I’d first
concentrate on my home state Assam, though there are other places where I had
had similar experiences. In the last few years I discovered to my horror that
the practice of serving milk tea to visitors or staff had almost vanished as
far as the offices were concerned—government or private. Whenever I visited or
worked in an office in my home state the polite peon would always bring in cups
of black tea, red tea, lemon tea or green tea without giving me a choice. The
supervising officer or the host would always keep mum. When in dire need of a
cup of milk tea I ask the officer about its availability s/he would politely
answer in the assured negative. Alas!
More
concerning had been the changing patterns of behavior in the homes of friends
or close relatives: during the initial onset of the vanishing species they used
to ask me about my choice—red tea or milk tea and I’d always confirm my express
choice; unfortunately, in the later years the hosts must’ve found the asking
for choice quite illogical for their convenience or their own preferences, and therefore,
they stopped asking which resulted in me served always with the red black or
the green variety irrespective of my needs of the hour. Alas!
Notwithstanding
Assam being the state for quality tea leafs or powders called the Assam Tea all
over the country we did find the tea served in the trains or at the stations
the worst in India over the decades. Experts explained to my bitterly
complaining self that the best quality tea is always exported and unless you
have direct links with some influential persons at the tea gardens you’ll have
to make do with whatever you get. However, all of those served teas had been
milk tea, invariably! Yes! I’m coming to my point. Milk tea has also been vanishing from the trains or stations at a fast
rate!
Let me
elaborate with the example of two short train journeys we undertook in the
recent past in the state of West Bengal where people have traditionally been
fond of milk tea—particularly the bharer
cha we mentioned earlier. My experience really shook me. In the onward
journey it was relatively okay. There was a solitary vendor selling milk tea
with tea bags amid hordes of other vendors offering all kinds of eatables even
though most of the passengers boarded the train with their bellies full. There
were also other vendors selling all the other varieties of tea that you understand.
Toward the end of the journey we were again in need of a cup of milk tea, but
the lone vendor was nowhere to be seen and we had to make do.
The return
journey was the most revealing one! After a hurried breakfast we boarded the
train and immediately we were in great need of steaming cups of milk tea. We
waited and waited; but there was not even the lone vendor. All other varieties
of tea kept on coming up along with all the food items we never wanted. There
was liquor tea meaning the black or red tea; there was the lemon tea; and there
was even kind of a chutney tea,
meaning the tea was a mega-mix of lemons, peppermint, salt, sugar and what not.
We scowled at the pushing vendors having even to bark them off at times; but no
milk tea vendor came our way. Making things worse the train got late, and it
was like ‘miles to go before we have our milk tea’ kind of a situation. Alas!
In the
crowded food lanes of various metros and cities too, I often experienced
tremendous hardships in locating a milk tea joint. Here also, the situation
seems to be worsening! In Mumbai and in some areas of Delhi in particular you
have to roam literal miles to find a tea seller. Another factor that may be
contributing toward the vanishing act of the milk tea can be mentioned here:
that in Maharashtra specially that may be spreading to other places too fast,
most people consider milk tea as some kind of a liability: when you treat them
with a plateful delicacies and sweets along with a steaming cup of milk tea
they sip down the tea as if in a great hurry and after that only they launch
themselves heartily on the plateful. Such disdain for my favourite tea! Alas!
So then, I do
concentrate on my ‘home is where the milk tea still is’, because here I can do
justice to my simple choices, provided, of course, there’s an understanding
spouse too. And Mumbai has given me the solution long back, in the phenomenon
of ‘cutting chai’ which means I can have it in smaller quantities doing full
justice to my needs and the desired frequency.


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