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Humor – The “Fleet Auxiliary” called “Semaphore Signal”

September 26, 2018

Memoirs of a “Failure” (aka “Loser”)  in Uniform 

The “Fleet Auxiliary” called “Semaphore Signal”

Someone said to me: 

“Autobiographies are written only by successful people – not by failures in life…”

I replied: 

“That is not true. The fact of the matter is that even so-called “failures” want to write their memoirs – but no one is willing to publish them.”

Publishers prefer to publish memoirs of the rich and the famous – and – of course – the controversial, notorious and “infamous”.

So you have to “succeed” is some way – famous or infamous – to get publishers interested in publishing the book of your life story.

If you join the Armed Forces – the Military – it is very difficult to “succeed”.

The organizational hierarchy in the Armed Forces is a steep pyramid with only one vacancy at the top – and less than 1% of officers can be promoted to the “Top Brass Club” of Generals, Admirals and Air Marshals.

So – if you join the Defence Services (Army, Navy or Air Force) – or the “Fauj” (in colloquial parlance) – you are more likely to “fail” rather than “succeed” in your career.

If you look around the retired community – you will see that there are more “Fauji Failures” than in any other corresponding civilian profession (including civil services) where everyone reaches a decent rank/position before retirement.

And many “Fauji Failures” have many interesting “memoirs” to tell – in fact – every “Fauji” Officer has a book hidden within him

However – no publisher is willing to touch your manuscript – unless you are a General, Admiral or Air Marshal – or you are a War Hero – or you have been involved in some controversy or scam.

Earlier – before the advent on the internet – it was almost impossible for “failures” and “losers” (like me) to tell the world about their “life and times” – because the only way to chronicle your memoirs was to publish your “autobiography” in the form of a book – but no publisher was willing to publish your book because you were a “failure”.

It was a Catch-22 situation.

Luckily – Technology has changed everything.

Now – “Fauji Failures” are not at the mercy of publishers – and – you can tell your story via the medium of Blogging.

And that is what I have done.

From time to time – I have posted hilarious “memoirs” of my delightful Navy days in my Blog.

Of course – I have a book proposal of a Navy Novel ready – should some publisher agree to publish it – and I can assure you that my “memoirs” will be much more exciting than the prosaic autobiography of a pontificating Admiral.

You don’t believe me…?

Here is a sample…

THE FLEET AUXILIARY CALLED SEMAPHORE SIGNAL 

Hilarious Memoir from My Delightful Navy Days

A Fictional Spoof By VIKRAM KARVE

Disclaimer:

  1. Please read this apocryphal story only if you have a sense of humor. This naval yarn is a fictional spoof, satire, pure fiction, just for fun and humor, no offence is meant to anyone, so take it with a pinch of salt and have a laugh. And yes, this story is for mature adults only, so if you are a kid, or an overly gender sensitive type, please skip this post. 
  2. Please note that around 42 years ago –in the 1970’s –it was an all-male Navy – where bawdy jokes, ribaldry and profane language was the order of the day – and concepts like gender-sensitivity were unheard of – and this story is written in that spirit.
  3. This story is a work of fiction. Events, Places, Settings and Incidents narrated in the story are a figment of my imagination. The characters do not exist and are purely imaginary. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Copyright Notice:

No part of this Blog may be reproduced or utilized in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical including photocopying or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the Blog Author Vikram Karve who holds the copyright.

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THE FLEET AUXILIARY CALLED SEMAPHORE SIGNAL

PROLOGUE

I close my eyes – and – in my mind’s eye – I mentally go back in time – 42 years back in time – to the 1970’s – and reminisce about my halcyon Navy days – the happiest days of my life – and let delightful memories of those glorious Navy days perambulate in my brain.

This morning – as I delved into my halcyon Navy Days – floating over my time line – I suddenly remembered that unforgettable episode about the “Fleet Auxiliary” who I had nicknamed “Semaphore Signal”.

Let me tell you about it.

Please read the yarn and do tell me if you enjoyed reading the story, and I shall spin some more yarns for you.

I enjoy spinning yarns, some true, some spiced up with lots of salt and pepper, and some apocryphal.

Like I said, I am going to spin a few Naval Yarns for you.

Now – Dear Reader – you’ve got to remember one thing:

42 years ago – in the 1970’s – it was an all-male Navy – where bawdy jokes, ribaldry and profane language was the order of the day – and concepts like gender-sensitivity were unheard of – and this story is written in that spirit.

