My favourite passtime when we used to visit Varanasi when I was young was to sit besides one of those huge doorsized windows, right from 5 in the morning and observe the people in the lanes (galis). There used to be Sadhus on their way to the river Ganga to take a holy dip, groups with dholaks and majiras in hand singing bhajans, people returning home after buying fresh aloo tikkis and dripping jalebis, cyclists dodging pedestrians, passerbys bowing at the sight of cows, and ofcourse the sight of people spitting paan left, right and centre ! The joke about this paan chewing habit of Varanasi is that, two friends went to a movie hall to watch a movie. And midway through the movie it went sumthing like this : Friend 1 : I want to spit my paan. What should I do ? Friend 2 (who was a local) : spit it in the pocket of the one sitting in front of you ! Friend 1 : how can I ? What if he comes to know ? Friend 2 : did you come to know ? :D
Posted on: Sun, 16 Mar 2014 13:59:33 +0000
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