**Nerd alert** – 13 years back in time
The grade scored in mathematics was the (sadly cliched) yardstick for measuring a student’s excellence in those days. A small town, a small school, an invisible Hedwig would somehow drop your grades at places you did not want them to be dropped at, and gossips and gasps would ensue.
Well I might sound like I am blowing my own trumpet here (I have warned you already), but I was that nerd kid that always got a pat on the back at home and school for excelling at numbers in particular. But every
day year is not the dog’s day year. 2003 witnessed a plummet in my numbers. I could not make peace with myself nor the numbers (I am glad that in the present day I realize life is so much more than mere grades and numbers).
The numbers did eventually plunge back to exceeding the yardstick (second trumpet moment), and here’s how. My fondness and reverence for the subject is a projection of my reverence for the teachers that taught me in and out of school. I have had my awe moments watching them not only effortlessly solve sums, but also ceaselessly share the knowledge and motivation with us through their teachings. And that is what actually translated into performing better at it, and to this day translates into my high regard for the field. They are the greatest mathematicians (read magicians) in my life!
Often times our experiences with things make us like or dislike them. One such delectable (and undeniably soothing) experiences of mine has been with mangoes. So many stories. So few words.
Anyone who has sucked the nectar out of the juicy Indian mangoes, and has let some of it trickle down their palms, hands, and eventually clothes, can relate to the absolute fact that mangoes are not only delicious, but also divine! A country where summer is fraught with high temperatures, humidity and occasional rain and hail storms, the bright yellow (sometimes red) fructose filled (not round) balls are a perfect answer to the climate agony. I am hit by a flood of nostalgia as I write this. Schools were shut down after the end of one term and three good months were spent performing nothing but shenanigans with dearest folks. One of them, and in retrospect the best one, included pelting stones at mango trees (mostly the neighbor’s trees). I remember sprinkling sugar atop chilled cut mangoes (do not ask how much sweetness I am made up of!), and then scraping the pulp out with a spoon straight into my mouth. At times mom pureed the pulp, that was then used as a spread over breads. And of course there were evenings where friends gathered, and lots of ice, some milk/cream and mangoes were blended and gulped down the throat and noisy burps followed minutes later.
- Sweet Mango Pulp - 1 cup
- Vanilla ice cream - 2 tbsp
- Milk - ½ cup
- Whip all the ingredients in a blender.
- Adjust the consistency of the shake according to preference (depending on how thick and pulpy you like).
- If you are crazy like me, add some whipped cream on top (Optional step).
- Also, for the extra flavor, you can sprinkle some pistachio nuts on top (Optional step).