So let me reminisce and spin a few yarns for you to enjoy, no offence meant to anybody.

I just want to make you laugh and drive away your blues, and mine too.

I am sure you have a good sense of humour and you will enjoy these yarns in the right spirit and take it with a pinch of salt.

The “Fleet Auxiliary” called “Semaphore Signal” – a Spoof by Vikram Karve 

“FLEET AUXILIARIES”

We had returned to port after a long sailing – and – in the evening – I decided to visit my course-mate “Horny” on his ship – which was parked just ahead of us.

Unlike mine – his was a small ship – and the atmosphere was totally informal – with just a “Snotty” Midshipman and a Sailor leisurely manning the gangway.

I identified myself – I told them who I wanted to meet – and I started walking inside when the Snotty said:

“Sir – just a moment – he is busy right now – someone is there with him in his cabin.”

“Busy…? Okay. I’ll come later. Just tell him I had come…” I said, and started to walk away.

“Sir, why don’t you speak to him…?” the Snotty said.

The Midshipman (“Snotty”)  – he dialled “Horny” in his cabin – and – held out the phone to me.

“Hey, don’t go…” Horny said, “just come down to my cabin.”

Horny was waiting for me outside his cabin – and I could see that he was genuinely happy to see me.

“So nice to see you after so many days. Come inside…” he said, opening the door of his cabin.

I was taken aback in surprise by what I saw in his cabin.

A woman was lying on his bunk.

On the side-table – there was a bottle of my favourite Premium Scotch Whisky.

I was not surprised at seeing the girl.

Horny was a known Casanova famous for his peccadilloes.

What surprised me was the bottle of whisky – because Horny was a strict teetotaller.

Horny introduced me.

The girl made no effort to get up.

She continued to lie down on the bunk in her supine position.

The girl smiled at me.

I smiled back.

Then Horny pointed outside and said to me:

“Why don’t you sit in the wardroom for some time…?

We will finish off our business and join you in a few minutes.

The bar, the fridge, everything is open – so just help yourself to a drink and whatever you want…”

It was just 6 PM in the evening – so – I poured myself a beer – switched on the TV – and I relaxed in the wardroom waiting for Horny and his “consort”.

I was two beers down by the time Horny joined me in the wardroom.

“Girlfriend…?” I asked him.

“No…” Horny said, “She is just a “Fleet Auxiliary”…”

AN EXPLANATORY DIGRESSION… 

Let me digress a bit and tell you the difference between Fleet Auxiliary and “Fleet Auxiliary”

Fleet Auxiliary 

The former Fleet Auxiliary is a support ship, like an oil tanker, a supply vessel, a depot ship, or a hospital ship, which supports the main fleet.

“Fleet Auxiliary” (in quotation marks)

The latter “Fleet Auxiliary” is a moniker – a nickname given to a girl who “supports” the men who man the fleet by having a good time with them and help them quench their carnal passions.

This story is about this second type of “Fleet Auxiliary”.

With a “Fleet Auxiliary” it is a no-strings-attached relationship.

Of course, there may be a bit of “give-and-take” – a sort of “barter” – like sometimes – where the “Fleet Auxiliary” gets to drink the best booze and gets some gifts like an expensive perfume or some exquisite Swiss chocolates – as a “quid pro quo” – in return for her “favours”…

Let me tell you that in those golden days of the License, Quota, Permit Raj – when prized and coveted foreign goodies were was not available in the domestic market and we got them duty-free on board – a naval officer was quite high up on the social ladder.

Regrettably – the advent of liberalization and globalization changed everything, and nowadays – a Naval Officer is no longer the crème de la crème of society anymore – because today – money determines your status – and businessmen, entrepreneurs and celebrities are the new role models.

And – as far as “fleet auxiliaries” are concerned – it looks like they have disappeared from the fleet and found greener pastures – because when I asked a young “Subbie” about it a few days ago – he seemed totally clueless…

Digression Over  Story Continues … 

WHY THE FLEET AUXILIARY WAS CALLED SEMAPHORE SIGNAL

“Oh. So she is your latest “Fleet Auxiliary”…? But she looks quite a Plain Jane…” I remarked.

