A lot of confusion about its plural 'fish' or 'fishes' but absolutely 'NO doubt about the universality of its
'value 'abundance 'catching' hooking' 'cooking' frying' 'fishing' 'serving' 'selling', and the pleasure of 'eating'.
'Pleasure? 'Who said that ? Oh dear me', eating fish is quite a task, a great risk, of getting the hairline fish bone stuck somewhere down the larynx or gullet, if one is not careful and utterly vigilant', 'eating fish' is a technique to be learnt'. Many cultures around the world 'have 'fish as staple food'. 'Fishing is ancient mythical and historic as the Roman God of the sea Neptune is depicted as wielding a fishing trident'
to make the best of times 'a home coming' to Pakistan from Europe, after a gap of a year and a half, my son wanted to revisit the special places which enriched our family life with happy memories, many more of a different kind but here I refer to the many happy food memories,
I would call them 'memories for in the present times its a 'great risk going out' for a treat' lest 'something sharp burning blazing may fall from the sky ...and there goes 'the fish and the dish... and the spoon and the 'wish', on a serious note human beings become like hundreds of 'chicken likens'...
The house emptier quieter and giving a packed up look, no longer filled with girlish giggles, colorful clothing and 'all sorts of music food and fun' yet it was, it is 'home'...my son feeling the quietude and not saying but definitely missing the sisters,smiled while he seemed to be engrossed on whatever' news or views' on the mini screen raised his head and said', 'Mom!'
'Mom, 'let's go out , let's go for a treat of fried fish'
'Murree Road Committee Chowk? a special place but about ten miles away...
'or closer than that was what we call Saddar' the Main City market area.
'well, it could be the closer one',
and soon we were on the road '...The main Dalhousie Road-
(Rawalpindi Cantonment has many roads named after prominent British officers)
as we turned left on to the old Massey Gate Road so named during the Colonial Times, the area seemed quite lit up, 'people are coming in still' I thought.It was 9 p.m.
'People love fish' and 'Lo the 'Fried Fish shopping section was all'alive' with colored lights and some roadside 'odd stuff sellers', smilingly waiting-as one Suzuki Van had displayed, stuffed toys for sale on the roof of the vehicle.
' well, business has its own styles' and 'times'
'Fried fish was delicious' just the right amount of salted 'masala' and served with hot 'naan roti' fresh from the 'tandoor'. We sat for an hour or so, quite relaxed though I wondered if anyone would be interested in buying the stuffed toy animals being sold just outside, at this hour' maybe...
yes, may be...
Something 'fishy' may be going on in the country but for the time 'the treat of fried fish' was once again a memorable event as soon my son would be flying back to Europe-next home coming ?
A hope and a prayer~