I don’t know what it is with non-vegetarians. The minute they learn you are a vegetarian they become condescending, irritated and at times downright rude. I am a vegetarian and I could also be extremely rude if I wanted to be with my fellow non-vegetarians, but I share a table with them without showing any signs of squeamishness! I’m not a ‘vegan’ either, but I really don’t care if people want to go the other extremes in the zeal to not touch any living organism! That’s their fetish, not mine. I still love a good cheese-chilly omelette!
I’ve been a vegetarian by choice as far back as I can remember. I have never developed a taste for the stuff and I remember as a kid, a friend of my mother’s even fed me a sandwich that was covered in something that looked like jam. I ate it, but something about the taste put me off. When I was asked if I had liked it I told them I didn’t like the taste of the ‘jam’, which I later learnt was a variety of fish! So I guess me and non-vegetarian food weren’t made for each other.
The other day I was travelling to Mumbai with a senior editor of an auto magazine and in our conversation I mentioned that I was a vegetarian. I narrated an incident to him that occurred during my stay in Lucknow when some of my then colleagues wanted to take me out for some “booze and chicken”. I told them that I was a vegetarian. Then one of them asked if I drank and I said I had quit. Someone else asked if I had pan masala and I replied in the negative. One exasperated soul asked “You don’t drink or smoke; don’t chew paan; don’t eat non-vegetarian food…so what the hell do you do?”
When the editor heard the anecdote, he laughed and said “I don’t know you well enough otherwise I too would have called you something quite nasty!” Now, he might have meant that as a joke, but it got me thinking. Why should a non-vegetarian deride my eating habits when I don’t go around calling a non vegetarian a ‘f*****g carnivore’? I have been the butt of some nasty comments by non-vegetarians and have been quite taken aback. I’ve also been told on numerous occasions that “you don’t know what you’re missing” – which is untrue, because I know what I am missing and have no problems at all, unlike some of my friends who get withdrawal symptoms when they don’t have a piece of chicken during a meal or get orgasmic when they do!
I remember going for a Malayali Christian friend’s wedding down South where the only dish on the menu was mutton biryani. The friend had forgotten that I did not touch the stuff. Totally mortified, he offered to go into the kitchen, and remove the pieces of mutton from the biryani and offer it to me. I reluctantly agreed. I’d even stopped visiting friends because they would have to take the trouble to cook dal and rice just for me. Nowadays, there are a lot more people who’ve become vegetarians by choice. So it’s not that bad.
I have absolutely no problems dining with die-hard non-vegetarians, either. I am not a ‘brahmin’ who’ll sit at another table if I have some chicken-eaters dining alongside me, or rush off to wash my plate just because some oil from the chicken dish dropped into my plate. Heck, my wife is a ‘Brahmin’ in the real sense of the word and she is a rabid non-vegetarian. We cook it all at home. I often introduce her to people with “I’m a vegetarian and she’s the brahmin, but eats anything dead!”
Now to the subject of drinking – I used to enjoy my beer and the occasional well-made Bloody Mary, until a decade ago. I was never a hard drinker like a lot of other people I know. I quit having even that occasional drink on my volition, after being diagnosed with diabetes. I am not even the kind of guy who preaches on the ills of boozing either. I have friends who can drink an entire bottle of whisky and I have no issues with that. I still enjoy their company, because they don’t behave like idiots. The problem is with people who think a teetotaller isn’t macho. If macho means, getting into a fight at a bar or a restaurant to impress the women around, or falling into a gutter, or crashing the car into a lamppost after a few pegs, I am glad I don’t drink.