“Never a judge a chick by her looks…” Horny said, “I can tell you from my own experience. Most of those gorgeous chic beauties who look like sex bombs turn out to be damp squibs, but these prosaic looking Plain-Jane types are terrific. Just like this one. She is really great. Just three drinks – and she is ready for action…”

“Three drinks…?” I asked.

“Yes – just three large pegs of neat whisky – and she is all primed up – ready for action.”

“Really…?” I said, incredulous.

“The first drink – she lies horizontal. The second one – she puts her legs up by 45 degrees. And – the moment she has her third drink – her legs go straight up to vertical position – and – she is ready for action…”

“Like a Semaphore Signal…” I said.

“Semaphore Signal…? You mean the Flags…?”

“No. No. Not Naval Semaphore Signalling. I am talking about Railway Semaphore Signalling…” I said.

“Railway Semaphore Signalling…?” he asked, confused.

“Yes. Railway Semaphore Signalling. To be precise your passionate “Fleet Auxiliary” can be described as a “Three Position Multiple Aspect Upper Quadrant (or MAUQ) Semaphore Signal”…”

“Hey – stop the mumbo jumbo and explain to me in simple language…” Horny said.

Now – I am no great raconteur – so I picked up a pencil and piece a paper – I drew some pictures – and I explained the salient aspects of Semaphore Signalling.

If you want to know what I told Horny – have a look at the picture below:

semaphore1

               

semaphore2 

Multiple Aspect Upper Quadrant (MAUQ) Semaphore Signalling

The images above are from the Indian Railways Fan Club (IRFCA) Website Post on Signalling Systems. Indian Railways Fan Club (IRFCA) is a hobby group for discussing all aspects of railways in India. You may read the post on semaphore signals by clicking the url link:  http://www.irfca.org/faq/faq-signal2.html

SEMAPHORE SIGNALLING

Let’s look at the red coloured signal first.

The arm at horizontal position means “stop” – inclined upwards at 45 degrees means “caution” – and the arm in the vertical position means “all clear” – and the train can proceed.

Now look at the yellow coloured semaphore signal.

I think – that in the context of this story – the yellow coloured signal seems more apt:

STOPATTENTIONPROCEED.

Now just imagine that the legs of the girl (our “fleet auxiliary”) in place of the arm of the signal.

First Drink – Legs Horizontal – STOP 

Second Drink – Legs inclined upwards by 45 degrees – ATTENTION

Third Drink – Legs Vertical – PROCEED

On hearing my explanation – Horny burst out laughing – and we both laughed for a long time.

We were still laughing when “Semaphore Signal” joined us in the wardroom.

She had freshened up.

We talked.

I liked her.

Though she was quite chubby and ordinary looking – she had a very friendly smile – and she exuded a sort of affable charm.

We all had a drink of Whisky – and then – Horny dropped the girl (“Semaphore Signal”) at the bus stop near Museum on his bike – and he returned to the ship and we continued drinking.

Life moved on.

Horny moved on.

And – I moved on.

And – of course – the “Fleet Auxiliary” called “Semaphore Signal” moved on in life too – though – I did see her a few times – circulating around in the Fleet.

Many years passed – and I had forgotten all about this episode.

One day – I unexpectedly ran into “Semaphore Signal” while browsing in a bookstore located in a Mall.

I recognized her at once.

She was the very same “fleet auxiliary” I had nicknamed “Semaphore Signal”.

Now – so many years later – she had turned a bit plump – but otherwise – she looked the same chubby girl with a sincere, friendly smile which radiated the same charming warmth.

I smiled at her.

She did not smile back.

In fact – she totally ignored me – showing absolutely no trace of recognition.

Then – she turned and walked towards the exit of the bookstore.

She walked out of the bookstore – and – she stood in the foyer.

I followed her with my eyes – and I positioned myself so that I could clearly see her.

She took out her mobile phone from her purse – dialled a number – held the cell-phone near her ear and she spoke briefly.

Then she walked into the Food Court of the Mall – and she sat down on a vacant table.

I kept down the book I was browsing – I walked out of the bookstore into the spacious food court – and I sat down on a table – from where I could see her clearly.

She knew that I was stalking her – but she avoided looking directly in my direction.

Suddenly – a small girl came running and ran into her arms.

The girl was followed by a man – who smiled at her and sat down opposite her.

They were talking – maybe they were discussing what to eat – mother, father and daughter – a happy family.

I noticed that “Semaphore Signal” exuded the bliss of domesticity.

