I remember as a child how my grandmother (and not just mine… any South Indian grandmother) would scream at the guy who delivers milk home, if the consistency was not good. (Yes, we got fresh milk at home everyday) Basically, if it was weak, he has adulterated the milk with water and charged us for it. Newspapers covered this regularly and spoke about how consumers are getting cheated. I used to wonder. What’s the big deal? It’s just milk.
25 years from then. I’m in London. I walk into a supermarket. For that matter, I just open the fridge in office. I see different varieties of milk. Whole milk. Semi skimmed milk. Skimmed milk. (My sister loves all this by the way). I’m not such a health freak when it comes to eating right. I eat and drink what I want and then try to do Capoeira end of the day. Anyway, the least fat one is almost like drinking water. And, its the most expensive. All I’m thinking about is what my Grandma would say – ‘Pal la thanni kalandhutu ivalavu velaiya’. Translated from Tamil, ‘milk with so much of water costs so much?’.
And, then I realise, it is a big deal. It’s not milk.