Mane Oota Melodies: The Tale of Idli, Dosa & Chutney

For centuries, within every Indian household, a delicious rivalry has existed,

One side of the family craves something soft, light, and gentle…
The other craves the thrill of something spicy, bold, and crispy.

To satisfy the first, idly was born, something pure, fluffy, and serene as a morning cloud.
To please the second dosa emerged, something golden, crackling, and fierce.

So, the next time you stand at the breakfast table, faced with this choice,
Ask yourself,
Which side of the legacy will you uphold?

To help you choose wisely I present a poem, anytime you want to decide which team you want to play for, remember this poem.

“In a steamy kitchen where the sambar flows,
Two rivals rise as the breakfast bell goes.
Soft Idli says, I’m gentle & light,
Soaked in chutney, I’m a cloud of delight!

Dosa flips in with a crispy swirl,
Golden and bold like a Swiss twirl.
Look at me, I’m masala in the middle,
I sizzle, I crackle, I never belittle!

Idli smirks, I’m steamed, not fried,
Healthy and humble, with no oily pride.
Steamed in Davangere with heritage deep ,

I blend with podi and ghee in a bond we keep.

Dosa grins, Ayo! Don’t brag too much,
Without my crunch, life’s dull to the touch.
I roll like thunder, crisp and grand,
Ask any Ajji, I rule the land!

Then came chutney, white and cool,
Said, Stop fighting, don’t be a fool!
You’re both mane oota, pure and divine,
In every Kannadiga heart, you both shine.

Dosa and idli we shall heil,
From Mysore to Mangalore, you make us smile.
Why argue who’s better, when both are bliss
Idli’s a hug, and Dosa’s a kiss!”