Onion Saga

Onion Saga is much better topic than the Coconut Saga.

Coconut saga was deliberate attempt by Americans (Jimmy Cater included) to undermine coconut oil industry (which they have succeeded until perhaps I came into the writing scene quite by accident- to promote peanut oil and peanut butter). 

The lesson in history is not to believe Americans if he or she happens to be an American diplomat male or female.
I am made to believe that the woman scientist who published the coconut theory (bad for heart) had an untimely death (was made to commit suicide by her very own masters) is not a tragedy in human sense but a discovery in science.

Now even if the coconut go up to Rs.100/= I am not inclined to write anything on coconut but Onion Saga is welcome reminder for me to get into full gear and explode if possible.

This time it was not American intervention.

This time it is coming from and booming Indians who have spawned a Scientific Inquiry and few pertinent questions of common sense.

According to economic pundits Indian economy is booming but despite the rocket carrying satellite burst in air, Indian farmers for the first time in Green Revolution initiated by Mrs. Gandhi have failed to take into account of the average Onion Bargjji Eaters.

But I was happy they did not.

When Indian market sneezes we have a political hiccoughs.

I was given strict instruction by my wife not to come home without Bombay Onions even if I have to go to Bombay for that (Sorry my Mumbaians -we still call onions Bombay Onions and Bombay Mutai is our sweet- we do not read or see global name changes).

I did find a place to buy Onions and just before the fellow started weighing I took a big onion in my hand and asked him to weigh and tell me the price.

Believe it or not it was 50 (fifty fifty), the price of a coconut.

I asked the fellow to parcel that onion separately and got a kilo of onion and came home happily.

My wife opened the parcel and asked me why one is separately wrapped.

My answer was that is fifty rupees and rest are multiples of fifty.

And I told her that it has poison weight for weight and do clean and wash them before cooking and eating.

But I thought the saga would end there but it did not.

My wife left home for some work outside and today the servant lady was doing the honours at the kitchen and she dropped the entire remaining (let’s say 750 grams of it to be precise) lot into the dustbin right under my nose.

They were sprouting!

Hold it I told her; Give me my Onions!
Why Sir.
I am going to plant them today in a pot.
She did not have any answer back.

Then I looked for any pots to plant them but I could not find any.

So I jumped into my Denim and raced to Kandy and had a haircut in the shape of a coconut with an onion ring (shape) of hair in the middle.

That is my hair style for the Cricket World Cup and Tharunnayata Hetek, Boys BrigadeĀ  would you like to copy it?

But the style is my copyright, you boys brigade, you have to pay me royalty!

On my return I bought some plastic pots to plant the onion bulbs.

Happy New Year with plenty of Onions and Coconuts!

My New Year Resolution is to post at least one post week on plant watching or banana watching or me gone bananas!

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