As such I am a vegetarian, milk is the only animal produce that I consume. Neither I am addicted to any sedatives, be it alcohol or tobacco in any form. This afternoon after having a sumptuous meal I had a temptation to chew a pan. I went to the pan dukan or the betel shop at the Tehsil Chowk, but I was turned down by the store keeper saying there is no pan pattar or the betel leafs. I went to the neighbouring two more stores, but to my surprise the outcome was the same. I became sceptical why do at all we call these stores as pan-guda or pan dukan, when they are no more selling any pans. There hanged only rolls of gutkha packets, while the stores are being littered around by small empty pouch of gutkha.
Over the decades the Pan eating culture has been completely corrupted with the advent of the Guthkha industry. Until a decade back I had seen how after handing over a pan the vendor would fold his both hands and do the Juhar or Namaskar to the customer while expressing his gratitude.
I do recall the glorious years of pan eating culture that we had in
Odisha. It was the year 1983 then I was a student of 7th Standard in
P.R.High School at Balangir. We were residing in Suth Pada. At the Chowk or the
intersection of the roads there happen to be a pan dukan. It was owned by
Khaira Behera. He might have inherited such unusual name for the vocation that
he was engaged in. In Oriya Khaira means catechu. It is the substance that is extracted from the acacia trees. Catechu is applied on surface of pan leaf along
with the lime while making a pan. This substance is used to dilute the harm caused
by the lime either to the gums, teeth or the tongue. Not only that, his two
children were endowed with strange names. His son’s name was Labang which in
English called clove, whereas daughter’s
name was Ilaichi that means cardamom. Both these spices are essential ingredients
to make pan.
That pan vendor Khaira was a peculiar man. He was a middle age person
and inherited the business from his father. His shop was a large rectangle
wooden box elevated from ground at around three feet. Next to the store there
was a wooden plank fixed to two wooden columns that were rooted on earth. On it
there would be placed the daily Oriya Samaja news paper for the customers to
read. The wooden plank was basically for the customers to rest when he prepares
the pan.
When a customer would order a pan, Khaira would pick two pan leafs from
the bunch rolled neatly in a wet cotton cloth. He would deep the leafs in clean
water stored in a bucket. Then he would pick the scissor and cut the lower end
of the pan leafs. While holding the petiole of the leafs with the fingers of
his left hand, he would start applying the lime (chun) and katha (catechu) with the thumb finger of the right
hand. While applying these two essential ingredients on the leaf he would start his talk show. He would ask the familiar question “Janicha
ken ?” Whch means, do you know ? And this début question raises a lot of
curiosity in the mind of the customer to know what the issue could be. He would
talk everything that exists under the sun and about the solar eclipse too. Then Indian television broadcast media
was at the nascent stage. There seldom happen to be any talk shows in the Door
Darshan. Arnab Goswami the Caesar of India’s television news was yet
to set the goal of his life. That
pan vender Khaira happen to be the anchor of the gossips. Mostly the issues on
which he used to talk was on test cricket
and movies. But the debates used to be louder when the issue was politics during
the election campaigns. Apart from all this, he used to talk about the domestic
issues of every house of the street, but it was spoken softly while whispering
on the ears.
There used to be a good flow of customers to his shop. Few would rush in
a cycle. They would park the cycle and come to the stall. The customers would
lift the circular tin box in which bhang would be kept. Bhang is
prepared by mixing the powder of tobacco leafs along with lime. They would sprinkle
this powder in their palm and put it in their mouth. This substance happens to
be a freebie, to attract customers to his
stall.
Very nice article... You had taken me to my childhood days of Parlakhemundi.
ReplyDeleteLovely exposition of betel-eating culture and the art of betel vending that created gossip kiosks which often served as live news broadcast centres too. Sometimes these kiosks even created public awareness on burning social issues. Really, those good old days...good blog, nice writing, but can improve on the language side. God bless the writer.
ReplyDeleteSuch a beautiful narration sir!Really,the pan shops were used to be heart of all events those days..Even now too,but effect is somehow diminished due to many variables..old is gold 🙏
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ReplyDeleteA beautiful narration sir . It reminded me my childhood Day.
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