat because you love something.. the logic does not work at all most of the time and MJ knows that…. and I wait for that burrrrrrppp to release the tension inside… do sometimes it is a very long wait…)
or some foods just wasted away (not many a time) (at those times, the food finds a place in the neighbour’s (MJ :P) plate :)), or some bad memories like the radish chutney once that accompanied a plate of ultra soft idlis in the train while I was travelling to Bangalore once… such a let down that morning it was! the sourness of the raddish was so overpowering, I couldn’t even have the ldli which were drenched in them.!!
The first room I stayed in this hostel was bang above the kitchen of the hostel. There were days when chicken was being cooked, tasty to eat but almost all the time, I was welcomed by the sharp ‘stench’ of garlic in huge quantities, whenver opened the door to my room that I have fallen backwardsAgarbatis/incense sticks came to the rescue, light a stick and almost after some time, the garlic was camouflaged by its fragrance
It seems jasmine the flower has the quality to absorb smells, one of my ex roommates used to buy a little bunch and keep it in the lab so that it absorbed the smells of shoes, the socks, and raincoats, and bags, and armpits, unwashed clothes and perfumes… ! A thought that immediately came to mind is a scene from the movie, Tomb Raider… jasmine, at the entrance to the temple in Cambodia
Smells and fragrances…then….