Rasgulla fiction

Hey everyone.. Another food fiction today. This story was written for the event "Of Chalks and Chopsticks" started by Aqua, hosted by Jaya, the Desi Soccer Mom this month.

 

I have made Rasgullas before and posted the recipe in the past. So am referring to my earlier post for the recipe. When I made Rasgullas the first time, we were about 7 people and only 15 Rasgullas. 2 gullas per head were just not enough! These are so light and fluffy, one could easily wolf down quite a few at a time. And that memory is what generated the little piece of fiction that follows. 

The story of Vividh-bhaarthy Paarthasaarthy..

Vividh-bhaarthy Paarthasaarthy came from a long line of musically inclined Paarthasaarthies. Vividh-bhaarthy's family was filled with singers and musicians. Her twin-brother was a child-prodigy, the first haarmoniumist to play at the super-bowl opening ceremony!

Vividh-bhaarthy, however, was the odd one out. She had no musical talent, nothing to boast about. All her life, she had tried and she had tried-er.. but the gift of music was just not inside her.

Finally Vividh-bhaarthy had had enough, she said, "Bas kya!" and set out to the mountains to do ghor tapasya (penance). After many days and many nights of Viv standing on one foot, a Rishi (sage) appeared before her (clean-shaven, kind-of-cute.)

"Eat Rasgullas and you shall, sing sweet like Shreya Ghoshal!" he said and magically, a bowl of 15 Rasgullas appeared before Vividh-bhaarthy.

He continued ominously, "But if you over-eat, then beware, a horror of horrors you shall have to bear!"

Vividh-bhaarthy could hardly wait for him to finish all his yakking. Her excitement bubbling over and patience running out, she plopped a whole rasgulla straight into her mouth. The sweet cool syrup rushed down her throat, heavenly nectar with the spongy gulla afloat! 

And wonder of wonders.. words could not suffice, Vividh-bhaarthy was transformed into the Nightingale of Paradise! She sang Raag Basant and Spring arrived at their feet. Birds twittered, bees hummed, and deer danced to her beat.

The sweet rasgullas excited temptation that Temptation, herself, couldn't resist. Vividh gulped another gulla and went to the next Raag on her list. She sang Malhaar, and it rained a monsoon. She ate one more and sang Raag Des. The whole country, nay, the whole WORLD, was united in a patriotic blaze. Another rasgulla, another song.. now Raag Multani was in tune, and every woman's pimpled acne cleared up before you could say, "So soon!?"

There was no stopping Vividh-bhaarthy any more. She was gobbling rasgullas and singing songs galore. The world was her stage, she was the best in the nation. Music directors scrambled to sign-on the new singing sensation! The power, the buzz, the sugar and the rush!

Finally, to catch her breath, she paused for a bit.. reached for another gulla, but they were gone.. "Oh-$H!T!!!" She had polished off the lot solo, all in one morning! One look at the silent Rishi and she remembered his warning.

What horror lay in her fate?

Well.. every system needs a break.

Yes, Vividh-bhaarthy was immediately plagued by a terrible terrible.. tummy-ache!!!!

Vividh-bhaarthy had learnt her lesson as she squirmed and writhed in pain. Oh-boyo-boyo-boy.. no.. she would never do this again! She turned to the Rishi and tried her best to apologize and explain, "Oh-boyo-boyo-boy, Rish... I'll never do this again!"

The Rishi, though a drama-king, was really a benevolent fella. He winked a wink, looked-left, looked-right.. and sneaked Vividh a Hajmola! He said, "The next time, Viv, you want to sing, the recipe for Rasgullas is at this link. But Vividh-bhaarthy, do not forget.. one, two or three, but then.. that's it!"

Disclaimer: My Rasgullas are delicious!! But I must confess, they won't make you sing. This was all just BS.

Cheers and thanks for reading everyone!