The Palate’s Passionplay

ferzi:

...aisi koi baat nahiN...they are always on the fringes not the core...

bspnd

t

This reminds me of the Seinfeld episode where George experiments with combining two of his greatest pleasures, food and sex. At first he does it furtively, sneaking big bites of a hamburger while still between the sheets but then he realises his partner is turned on by it too and the rest is well, pleasure unlimited, one assumes!

A little more research would have made it more interesting though...

Farzana, I belong to ``The Realists`` school of Chinese thought...I think we are talking about two different things and came from two different angles...but they may converge and we may agree to agree.

You are right...this is serious stuff and, as you say, has little relevance to the article at hand. Maybe some other time. You are very smart. Au revoir...

Dear Farzana:
I hope I have not fallen too much in your esteem. You and I both will in I`s eye if she reads this stuff. :-)

Dear dost-mittarji:

This morning I was talking with a friend and mentioned you. He wanted to know if you had interacted here...I said, ``No, no, he won`t.``

``Why? Is he very seedha?``

I said, ``Yes, and then he might not want to discuss such things on my board...``

Achha kiya koi bet nahin lagaya! And I hope ``wicked`` is meant to be a nice thing...

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And just for fun, if anyone is interested, got this in the mail...

//The History of ``Giving the Finger`` . . . ``PLUCK YEW!``

Before the Battle of Agincourt in 1415, the French, anticipating victory over the English, proposed to cut off the middle finger of all captured English soldiers. Without the middle finger it would be impossible to draw the renowned English longbow and therefore be incapable
of fighting in the future.

This famous weapon was made of the native English Yew tree, and the act of drawing the longbow was known as ``plucking the yew`` (or ``pluck yew``). Much to the bewilderment of the French, the English won a major upset and began mocking the French by waving their middle fingers at the defeated French, saying, ``See, we can still pluck yew!

``PLUCK YEW!``

Since `pluck yew` is rather difficult to say, the difficult consonant cluster at the beginning has gradually changed to a labiodental fricative `F,` and thus the words often used in conjunction with the one-finger-salute are mistakenly thought to have something to do with an intimate encounter. It is also because of the pheasant feathers on the arrows used with the longbow that the symbolic gesture is known as ``giving the bird.``

And yew thought yew knew everything.//

Dear Farzana:
``Imagine missing out on the redness of a tomato squirting in your face, the onions being unclothed endlessly, oysters in spasmodic anticipation, the asparagus erect and yet so pliable, and figs. What do I say about figs, so firm and soft, the colour of bruised skin, gently prised open to reveal a treasure glazed with possibilities.``

That`s some imagination! And it`s all still `saatvik bhoj`.

``So, is this all about nails, teeth, fingers and basic instincts? About egg yolks swimming in their whites, about the mango being massaged, bitten off, sucked, slivers running down the chin, about rice balls being scooped off banana leaves and rasam slurped off the arm?``

I am reminded of the Andhra guy who said that eating food with fork or spoon is like having sex with condom.

``But the only way I like my wine is when it is on me.``
If it means what I think it does, you ARE wicked!

#35 by godot:

This is serious stuff and I know has little relevance to the article. I said enlightenment comes often from a fantasy in response to your comment about the ``unenlightened`` escape. Creativity, love, bonding arise from the fulcrum of a fantasy. ``Knowing`` oneself can only make you `see` differently..and `knowing` others depends on this way of seeing. Or these ways of seeing, for fantasies are not static.

A fruit is a fruit...it is how one perceives it beyond its immediate purpose that makes for a fantasy and `knowing` oneself.
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#38 by jang:

[It is very offensive to exclude mention of zeenat-milk-on-lingam scene from SSS from a discussion of sex and food. I hope that this is not self-sensorship.]

No, this was not self-censorship, but this would fit in my article on sex and religion published a while ago (gosh, this writer is truly deviant!). The problem is the lingam was of stone here...samjhey?

Do you think going through the gullies of Grant Road and asking for Mastram will be easy? The last time I was on D.N.Road riffling through some book that turned out to be `like that`, the Mallu guy asked, ``What you wanting meydum?`` I said, ``Research.``

``Ess, ess...teaching purpose, no?``

Anyway, this piece was written and published unvarnished a while ago and discovered by your friend Ali who asked me to pray ``JaltuJalaltu`` a few times to ward off all evil that resides in my mind...
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temp:

[...then why is it that bhindi gosht has not been spottend here;)..]

Just reading that someone is hale and hearty can put any doctor out of business! But I do not agree he is a puritan...bas, apna-apna andaaz hai...

And yes, this is just for you apropos of something else...kuchh arsaa hua, pehli baar tha hum yahaan chhapey they, humein kahaa gaya tha, ``anyway, nice to see you on chowk, i think you`ll be a much bigger hit here than you are in bombay``...ab issee mehfil mein aaye hue hai yeh log...aur aap hai jo...khair...

No love-shove now:(
F

Yap!yap!! yap!!! Bich! Bich!! Bich!!!
Mouth runs like Niagra falls!!!

Once a thing is in public domain, it is in public domain. Nobody owns this or any thread!

FV,

It is very offensive to exclude mention of zeenat-milk-on-lingam scene from SSS from a discussion of sex and food. I hope that this is not self-sensorship.

