Imagine being pepper-sprayed in the mouth for about ten minutes straight. Everything that touches your lips tastes spicy; you can't find relief in bread, and don't even think about trying water – it'll just make it worse. Finally, the pain dies down…until you realize that it is traveling through your digestive system, and you can still feel it every step of the way. It comes in waves: a few minutes of near-comfort followed by torture. Sweat dripping, tears pouring. And even when you feel halfway decent, you realize that tonight or tomorrow, there will be hell to pay.
…had been informing us of some interesting capsaicin facts before our food arrived. For example, if ghost chili were in liquid form, it'd have a pH level of one. Other acids with a pH of one include hydrochloric acid and sulfuric acid. In a more dilute form, sulfuric acid is found in batteries.
I realize how different my family is when I come across these desis who are hell bent on categorizing people as Sindhi, Punjabi, Kashmiri, Bengali, Maharashtrian, Tamilians, Malayalis, Gujaratis, and so on. Why can’t we all be just Indian? And the rate at which the other person (9 out of 10 times) tries to classify you is not funny. Kudos to all those who are marrying people from different parts of India and who speak different languages – this is the surest way to national integration! And it’s high time to have an association for NRIs that says “We are all Indians”…
On the whole, the North/ South India divide is the strongest I have seen with people from rest of India calling everyone who lives South of Vindhyas as Madrasis…Wouldn’t it help if we all were able to accept the others as they are with the differences and actually celebrate the differences instead of using them to draw lines, distinguish and put the other person down?