Showing posts with label Mumbai. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mumbai. Show all posts

Monday, 27 May 2013

Can I share your dabba please?


"What are you carrying for lunch today?” “Can I join you for lunch? “Hey there is a lot to catch up during the lunch period today”. For every office-goer, out of the eight hours spent in office, lunch time is the only period which everyone waits for eagerly. (Or at least I do)

I can do anything in this world to get even five minutes extra time in bed every morning. I hate waking up early…but I had to if I packed tiffin myself. Just to escape the entire ordeal and being hit by the laziness bug, I availed the lunch service from the Dabbawala for a very brief period. Initially the excitement level was at its peak, the craze to open the dabba and gradually unravel the surprise at each step of the dabba. This zeal didn't last long and soon I got bored with the usage of the same ingredients in all the dishes- For e.g. nariyal or coconut was used in daal and all the sabjis everyday. Many a times, the sight of the food itself was so unpleasing and for the rest of the days, the food was not even palatable. . 

On these specific days, my dabba was left untouched, and let me assure you, I was not the only one in the league. My office was located at one of the prime locations and I had the option of ordering anything under the sun from the nearby restaurants. Yes, I never stayed hungry, but many are not fortunate like me.

Recently when I read about the Share My Dabba initiative which allows you to share your food with several hungry children on the streets in Mumbai, it touched me. It’s a well thought idea and beautifully executed by the Happy Life Welfare Society and the Dabbawala Foundation. It works in this way, if you wish to share your food with the street children, just put a sticker on your dabba, this will enable the volunteers to identify your dabba and distribute the food accordingly.

Statistics point that more than 20,000 street children in Mumbai starve to get even a morsel of food. I believe Share My Dabba is a very small step which is at least trying to narrow down this huge gap which exists in our society.

What is disheartening here are the numerous criticisms which are trying to mar the noble cause of this initiative. Some have been saying that sharing food in this way to thousands of hungry children is similar to feeding your leftovers to the dogs. Others have been complaining about the hygiene level of the dabba. Now let’s give it a thought logically without getting too emotional that this initiative is trying to degrade the feelings of poor children.

For e.g. if you are sharing your lunch with your friend, will you keep it all messy? Will you be unhygienic? Will you just keep leftover in your lunch boxes knowing that someone else will be having it next? Or will you share your food if you are suffering from some ailment and viral fever? You won’t right? So it’s exactly the same case where you are sharing your lunch boxes with several hungry little street friends.

Let’s not tarnish the image of this well thought and executed idea, for those of you who feel, it’s deplorable and disgusting to share your leftovers to street children, don’t put the stickers and thus you won’t be sharing. And for those who want to share your food, contact your dabbawala for the stickers and share them without considering it a charity.


Tuesday, 22 January 2013

Short stint with rommmates



Room mates are such an integral part of your life specially when you are staying in a far off place and living all by your self. In my college days I was indeed blessed to have Payel as my roomie...the camaraderie we shared was beyond any words..the care and the concern which she had for me was nothing less than her own sister..In short I was pampered like hell which made the other hostelites envy me.

However I was SHOCKED on coming to Mumbai and to get a kind of reverse treatment from my room mate, Deepa. As it is life was tough then. 1stly new job...new people around...new city and to top it all a pestering room mate. I used to look forward to share things with her..my usual habit which I did with my previous one too...but her arrogant mannerisms made me stay away from her...her stingy ways made me cry and untidiness was something with which she was eternally binded to. I wanted to either run from this place or make her leave this house...

However my ears in those days became extra sensitive and alert while I kept waiting for my other flat mate who being a reporter came a bit late after completing her chase with the Ambani brothers...The half an hour conversation which we had every night made me forget the cold war scenario inside my room and helped me to go to bed with a smile..

God finally showered all his blessings on me and my room mate finally left one day...

By then some changes already started taking place in me... I acquired some of the basic culinary skills to survive... thanks to the immense patience on Bhuma's side who literally taught me from scratch...otherwise maa used to say that "amar bor er kopal a onek dukhho...maggi chara aar kichu khete parbena''..ie my husband won't get 2 have any thing other than maggie..."What ever little I made ...the boost which she gave me helped me to keep my spirits high..

The next addition to our small media family was Kamya...a cool bindas Delhite and a big cleanliness freak..coming from the same media world we share the similar problems...and Bhuma being a few years senior in this profession gives us her valuable suggestion to help us survive in this field.

Our conversations revolves around many things... from media gossip..to politics...to intellectual and healthy debate..

All I can say that these two girls have spoiled me a lot...I LOVE MUSHROOMs..so does Kamya and Bhuma..but they so happily part with it by transferring all of them on my plate which I don't think I would willingly do for any one.

I know that very soon we won't be having these late night adda sessions...I HATE KAMYA FOR THIS:(

Anyways this is life...Sometimes we forget that we are not here to stay always...our priorities are different for coming to this city...but I personally feel that for how short a period we put up...why not stay like a family as we have nothing to lose but only fond memories to take with us...:)