Some wicked stuff has been written by indians. One Mr. Chakradhar Swami in 12-th century deccan wrote a treatise on how to eat a mango. This is amazing considering most surviving lit is about spirituality and stuff like that.

And FV, please try to get hindi books by this bihari writer Mastram (i think it is a pseudonym, but there is nothing pseudo about content, its authentic ganga-kinare stuff). He has used every imaginable fruit in unimaginable ways in his books. No, you wont find his books in Nalanda or Strand book stall, you may have to scour the back-alleys of grant road. But you will be rewarded.

And then is the pale immitator Khushwant Singh..his has a story about a chunky kashmiri woman cooking rogan josh for him followed by some blubbery sex.

Jhumpa L also has done a good job of mixing food and (much less descriptive) sex in her interpretations book about a philandering indian guy from boston sub going out for jogs on
the charles and having meals in the city. Since that book, many indian suburban men have stopped jogging..

This article has very negative impacts on a norml healthy person. The writer does a good job instigating some deviant thoughts in the minds of the reader. I had painted a nice picture of the writer in my head before I read this article. Now all I can imagine is a wrinkled fig.

A possible episode of a normal couple after reading this article:

Man: What are you doing going around in the house only wearing an apron?
Woman: I have some vegetable soup ready and a bottle of champagne in the fridge too!
Man: Not again that curry making in bed
Woman: Why?
Man: On my way home, I stopped at the orchard of Meera bai and I had couple of fresh oranges there.
Woman: What about me?
Man: Don`t you have any asparagus left in the fridge?

The artcile is a good read for deviant minds of a fetish website. I bet she can be a a 5 star porno writer there!

PZ ...

... and all this time I thought fiminists just didn`t know how ... or perhaps I spent my more youthful days chasing the wrong ones ... oh well ...

ferzi:

...then why is it that bhindi gosht has not been spottend here;)...

lve

t

Farzana, 33

“Enlightenment often comes with a fantasy.”

True enlightenment comes from “knowing” oneself, not from a fantasy (I had to put “knowing” in quotes because that’s the tricky part).

“how do you know what I might like?”

I know what you like...``knowing`` others comes easy to me...I must add, however, that you are fairly complex and a lot more subtle than most people at Chowk.

In #33, when I said, ``As for the other comments, go stuff it... ``, it was in response to 22.

1. This board is not about India and the BJP...those who wish to discuss this subject, I have an article that is still alive and kicking...please post there...
2. It might help if one followed some decency in addressing writers...I do not know who you are, therefore think twice before jumping to conclusions about someone being an amateur. Also, logically, it is not a very intelligent thing to interact on such a person`s boards.
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#12 by nazarhayatkhan:

[A little dark, a little food, a little drink, a little music - that is all that is required to leave this world and float into that nothingess.]

Yes, life is about little things. Talking about transgressing all boundaries...this Indian friend of mine was working in Dubai and being wooed by an Arab.. but the music was a problem: she said everytime she felt all mushy about some ghazal, he had that blank look on his face because he could not understand a word. They stuck to good food!

[I find that slight shiver on the Jelly very sexy]

Hmmm...Have you tried it with a dollop of thick cream?
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#16 by godot:

[Fantasies are not an effort. They are easy. They are a comfort. It’s a dream world...it’s the world where the unenlightened escape to and live in.]

I object. Enlightenment often comes with a fantasy. The escape route does lead to a destination. Reality as most people wish to live it is not the best option. For some of us life is indeed what we imagine it to be, which is why we can embellish it so...

I have seen `A Clockwork Orange`, which is why that boo-boo I made was silly...about `Like water..` how do you know what I might like???;)
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#21 by semipreciousme:
[...never shall i look at asparagus the same way again...]

...but it still tastes the same!
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#20 by hamidm2:

You had better like it or else a poem is on the way....! Wonder why men do not like okra and women do...and I did mention whipped cream, with chocolate, though...and I do not understand how smooth skin is compared with butter; butter is greasy; I prefer the peaches-and-cream comparison.

Among fruits, the kiwi skin does have a nice sensual downy feel and the scent of guavas is mmm...

You must not underestimate the Hyderabadis...the Andhra libido is humungous. And the rasam has all sorts of things in it to transport you to hell. About licking it off the arm, it is yuck if the person does it to himself/herself!
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Re. (#22):
[The writer has a deviant mind.]

Indeed, she does...and next time any of you talk of doe eyes, cherry lips, breasts like firm apples, think of the writer.

Btw, you can eat five small meals in a day (and add a few drinks to it), you can have a fine dining experience for a couple of hours and talk, listen to music, look at people other than the one you are with, change your choice of food, and even in the most ordinary of meals, you can have a quick bite and doze off later without being given dirty looks (and women feel sleepy too)...

As for the other comments, go stuff it...

temp:

The earlier response was rushed...re. your comment, ``what will our resident maulana aamir puritanabadi will have to say here!...bearing in mind what he gushed forth on a (comparatively) innocuous short story the other day;)``...I have it on good authority that he does not mind bhindi if it is coupled with gosht! Besides, he is always kind to me...aur iss article mein burra hai kya? Some people burp after eating...some go beyond...

Love,
F