During the first 3 months of my hostel life ,I tried to live like a normal girl and was pretty successful at it.I did not feel as unsettled in hostel as I thought I would.
Firstly,my room had looked out to a beautiful pond (in the later years during my internship the pond was cleaned ,the surrounding bushes trimmed and a boundary was constructed around it)Needless to say,I preferred the overgrowth and the natural wild beauty of the pond.However that first sight of the water from my window actuallly made me fall in love with the hostel.
Secondly,Food.Now ,I like food.Miraculously ,I am not fussy about food.I once recommended the canteen fish fry to my friends who as it turned out really hated them.
About Kolkata tastebuds,I am not really sure where their highchair of preference ends.I like any food as longs its cooked well and not rotten.Kolkatans are fretty eaters.They will swear by specific restaurants for this stuff and that .But they really suck at appreciating ordinary canteens and hole in the walls that manage to do well without either the name or the resources.
On my maiden walk outside the hostel gates,I encountered Badshah.
On that particular walk with my 2 roommates,I was the first one to succumb to the seductively arranged cutlets,fries and rolls.
There is something about Indian junkfood:no matter how much you eat at your KFCs or pizza huts,they simply lack the visual appeal of a princely chicken cutlet or a kathi roll or a colorful jhalmuri.
The intense flavours speak volumes to you when you stare at them.
So on my first day out after a particularly depressing anatomy class I cheered up on a plate of "kobiraji cutlet" .A particularly succulent item on the menu-one that made me a steady patron for the next 6 years I spent at Jadavpur.
Firstly,my room had looked out to a beautiful pond (in the later years during my internship the pond was cleaned ,the surrounding bushes trimmed and a boundary was constructed around it)Needless to say,I preferred the overgrowth and the natural wild beauty of the pond.However that first sight of the water from my window actuallly made me fall in love with the hostel.
Secondly,Food.Now ,I like food.Miraculously ,I am not fussy about food.I once recommended the canteen fish fry to my friends who as it turned out really hated them.
About Kolkata tastebuds,I am not really sure where their highchair of preference ends.I like any food as longs its cooked well and not rotten.Kolkatans are fretty eaters.They will swear by specific restaurants for this stuff and that .But they really suck at appreciating ordinary canteens and hole in the walls that manage to do well without either the name or the resources.
On my maiden walk outside the hostel gates,I encountered Badshah.
On that particular walk with my 2 roommates,I was the first one to succumb to the seductively arranged cutlets,fries and rolls.
There is something about Indian junkfood:no matter how much you eat at your KFCs or pizza huts,they simply lack the visual appeal of a princely chicken cutlet or a kathi roll or a colorful jhalmuri.
The intense flavours speak volumes to you when you stare at them.
So on my first day out after a particularly depressing anatomy class I cheered up on a plate of "kobiraji cutlet" .A particularly succulent item on the menu-one that made me a steady patron for the next 6 years I spent at Jadavpur.
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