The evolution of the Friday market…

When we were younger and didn’t care about how vegetables were sourced but were still allowed fits for not liking what we didn’t, vegetables reached home. Because the vendors knew what grandmother liked, and would duly deposit them. Zeba the milkwoman also proceeded several times to give me a bath if she saw me entertaining myself in mud, promptly helping grandmother and getting brownie points.

However, when we shifted to the big city, vegetable vendors were not known like most people around. They were what I call agadu (haughty) and you know for the life of me I can’t figure out which language gifted me this word. Anyhow, so in the sub-city of Noida (lovingly called Naveda by bus conductors from CP and city centre from the metro travellers who just discovered it), vegetable vendors had a giant showing in weekly vegetables markets- a different day in each sector.

Timatar 😉

Ma and papa would often frequent the Friday market. Friday market meant Gudiya and I were locked in at home- where we typically fought, watched a movie, or on kinder days posed for each other on the camera- we even have some shady picture proofs- she was always starry, I was always conscious (it’s amazing how that never changed). At the end of the market, we would be fed weekly popcorn and without fail, we’d get aaloo-nadur (potatoes & lotus stem), because they always used to get late, and hungry girls are hard to deal with. This was perhaps the quickest recipe my mother could churn just by the time we finished the popcorn.

The suspect spices

In standard tenth, I dragged ma to the Friday market, though my awkward teen-ness, to collect spices for a biology project trying to prove they had artificial colours in them. I don’t quite remember what I did about it anycase. But strange men passing lewd comments ensured I didn’t enter the market till this Friday post a lot of emotional attyachar. *Since papa was travelling, who’d carry the fat bags*.

Also balloons

So, the market is just as it was. Vegetables as my rickshaw-wallah had said, shockingly expensive,
especially that small piece of ginger.
Men still
agadu and into gimmicky comments, though of
course now I’m far more equipped to be mean back. The spices still looked contaminated, aunties still pushy, and I just don’t get these people who get there in their cars, and then honk, imagining people on the road with their vegetables would evaporate to create spaces.

I decided to act touristy though, clicked pictures. Generally for excitement, and making random people conscious. * Why should I be the only one to suffer *


I wonder if buying vegetables *like this* is the single most common reason for marital un-bliss. In my live-away-from-home experience I shopped for vegetables and *all* of that happened in a supermart, I was a Tesco regular used to a non-haggling, stand in a queue environment. In the future, as well, I might just vote for more (?) convenience. I’m not sure, I can entirely agree with Ma or Carrie even and say (vegetable) shopping is my cardio. And thus in the new rhythm, Friday markets may just stay put as the chronicles of my popcorn times.


PS: Happy birthday blog

11 comments
  1. Not suprisingly going to the local Friday market in town here is considered quite cool. You buy local, you sound money and generally get a permit to act smug. I too did it for the experience but I much rather dance through aisles here. Besides it is also easy on the eyes 🙂

  2. @ S- Wow you stock good memories there 🙂 I think I just go for higher convenience of a friendly store!

    @ Jane- I actually hog vegetables, I think my mother has an issue on the opp end 😉

    @ GB- If u were living in Noida I know which sector then, from Thursday 😉

    @ Lin- I am sure u’ll experience it once here!!

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  3. LOL–“thursday ” nights used to be popcorn nights for us! Funny how we all have these “shared” memories!

  4. well, i have very good memories of childhood and teens on the weekly markets…having lived most of my life in south delhi & in government accommodation neighborhoods where such markets open shop one day in week, we found it very convenient and also a lot of variety, not to say good quality veggies and daily stuff from such markets….

    presently too….in our locality we prefer to go to the weekly market (haat) for wide variety and better quality veggies …ofcourse we cant haggle..neither me nor the hubby!!..so we just pick & choose from all the variety…..what we(me and hubby) have come to conclude from our experience is that supermarkets are best for buying packed products while veggies are best bought from haats!!

    and thankfuly, i havent been teased ever in all my haat outings ever!!!!!

  5. Tanvi- Same here! I don’t think I’m good at it. But then to be fair on ma, she isn’t any good either. We prefer the mall esp in this heat, vegetables are an exception though

    Y- hehe I saw ur post! I have to admit my lack of patience shines through totally in this sort of shopping- nothing I’m too proud of, but I’m okay in a store, that’s the saving grace

    C- Yes! That’s exactly my feeling as well! 🙂

  6. i really dont prefer markets… apart from haggling and dealing with weird stares from strangers, i can’t stand crowds..
    supermarts, though pricey, are more convinient as of now!

    Happy birthday to ur blog! 🙂

  7. Oh wow! I just posted a vegetable post too! (had no work at work :D)

    Though I differ from your opinions, reason being I have gotten too used to buying veggies from market 🙂 Its a very soothing point of my any vegetable/grocery buying day.

    Also balloons and carrie! iLike!

    And happy birthday to someplace else 😀

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