The Spicy Samosa ..

This is an incomplete post..

Ive been writing it for more than a week ..

I keep getting interrupted ..

So i am publishing it as it is ..

maybe someone else can finish it πŸ™‚

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I have always been a multi dimensional believer … MDB .. which i think means that i believe that things can coexist in the same space at the same time but in different dimensions …
I never thought that one day i would get the feeling that things coexist in the same space and at the same time and in the same dimension … i think i am finding the feeling difficult to explain … its almost a twilight zone type feeling … its a feeling you may get when you temporarily become part of something that has been existing next to you for a while and you never came across it before…

in case you were thinking what i was talking about .. you will be happy to hear that i found another great place that sells panjabi samosas … Its probably the second best place that i have come across but its probably easier to access than the best place … which is opposite Al Nasr Cinema in Ruwi … That one is the best by far…

This place is called Ghasitaram Halwai … yes i am not sure i can pronounce it … but from the name, i gather it specializes in making sweets …

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Side note: Making sweets is something i would have never guessed they did after being there to get samosas … in any case, the place seems to have its roots in pre and post partition India … In Oman, i think this place just takes credit for the name and plays a bit with the Indian original’s logo … it even states that they have been “spreading sweetness” since 1916 … the Omani one might be a distributor of the the sweets from India… maybe …. there were some sweets being sold there …

So i was getting the tires on my car changed in al khuwair and was looking for something to munch on while the operation takes place … i decide to walk up the street to have a juice at the tropical juice place … but before i get there … the smell of spiced up fried batter made me change direction and go to this place on the side of the building … there were two restaurants next to each other but this one was just full of life … this is where the whole multi-di thing i was talking about earlier came into play …

As soon as i walked into the door … i felt like i was somewhere else … disconnected from what ever i was doing and thinking before .. its like i suddenly entered a new place .. a place, where i dont think i belonged … a place, that is strange to me … a place, that has great samosas … a place, that is isolated, shielded, protected? … it was very weird … the place felt like a dorm common room, or a shared dining room, or those community eating outlet places… i was also the only one wearing a dishdasha … tooodooo doodoo toodoo doodoo (twilight zone music) …So maybe that added to the feeling of isolation …

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The counter is on your left as soon as you walk in. And behind it, there is a guy who looks a bit like a gangster. The guy is “busy” running a restaurantΒ  … he has a thick mustache and wears golden framed glasses… he also has one of those faces that are half smiling and half winking all the time… dont mafia bosses always work out of restaurants ? the only difference is that no one ever eats at those places …. this place was PACKED… just beyond the counter you could see all the takeaway orders packed and tagged with names on them… They were ready to get picked up i think … looking around i saw a few people waiting for their food while reading … some were reading the papers and others finishing up some work while they wait for their food….

I asked for samosas .. and the guy looked around .. and answered

SG: Mafi .. khalaas (No more .. finish)

OM: Laish .. sawi ziyadah la (Make more … please!)

SG: Hokay (OK)

OM: okaik (OK)

Now i wait … and watch people … in this place … that is completely alien to me … i cant help but wonder … do places like this exist for all expats in Oman? … is the Ghazal Pub a similar place but for westerners ? … i have not been to that place in such a long time … maybe its time to go back … as a social experiment… Anyway …Β  So the guys working were not too sure what to make of me standing around waiting for samosas … and the man behind the counter keeps shouting out … “saaamosaaa reaaaaddeeyy???” … i dont think they mean to make me feel uncomfortable … but i think i might have made the customers uncomfortable by staring at them with my mouth open …

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