Potato enlightened me once. I had, on the previous
day, attended a lecture on meditation in which the speaker suggested to his
audience to use a candle as an aid to concentration. “Keep your eyes on the
candle flame,” he said. “Let the flame flicker. Your gaze shouldn’t flicker. Keep
looking at the flame. Keep looking. Focus. Now there is nothing else in front
of you but the flame. Just the flame. You don’t exist now. Not even your mind.
You vanish. Your mind vanishes. Into nothingness. That state of egolessness is
the ideal goal of meditation.”
I was sceptical because I had already spent hours earlier
trying to achieve that state of egolessness. The best I achieved was a deep
sleep. Even now at the age of 61, I find myself burdened with an ego that could
not be incinerated by any furnace, let alone a candle flame. I can only envy those
who claim to have extinguished their egos. Back then, after that lecture on
meditation, while cooking my dinner in the tiny kitchen of a rented house in
Shillong, with a peg or two of whisky tickling my neurones, I said to myself: “Why
a candle flame? Even a potato can help one to focus, can’t it?”
Potato was (and still is) one of my favourite food
items. It is so versatile. You can add it to almost anything. Potato and carrots.
Potato and peas. Potato and French beans. I would add potato to beef too. [By
the way, I quit beef the day I left Shillong where it was a staple food, not in
order to be in sync with the emerging nationalist fad but because I lived in
Delhi where the stuff was not available first of all and when I did get it
during my occasional trips to Kerala I realised that the delicate vegetarian
diets in Delhi had made my teeth grow too feeble for beef. I’d prefer
muttar-paneer with a tweak of potato chunks at any time to beef.]
So there in the wooden cottage in Shillong which
resembled a hermitage, I became a mystic with a shapely potato perched on my
study table like a holy figurine. I focused my gaze on the potato. I kept
staring at it for minutes and minutes yearning for me, my ego, to melt away.
The potato filled my mind. It grew in stature into a kind of demigod.
Eventually it enlightened me by teaching me that my attempt to escape from my
ego was nothing more than wishful thinking.
The potato went back to the kitchen and I went back to
the usual routine.
The potato rose in eminence in my mind after that. I
became fonder of it. Not a meal passed without the presence of potato in one
form or another. Even today, years after those youthful days of experiments and
adventures, the potato occupies a venerable place in my cuisine though Maggie
is not very pleased with it.
However, my patriotic sentiments are hurt by the
information that potato is not Indian by origin. Wikipedia tells me that India
was introduced to potato by the Portuguese who called it ‘Batata’. For that
matter, a lot of food items that are staple diets today are not Indian by
origin. When will they get arrested for illegal residence in the country?
Maybe, I should rewrite the history of the potato so that my patriotism remains
intact.
PS. Written
for Indispire Edition 373: Potato and you. Write an
essay. As many words as you please. The genre you choose. Potato must be the
hero. #Potato
The indirect sentences sounds too direct in my head and yes i too have tried the flame thingy a couple of times, but this tells me that you don't need a flame all you need is to concentrate... i see that you couldn't lemme try it with an onion this time lol, not cause i hate potatoes, they trouble my stomach.
ReplyDeleteYou can choose onions too. Anything can enlighten one, I guess.
DeleteEnjoyed reading this one, especially the last line yorker!
ReplyDeleteAll my attempts at humor end up in satire if not sarcasm.
DeletePotato was (and is) is my favourite. Like you said it can be added in any curry. Whenever I hear or see potato, I am reminded of the scenes where it was a scarce item in Russia that it had to be guarded with machine guns by the army.
ReplyDeletePotato is a staple food in many countries. Kerala, my native state, is the only place probably where it is treated with contempt. Keralites believe that potato causes gas problem in the stomach!
DeleteChuckled through your humorous take on potato. I am reminded of a classmate and also a boarder mate of School and College days who used to selectively eat only potato out of the vegetable dishes and wear glasses with big round lenses.
ReplyDeleteSo I have a mate there. :)
DeleteMy love for potato is rather serious, you know. It's so soft that it melts away between the palates.
Portugese called it Batata’- interesting. In Marathi it is called Batata. Infact staying in Mumbai for a long time - I m more familar to Kandha -Batata ( Onion-Potato) than Pyaaz- Aaloo.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the prompt on Indispire. It got me back to writing mode.
Glad that potato resurrected the writer in you.
DeleteAmazing to read this piece.
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