There’s
no space to sit. I’m standing outside the Jai Jawan outlet, exclusively at
Linking Road, Bandra. There have been at least a dozen men, walking around me
and trying their best to sell a bag, accessories, perfumes and what not. I am
focused. None of these sales gimmicks are going to work on me. I am hypnotized
by the sinful aroma rising from the tandoor.
The commotion is neglected by now. All I can imagine, see, breathe or
even feel… is food.
Beyond
all the drama and the impatient waiting, my steel plate arrived. The chicken
was my prize for the persistent bargaining. All my little black and green
plastic bags from the shopping were stuffed into my backpack, after all… who’s
got the time to hold anything in the hand when the chicken tikka on your plate
is screaming out to you for eating it!
The
ambience, the presentation and all that jazz didn’t matter, for the small
variety of, yet brilliantly cooked meat, just melts in the mouth, slipping you
in a state of trace. 100% customer satisfaction when it comes to hygiene at
that little shack. The turban clad men, always smiling make your order feel
like their top most priority. Being addressed as ‘betaji’ takes you a step further into the sigree of Punjab! The pav is twisted and torn, blanketed around a
juicy piece of chicken, dipped generously into the chutney… chewed and savored
like there’s nothing I’ve ever eaten. I sip my thumbs up… burping with a smile
that feels like I’ve attained nirvana. I kiss my fingertips, still smiling. For
I believe I found my sanctum today.