I felt happy for her – a “Fleet Auxiliary” so happily settled down in family life.

It was time for me to leave.

I got up – I looked at her for the last time – and – I started to turn away.

Just as I was turning away – “Semaphore Signal” looked in my direction.

She gave me a fleeting glance – a brief smile of recognition.

Then – she looked down at her daughter and started talking to her.

EPILOGUE

As I walked away after the encounter – I felt happy for “Semaphore Signal”.

She was one of the fortunate “fleet auxiliaries” who had put her past behind – she had moved on into a new world – and settled down into a happy married life – the bliss of domesticity.

Other “fleet auxiliaries” were not so lucky.

Some “fleet auxiliaries” could not move on in life – and they persisted with their ways – till age overcame them – and then – the only future the could look forward to was to live a life of a lonely spinster – an old maid – with only reminisces to think about.

A few “fleet auxiliaries” managed to “trap” a gullible Naval Officer into marriage.

Some marriages succeeded – but – many such marriages ended in disaster – since the “fleet auxiliaries” remained in the same naval environment and did not escape to a new world.

Much as they tried – the “fleet auxiliaries” could not prevent the shadow of their past life from haunting their present lives.

I don’t know why – but – whenever I see a woman drinking whisky – I remember “Semaphore Signal”.

Yes – whenever I see a woman drinking whisky – the episode of “The Fleet Auxiliary called Semaphore Signal” is rekindled in my mind – I hark back to those delightful Navy days – and a smile comes to my lips.

I really do not know if there is a connection between alcohol and promiscuity – but then as my Navy Friend Romeo would boast: “Give me a woman who drinks and I can get her into bed”.

And – he proved his theory – time and again.

But that is another story – one more yarn I will spin some day.

Till then – let me hark back with nostalgia to the story of “The Fleet Auxiliary called Semaphore Signal”.

NB: 

By the way – the Railways have replaced Traditional Semaphore Signals with Electric Light Signals – and – I don’t think you will see a traditional Semaphore Signal anymore. 

But that doesn’t matter. 

The next time you see a railway signal – or a traffic signal – and as you watch it changing colour – do remember this story – and have a laugh.

Dear Reader – Keep Laughing and have a Happy Day

VIKRAM KARVE

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Disclaimer:

  1. This apocryphal story is a fictional spoof, satire, pure fiction, just for fun and humor, no offence is meant to anyone, so take it with a pinch of salt and have a laugh.
  2. Please note that around 40 years ago –in the 1970’s –it was an all-male Navy – where bawdy jokes, ribaldry and profane language was the order of the day – and concepts like gender-sensitivity were unheard of – and this story is written in that spirit.
  3. This story is a work of fiction. Events, Places, Settings and Incidents narrated in the story are a figment of my imagination. The characters do not exist and are purely imaginary. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Copyright Notice:

No part of this Blog may be reproduced or utilized in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical including photocopying or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the Blog Author Vikram Karve who holds the copyright.

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Link to my source post in my Blog Academic and Creative Writing Journal Vikram Karve:  http://karvediat.blogspot.com/2017/06/humor-in-uniform-fleet-auxiliary-called.html

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This Story was written by me Vikram Karve more than 6 years ago in January 2012 and posted online earlier in my Blog Academic and Creative Writing Journal Vikram Karve by me Vikram Karve at 10/31/2012 02:15:00 PM at url link:
http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2012/10/a-fleet-auxiliary-called-semaphore.html  

and reposted online by me Vikram Karve a number of times including at urls: http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2014/07/humor-in-uniform-story-of-semaphore.html  and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2014/02/the-fleet-auxiliary-called-semaphore.html and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2014/12/memoirs-of-fauji-failure-fleet.html  and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2016/08/humor-in-uniform-fleet-auxiliary-called.html etc

Aflatoon – Delicious Baked Delight

September 26, 2018

MOUTHWATERING MUMBAI MEMORIES

I wrote this post about AFLATOON more than 15 years ago – in the year 2003 – after one of my long food-walks in Mumbai.

This piece is included in my book of foodie adventures APPETITE FOR A STROLL.

I loved to eat Aflatoon” – especially in winter…

AFLATOON 

Story and Recipe

(Mouthwatering Mumbai Memories by Vikram Karve)

Aflatoon is the Persian name of Plato (the Greek philosopher).

Aflatoon also refers to a person who talks about improbable ideas.

