date:Sep 24, 2012
I used to work in an office with late hours and a chaotic day, sometimes with no time for lunch. Particularly on rainy days, wed first request, then beg, then browbeat DS, the admin factotum, to send out Jeetu, the only peon on a scooter, for pakoras. The best were at Nauroji Nagar, not too far from the office. Now best is a relative word. These were not delicate, fine specimens; the besan (milled chickpea or Bengal gram) batter was very thick it formed not a light jacket but a thick duffel-co