Courtesy The Hindu I happened to stop by a wayside dhaba in the fringes of Delhi this evening. While waiting for someone there, I watched the cooks prepare tandoori rotis and other tandoori items including chicken tikka and paneer puran. If you actually watch how these dishes are prepared, especially in the summer heat of Delhi, you won’t ever eat it. Human sweat mingles with the dusty dough and sliced paneer liberally. One of the tandoor operators approached the cashier and asked for drinking water. “Order a bottle of mineral water,” he demanded. Obviously there was no good drinking water in the restaurant – at least not good enough for the insider! The cashier fumed, “How can I buy water?” He was not the proprietor, after all. He was just another employee earning a pittance from the boss who would be riding the bullet train promised by the Prime Minister’s new rail budget. The tandoor operator went back to work mumbling something like a child chided by
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