The 'Bhakarwadi', Me and Philosophy!
Having brought a packet of 'bhakarwadi' from my hometown in Gujarat back to where I work down south of the country, I thought I'd give my South Indian colleagues a taste of the true blue Gujarati 'farsan' (dry snack). In order to ensure that everyone in the office got at least a sufficient portion of it, I had selected the mini 'bhakarwadi' which were smaller in size, compared to the normal ones, but which came in a larger quantity. After the packet had done its rounds from table to table, with the contents diminishing to a few leftover crumbs in a matter of minutes, one of my colleagues who'd been out of the cabin, walked in, to discover that he had missed out on the munchies. Reluctantly I opened up my palm and offered the last few roundels of the snack that I had saved up for my later consumption. Scooping up the little roundels from my hand and leaving just one for me, he went back to his seat and merrily popped them into his mouth. ...