The Food Diary
There are two kinds of people in this world. One that eats to live, and the other that lives to eat.
The first kind believes eating is just a biological process. Food is a necessity for them, since it contains nutrients that our bodies need to replace worn out cells, stay healthy and strong. These people, they eat because they have to and not because they want to. It is a fact that a human body needs food and water to survive, and it can go without food for only three weeks.
The other kind is the best kind. They strongly believe that there is no love sincerer than the love for food. There’s a saying that books are man’s best friend. But ‘the other kind’ believes otherwise. They go by the theory, food is not enough for the body, but there must be food for the soul. The first kind would call them “gluttons”, but they like to call themselves “explorers of food”.
However, there is a third kind, for whom food is love, food is passion, food is everything. I belong to this group. For me, food is happiness. And the feeling of spreading this happiness is one of the best ever. Food is a common ground, a universal experience that can be embraced in any corner of the world. However, it is difficult to find someone who shares the same kind of love for food. Luckily I found a friend who feels as deeply as I do about the greatest gift of God to humanity- food.
To him, the word itself is like symphony and the sole reason for his happiness. People have different connections to food and it has a rather seductive and spiritual effect on his soul. It is a Mozart for the eyes, moksha for the atma and satisfaction for the mind. For him, food is his way of expression. “Every part of my body is goose bumped after an exquisite bite of a world-class cheesecake or even a morsel of simple coconut oil fried bitter gourd with roti,” he says. Even though karela could be a human equivalent of slow painful death, he relishes all kinds of food equally.
Looking towards life at a personal level, food has always had its own special way of showing me the light at the end of the tunnel, an indescribable euphoria, the transcendent feel of that first bite and the infinite need for more.
We all long to release tension, or express ourselves or just get transported to a world of ecstasy. For me, this takes place at the dining table.
Subhi Poddar | PGDM 2016-18