One can never get enough of the nector laden tropical fruit, so here is your chance to try out its different avatars

When you are stepping into your pre-teens, marauding a mango farm is an important rite of passage. I raided mine at my boarding school in Dehra Dun. Barring my principal's dressing down and the penalty that followed, I passed with flying colours. Years later, I faced yet another mango challenge.


Maldhai aam ka murgh tikka

Rising to the dare
'Zashn-e-Aam,' an ongoing mango festival at Zaffarani Zaika, the fine dine at Chanakyapuri, was a wild bull waiting to be ridden. From the main course to the cocktails, it promised mango mania in everything.
If a club in distant Toyko were to woo a desi Moti Mahal, the offspring would fairly look like the place. Thankfully, the desi gene prevails over and the lamps and the paintings suggest some Mughal influence. But it wasn't the ambience that made me uneasy, OD'ing on mango was what I was sceptic about.