Wednesday 27 June 2012

Mangoes, Bananas and Dried Fish

I read from the Third Editorial in a recent issue of The Times of India about the harrowing experience of the contributor’s mother with the Customs officials at an airport in U S of A. (Third editorials are pieces, generally with a tinge of humour, contributed by readers.) The old lady was carrying a packet of the delicious Indian mangoes for her son. She was asked at the Customs desk if she was carrying any fruits or dairy products. The honest lady said that she was carrying a packet of mangoes. With this, alarm bells went off and she was asked to surrender the packet as it might ‘contain mysterious bacteria’. The lady retorted, “I have been consuming this ‘mysterious bacteria’ for years and am still alive!” This did not cut any ice with the official. So she asked him whether he had a knife. The official was bewildered (and probably alarmed too). The good lady explained that with knife she could cut one of the mangoes and he could taste the heavenly fruit. This fell flat on the law-enforcing official and she had to surrender the packet almost tearfully, thinking about her beloved son being deprived of the pleasure.

This reminded me of a not-so-similar experience of mine when the wife and I had gone to visit Daughter I living in U S A. I had carried a small packet of exotic bananas from my garden. I had lovingly grown the plant and it had borne fruits for the first time. The bunch was still green and I reckoned that the fruits would ripen a few days after our arrival there. It would be in the fitness of things that the first yield would be enjoyed by our first child. Deliberately but with a lot of trepidation, I did not declare it. My heart was pounding when I passed through the Immigration desk. To my good luck, everything went off well and I landed at Daughter’s house with the bananas. :)))))))))))))))))))) I have vowed not to repeat any such act, if only to avoid a pounding heart. :(((((((((

Why are seeds, fruits and vegetables not allowed? This takes me to the wicked Parthenium weed which came to India riding on the back of wheat-grains imported by India in the 1950s to meet a huge food shortage.

Parthenium hysterophorus is a weed that came to India along with the PL 480 US wheat seeds in the 1950s and 1960s. At that time there was a big shortage of food grains and India imported wheat under Public Loan 480 plan under Food For Peace Programme of USA. The weed grew into uncontrollable proportions invading million of hectares of uncultivated wastelands, roadsides, railway tracks, etc. One plant of Parthenium can produce around 25000 to 30,000 seeds that can propagate rapidly with wind. The fast growing weed has spread all over India and is a nuisance in public parks, residential colonies and orchards. It causes health hazards such as skin allergy, hay fever and asthma in human beings and is toxic to livestock. It squeezes grasslands and pastures, reducing the fodder supply. Scientists describe it as a poisonous, allergic and aggressive weed posing a serious threat to human beings and livestock. Its seeds became a menace in the wheat fields of Punjab, Haryana and Uttar Pradesh.
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The deadly weed came to be named ‘Congress grass’ because it was imported into the country by the then Congress government in the Centre. It is also known as ‘Carrot grass’. In Hindi it is called gajar ghas.

This mother’s story takes me down memory lane. I was working in UP. Daughter I was on the way, and the wife was craving dried fish (which I abhor). My mother came to know about it. One day, at my bank, I received a Registered Post parcel. Curious to know what my mother had sent, I opened the packet. Removal of the packing wrappers revealed a tightly sealed small tin container. My curiosity was in full hold of me. With a lot of difficulty, I opened the cover. And out came the smell of the dried fish. Before it could spread and reach my colleagues, I quickly closed the tin tightly and put it inside my drawer. However, a little of the smell had come out and one of my colleagues remarked, “Something is smelling.” I kept quiet and thankfully after a little while the smell disappeared. Mothers will be mothers!

I read somewhere that in the 17th Century one Sufi Saint Baba Budan smuggled just seven coffee beans from Mecca into the Kingdom of Mysore. He planted those seeds and that was beginning of coffee-plantation and production in India!

TAIL PIECE

Why do I say ‘the wife’? A friend of mine who reads my blog posts asked me this. Years ago, when I was still working, I had contributed a humorous article to my Bank’s House Magazine. In that, I had used the term ‘the wife’. The editor in his wisdom, changed it to ‘my wife’. I can say ‘Daughter I’ and ‘Daughter II’ but …... Need I say anything more?

12 comments:

  1. :D :D Did Aunty read the last line? :D

    About the 'gajar grass' there is one more plant, 'gando bawal' (it means mad grass?!!) I find in Gujarat which spoils the formation of soil and one can find them everywhere! I am not sure but we would be having some other plants which grow faster and not bad for soil.

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    1. Aunty is now in Singapore with Daughter II.:))

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  2. My mom keeps asking me to carry seeds of common Indian plants like tulsi, pudina etc from India to put them in my garden here. I always have to go into a debate with her to explain the custom regulations and then try to convince her. But mothers being mothers, she once put in the seeds in my suitcase pocket without telling me :)

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    1. Yes, mothers will always be mothers. By the way, did you plant those seeds? Did those plants grow?

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    2. Yup, I planted them and they are doing good. Just that in winters, I have too keep them indoors :) But they are dwarfed by the apple and apricot tree in the garden making them hardly visible.

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    3. At the time of check-in for flight to USA, they ask who has packed your luggage, you yourself or anyone else, perhaps to know whether you know everything of that you are carrying.

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  3. We still call it congress grass :), and this is the first time I am coming across its real name. Thanks.

    I am in US for the first time, and my mother was insisting on all sorts of food ingredients (masala) to carry along (which luckily I avoided), but had to face a sermon and flood of tears for the refusal. Btw those masalas don't make maa ke haath ka khana tasty, mostly it is her love.

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    1. The wife carries a box-load of masala when she visits Daughter I and Daughter II living in USA and Singapore respectively.Mothers are incorrigible!

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    2. Seems I am going to face the mother's masala love this time :P

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    3. Remember the ad 'Mummy and Everest Masala'?

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  4. Loved reading this post as well so very much. Quite a few similar incidents have occurred in our packing with my MIL around. :)

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    1. Mothers and MILs are birds with the same feathers.:))))))

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