Aflatoon is also the name of a sweet – a delicious dessert – a pudding – made in India.

Aflatoon is a rare baked delight.

Now that is what this blog post is all about.

First – I will tell you about Aflatoon.

Then – I will give you my improvised “try it at your own risk” recipe for Aflatoon – a rich fortified nourishing sweet – ideal for the winter season.

AFLATOON 

Cooking is more of a Qualitative Art – rather than a Quantitative Science.

Sometime ago – a friend of ours dropped home a packet of scrumptious Dharwadi Pedhas.

My dear wife does not believe in the dictum: 

“There is no greater love than the love of eating…”

So – she promptly put them in the fridge and forgot about it.

Now what greater inanity can be there than consigning fresh soft flavorsome mellifluous Pedhas to harden up in some remote cold corner of the fridge?

So – when I first discovered the packet of cold hard Pedhas lying hidden deep inside my fridge during one of my surreptitious midnight raids, when my better half was fast asleep – I was first miffed – then improvising – I decided to soften them up in my microwave oven.

I put a piece of warm softened-up Pedha in my mouth – Lo and Behold…!!! – The Dharwadi Pedha had metamorphosed into a Lal Peda.

Yes, it tasted like genuine Banarasi Lal Peda with its unique wholesome “crispy roasted milky taste”.

Now that’s serendipity.

I have searched for Lal Peda all over but nothing could match the authentic Lal Peda I used to enjoy near Sankat Mochan in Varanasi.

I love sweets – especially Indian Sweets – Pedhas, Barfis, Rosogulla, Gulab Jamun, Kala Jamun, Cham Cham, Sandesh, Jilebi, Imrati, Son Papdi, Mysore Pak, Petha, Mahim Halwa, Malpua, Karanji, Anarse, Chirote, Lavang Lata, Ladoos – you name it, I love it – and one of favorites is a superb wholesome treat called “Aflatoon”.

Now the only place I have had Aflatoon is on Mohammed Ali Road in Mumbai, at Suleman Mithaiwala near Minara Masjid, and I think also at Zam Zam – a little distance down the road.

Aflatoon not only satisfies your sweet-tooth – it provides rich nourishment and is blissfully satiating too.

I am in Pune now.

Like my search for Lal Peda – my search for Aflatoon also remained elusive – so I decided to improvise and hope for the best.

Now remember – My Dear Reader – I am no great cook – nor am I a high-falutin connoisseur – nor a culinary expert.

I am just a simple down-to-earth trencherman, an avid foodie.

So – I asked around, searched around, explored, extrapolated, reverse-engineered, improvised etc etc.

And – here is what I improvised – a purely ingenious adventurous concocted experimental recipe.

IMPROVISED RECIPE FOR AFLATOON

(Disclaimer : Try this experimental recipe at your own risk…!!!)

First – with a fork – I thoroughly beat 3 Eggs till fluffy – add one cup (vati or katori) of sugar (add more if you like it sweeter) – and then – I vigorously whisk away till all the sugar dissolved and the mixture is nice and fluffy.

I have already switched on my oven.

Yes – Aflatoon is a baked delight – one of the rare Indian sweets which are baked in an oven.

I rub pure ghee on the palms of my hands – and then – I knead half a kilo of fresh Khoya (also called khava, mawa made from buffalo milk) – till it was slippery smooth.

Then – I blend in and coalesce the Khoya into the feathery egg-sugar emulsion – and I whip strongly with my hands till my wrists pain – my biceps and triceps strain – and the khoya is fully dissolved and merged into the mélange – and the fusion is complete – and – the rich blend is velvety smooth.

Now – in a plate – I mix together one cup of rawa – half cup of maida – and a pinch of baking powder – and I gently fold this mixture – spoon by spoon – into the egg-sugar-khoya amalgamation – and robustly swirl and paste the batter with my hands – till my hands get tired again – and my muscles ache.

Here – there is no exact proportion of how much rawa-maida mixture is to be added to the batter – my hands tell me when to stop. Later – I can always add a bit more – as and when required – to get the right baking consistency.

Now the interesting part.

I lovingly blended in three katories (cups) of pure ghee – yes – three full cups of pure ghee – one cup per egg.

I churn with my hands for a long time – till the ghee is fully dissolved into the delectable mixture – and is indiscernible.

