Moody wants dhokla to be the National dish (satire)

Moody knows his priorities and never allows anyone to peep into his private affairs and that is what it should be like. It is not good manners to invade anybody’s privacy and encroach upon his private space.
Right now, he had plenty on his mind. And, he needed to get it off his head. So he summoned his close associate Baba Someday.
‘Yes Moody-ji,’ Baba appeared with a huge smile on his face covered with a thick growth of black beard. ‘How was your last trip?’
‘OK,’ Moody replied. ‘These foreigners have their own methods of persuasion. I think we need to cultivate ours.’
‘What sort of persuasion?’ Baba chose his words carefully. He had heard stories of women power influencing decisions. It was quite common during the Cold War times.
‘It is the weakness for food. I want to make dhoklas as the National food. Everywhere I have gone, I missed the dhoklas. How do you like my idea?’

‘Wonderful,’ the Baba replied. ‘No one ever thought on these lines.’
‘Let us begin thinking. I have asked the ladies to join. They’ll be here any moment.’
Before he finished, the door opened and Uma-ji peeped in. She had with her Sue Sharma and Ranee-ji.
Moody looked up at them and smiled.
‘Please come in,’ he said and waved them to the chairs. ‘I want dhoklas to be branded as our National dish. What do you think?’
The ladies looked at each other. They had never expected this. Uma-ji had brought with her the latest status on her Ganga cleaning efforts while Sue Sharma had the dossier on smugglers and gangsters hiding abroad. Ranee-ji also had her papers on higher education with her.
But, Moody as always, caught everyone by surprise.
‘Don’t hesitate,’ he smiled, which was rare. ‘I have our people in Silicon Valley pining for Indian food. Same in London and Paris and even Malaysia and Singapore, China and Japan. They all want Indian food and, in my opinion, dhokla is the real and true Indian food.’
‘Yes,’ Baba Someday said. ‘It is the Indian version of cupcakes.’
‘How soon can you take up production?’ Moody enquired.
‘Immediately,’ Baba replied without batting an eyelid. ‘Your wish is my order.’
Baba knew that people make fun of him and his products and there are stories doing the rounds that that he is determined to uproot anything foreign from the land except the foreign tourists who bring in the dollars.
Well – his Pat & Jolie has diversified from honey to noodles, biscuits and face creams – dhokla would be his next product. It can certainly add an edge to India’s clout and redeem her lost glory. (to be continued …)

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