Let me start by saying I am a sucker for gulab jamun. I cannot, I mean absolutely CAN NOT stop myself the moment I see one of those reddish-brown/brownish red dripping beauties soaked wet with sugar. So much so that when I don’t have money on me, I avoid passing the sweet shops. Every place I go, I make it a point to taste gulab jamun in the nearest sweet shop I can find. Ditto for lassi but it’s not what this post is all about.
When I was a kid, I didn’t like sweets. I preferred chocolates. It all started with that party and those gulab jamun’s and things changed.
I don’t remember the occasion but dad had thrown a big party for some reason. And there were some 25 odd guests in the house. Caterers were called for food. We kids were required to NOT fool around and basically stay away from food. The faint memory that I have is someone offered me a gulab jamun, which was bought from a shop especially for the occasion and was kept in a stainless steel round airtight box. It was strictly for the guests. I LOVED it. After that I forgot what I was doing that night and ended up eating every single piece of gulab jamun in some half an hour or so before I realized that dad is going to look for this any moment now. I was scared just to imagine dad’s face when he finds out that there is NO sweet dish at all.
My mind was almost screaming to me: 'GO TO SLEEP YOU IDIOT, or else prepare to get thrashed.'
So by 9 ‘ o clock I was in bed and I could almost hear my dad say to my mom
‘yahin to rakhhe the yaar, pata nahin kahan gaye’ (I kept them here itself.wonder what happened?)
When I got up in the morning, my mom was all smiles and It struck me like lightning
‘GULAB JAMUNS’ ‘PARTY’ ‘D-A-D’
But before I could say something, my mom said
‘itna pasand tha to batana tha naa? Main mangwa deti aur. Papa ko nahin bataya maine’ (if you liked it so much, you could have said so. don’t worry, I didn’t tell your dad)
Lesson learnt: mom knows everything
Those were the BEST gulab jamun’s I have had in my life. After that incident whenever I am at home my mom makes it a point to keep a box of gulab jamun’s in the refrigerator. I have tasted it from every shop imaginable in every part of India I have gone to and it just doesn’t match. but I haven’t lost hope. I keep trying.
So here’s a hint to get me to do a favor for you: send me gulab jamun’s
Do you know a famous sweet shop guy in your neighborhood? Have a similar fascination for a sweet?