(Dear Reader – here is the difference in sequence of ingredients between baking a cake and an aflatoon – while baking a cake you start of with creaming the butter, then blend in the sugar, then eggs, then maida – but – for Aflatoon you start off with beating the eggs, then the sugar, the khoya, the rawa-maida flour, and last comes the pure ghee (clarified butter)…)

Hey – Dear Reader – remember to lick your fingers from time to time – and taste the delightful mélange at each stage – and adjust the proportions accordingly.

Also – your fingers will tell you when the consistency is perfect.

That is why I never use mixers, blenders, juicers, measuring cups and all those Hi-Fi gadgets when preparing dough and batter for baked delights, or cooking dishes.

I always rely on my own tongue to tell me the precise taste – I use my hands to cream, and blend the concoction to the right consistency – to improvise the ingredients and proportions accordingly.

If you want to cook creatively – there is nothing to beat your own sensory perception – isn’t it…?

And yes – don’t forget to use your nose too – food must be fragrant, appetizingly aromatic – besides looking deliciously mouthwatering – and tempting to feel and touch too…!!!

Now – I mix in the spices – powdered jaiphal, dalchini, elaichi, lavang etc 

While gently stirring with my hand – I slowly pour in yummy thick creamy buffalo milk – about half a cup – till the consistency of the smooth paste becomes soft and silky – and – ready for baking.

Remember to always have the rawa-maida flour ready – in stand-by mode – to even up the batter – if required.

Then I mix in some dry fruit – kismismanuka, crushed pasted khajur – squeezing my fingers.

Oh – just a minute – I thoroughly mix in a few drops of vanilla essence to make even the slightest trace of the smell of eggs go away.

Finally – I embellish with crushed dry fruit like badam, pista, kaju etc.

I now pour in the rich creamy dough into pure-ghee greased baking trays – and bake it in my conventional pre-heated oven at medium heat – till the characteristic mouthwatering aroma wafts through the kitchen – and the Aflatoons looked appetizingly brown.

With all the khoya, creamy milk and rich ingredients  – it sometimes takes almost an hour or so to be done.

(Baking time varies and you must keep an eye on your Aflatoon while is gets ready in the oven)

Time doesn’t matter – during cooking – as in eating – I like to be unhurried – the slower the cooking the tastier the food. – and – I always like to keep the heat moderate – and my senses – especially olfactory – alert.

The proof of the pudding is in the eating 

I was dying to sample the result of my culinary experiment – so I don’t even wait till it cools.

Oh, Yes – the Aflatoon tastes wholesome, sumptuous, appetizing, good.

Just imagine – if you fortify milk-cake with eggs – enrich it – spice it up – and roast it well – that’s the nearest I can describe how Aflatoon tastes.

I wonder if Aflatoon can be made by roasting it on a tawa instead of baking it in an oven…?

I relish my homemade “Aflatoon” – but then – nothing can beat the original Aflatoon –for which – I will have to head to Mumbai.

Till then – I’ll keep savoring these – and – I am sure with all the pure ghee imbibed in them – these Aflatoons will last for days – provided I keep them hidden away from craving children and other insatiable trenchermen like me…!!!

Dear Reader – and fellow Foodie – why don’t you too improvise, be creative, experiment, use your own ingredients and proportions, conjure up your very own aflatoon, savor it, try it out on your family and friends, and tell us all about it.

And if you happen to live in Mumbai – why take all this trouble…?

Just walk down to Zam Zam or Suleman Mithaiwala – and go ahead and relish the original Aflatoon.  

Happy Eating…!!!

VIKRAM KARVE

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  1. This is an improvised recipe –so try it at your own risk.
  2. All stories in this blog are a work of fiction. Events, Places, Settings and Incidents narrated in the story are a figment of my imagination. The characters do not exist and are purely imaginary. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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Link to my source post in my Blog Academic and Creative Writing Journal Vikram Karve: http://karvediat.blogspot.com/2017/01/aflatoon-mouthwatering-mumbai-memories.html

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This article written by me Vikram Karve 15 years ago in early 2003. The article is included in my book APPETITE FOR A STROLL (2008) and was posted online by me a number of times in my blogs at urls:

http://creative.sulekha.com/aflatoon_303216_blog

http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2010/08/aflatoon.html

http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2012/07/eating-out-in-mumbai-proof-of-pudding.html

http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2012/03/aflatoon-rare-baked-delight.html and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2015/01/aflatoon-mouthwatering-mumbai-memories.html

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