Ask anybody with even a smattering of familiarity
with India, and the name IIT is likely to evoke positive recall. The Indian
Institutes of Technology have indeed carved a glorious niche for themselves in
the annals of higher engineering education. In this modern world of all
pervasive technology, the IITs are a matter of pride for India, with many of
their alumni counting among the who’s who of business, industry and academia
worldwide, adding to India’s growing soft power and prestige in the global
arena.
The topic though is a different IIT, granting
for some poetic license with the acronym. This is not the venerable
institution, but it might well be one, in a manner of speaking, for it enjoys a
similar eminent status in discerning international circles. This other IIT has
also risen to prominence with India’s growing soft power. In so doing, it has made
waves for India in the world of global cuisine. This is India’s International
Tiffin. The Dosa.
The Dosa needs no introduction really. Its
reputation precedes it, and naturally so. Sure, there are several other Indian snack
foods, like the chaat dishes and the mithais, all deservedly popular. Amongst them
all though, the unobtrusive dosa is arguably numero uno. It’s international stature only continues to swell with
every passing day.
The dosa has certainly come a long way from its humble origins in the kitchens and tiffin houses of South India. It is the Indian analog of the Western crepe. The batter by default is usually made of fermented rice flour and black gram. You also have the rava dosa, made from semolina batter, and healthier alternatives with other grains, like millet or amaranth dosas. The dosa can be made crisp or soft, plain or with a variety of fillings (masala). It is usually served with piping hot sambar, a thick tangy stew flavored with vegetables, and one or more chutneys, fresh grated coconut chutney being the most popular.
Growing up in Tamil Nadu, there was no dearth of this most delightful of foods. You could have dosas for both breakfast and the evening tiffin, and even for lunch or dinner come to think of it. Eateries in the remotest towns and villages would serve the most magnificent dosas. In fact, the popularity of a restaurant had frequently to do with the quality of its dosa, and the dosa’s cousin, the idli. Several South Indian restaurant franchises, like the Udupi chain, would pride themselves on their dosas, which you could expect to be of consistently high standard. The quality depends on the batter of course, but the chef makes the final difference, for the dosa, ultimately, is a thing of delicacy. While a good dosa can be replicated with the right batter by a reasonably competent cook, the truly excellent dosa needs the kai pakkuvam, that spontaneous touch of hand innate to all chefs of fine standing.
Not too long ago in India, good dosas were generally
to be had only south of the Vindhyas. North Indian eateries would almost always
have a harder time serving up the same quality, and even if they managed to get
the dosa right, the sambar or the chutney presented formidable challenges. Outside
of major metros, dosas could generally be found in small town North India only
if the place had a cosmopolitan population, like the steel city of Jamshedpur. But
starting with the mid-eighties, and continuing into the 1990’s, the dosa’s
fortunes began to climb. As more Indians began to travel and explore more of
India, the dosa acquired the status of national tiffin.
Even remote hamlets could now serve up a dosa
surprise, and among these, several were at travel hubs, like the canteens at
stations on the Indian railway network. I recall distinctly the masala dosa at
Rangiya, a sleepy town in faraway Assam. The dosa served in that lovely little
rail cafe, after a journey of 60 hours from Bombay en route to Guwahati, was simply fabulous. Equally vivid are my
memories of a small restaurant in the temple hamlet of Gaurikund, in the midst
of a pilgrimage trek high up in the Himalayas. Lower down the hills, Mussorie
and Rishikesh have been good dosa destinations for a while. But tasting the
superb dosa in Gaurikund was a welcome change from the ubiquitous local
breakfast staple, the aloo paratha.
It lifted my travel weary spirits like magic.
Prime Minister Rajiv Gandhi certainly helped
boost the dish’s popularity by mandating soft dosa and chutney on the in-flight
menu for every one of his numerous foreign junkets. And then one fine morning I
read in the newspaper that masala dosas were a big draw at the National Stadium
in Karachi, venue of an ongoing test match between arch cricketing rivals India
and Pakistan. The struggling Indian team may have found the Pakistani spectators
partisan, but the crowd certainly showed no such prejudice against this appetizing
snack of South Indian origins, which for many of them was a first. Merit, inevitably,
is always applauded! Whoever was the smart entrepreneur at Karachi had
certainly broken fresh ground for the dosa.
In the spring of 2001, I journeyed through Nepal
and Tibet, in the course of my first ever visit to sacred Mt. Kailash. At that
time, Kathmandu’s Thamel district featured delicious dosas, courtesy a
restaurant run by a most lovely Sikh gentleman. Upon entering Tibet next, we
were surprised by a delectable dosa breakfast in the hill town of Zhangmu. The
dosa had clearly conquered the subcontinent.
Beyond India, Singapore, with its long-standing
populace of Tamil origins, and innumerable Indian restaurants, has always been
a dosa happy hunting ground. You could also find dosas in the UK, with perhaps
links dating to pre-independence days. But the surge in the dosa’s global popularity
in recent times, especially in North America, might well be attributed to the growth
of India’s IT services sector. A good bit of the software boom was fueled by
South Indians, who in the course of their increasing travels within and beyond
India, brought with them both their fondness and their insatiable demand for the
dosa.
Today, you can find a dozen dosa outlets in
places as far apart as Dallas and Seattle, Atlanta and Toronto. Chains like
Anjappar’s and Saravana Bhavan, of course, can be found serving dosas in New Jersey
and San Jose. Purists might well frown, but the American penchant for
innovation has led to fun new adaptations like the chocolate dosa, the corn
dosa and the spinach and cheese dosa. Much like Pizza Hut, there’s the Dosa Hut
chain, with one of its outlets right next door to the venerable Ganesha temple
in Queens, New York. The temple canteen itself is justly famous for its
outstanding dosa delights, and home quality food in general. And not
surprisingly, in the San Francisco Bay Area, we have a restaurant chain named for
the dish itself, the Dosa, with locations in Fillmore, Valencia and Oakland.
Beyond the scores of South Indian restaurants in Silicon Valley, there are Dosaterias
now at Whole Foods Market, and then there’s also Vik’s market in Berkeley, a
rare North Indian jewel whose dosa treats can give most South Indian dosa
houses a run for their money.
Back in my college days at IIT Bombay, the
affable Prof Chandrasekhar, Dean of Student Affairs, was fondly referred to as
the Dosa, not merely by us students, but I suspect, by his own colleagues as
well. It only served to reinforce for us the excellence of IIT, both of the
institution and the tiffin. No IIT alumnus will grudge the dosa this sharing of
appellations!
I sometimes wonder if we could have a sequel to
the likes of A. L. Basham’s extraordinary tome of the 1950’s, ‘The Wonder That
Was India’. If Basham had to extend his time
horizons to cover modern India, there are several things he would find worthy
to write about. For sure, both types of IIT will feature prominently, the
institution and the dosa. Both are stellar global ambassadors of today’s Wonder
That Is India.