Sometime back, my wife had come across a photograph in The Hindu of grapes being harvested at the Grape Research Centre, Rajendranagar. We figured out that they had opened their gates for the general public for harvesting. Too good an opportunity to let it go. So all excited, we headed to the centre to try our luck at getting some sweet yummy grapes fresh from the farm.
On reaching, a big hoarding with the pictures of different varieties of grapes grown at the farm welcomed us. The girls were intrigued by the varied hues of the grapes - green, black, red, purple, dark blue. Our energies were upped with the enticing prospects.
We made our way to a small stall set up at the centre to facilitate the process. In response to all our enthusiastic queries, the person at the counter looked at us sympathetically and shared that the harvesting had begun more than a month ago. So, despite a bumper produce of 10,000 kgs, we may not be able to get even a kg of grapes from whatever was left at the vineyard.
The adults in us who need volumes for gratification were disheartened. Not the girls who were ready for action and fun. So there we were armed with two baskets, one for each of the girls to put their harvests and a knife.
The entire vineyard had overhead bird netting in place - to prevent the birds from feasting on the produce. The net had to be lifted to enter the vinery and this act made the girls feel as if we were entering a special secret zone. The girls were happy because they were able to touch and feel the plants, all by themselves. After running around a few columns, the girls finally chanced upon bunches of hanging grapes. Big, small, tiny, firm, soft, mushy, dried, green, black, purple, maroon - they described every fruit they picked. We helped them to figure out the difference between the raw and ripe ones and the care that they need to take whilst picking the ripe fruits.
Just as they were going about harvesting, the drip irrigation system was switched on to water the plants. Seemed to be everything that we could ask for - each of the picked fruits started to get washed and gobbled. And that is when they realised that grapes also have seeds. I mean until then, all the market bought ones that they had been introduced to were all of the seedless variety. B +ve asked if they should eat the seeds like those of the watermelon or spit them out like those of the custard apples. I asked her to give it a try and she started crunching and munching.
O +ve had not been fond of fruits, grapes in particular until then. But she couldn't resist the taste of her sweet labour. Unfortunately, all that she tasted was sour and had seeds much to her chagrin - good enough for her to conclude that grapes are not worthy of her appetite. B +ve with her fondness for sour had her tummy full. The icing on the cake for her was when whilst reading out the names of the grapes, she figured out a variety of grapes which actually shared her name. O +ve searched in vain but couldn't find her name etched on the sign poles.
In all our exploration, we managed to find only one variety of grapes that was sweet, the rest were sour to the core. But nothing deterred us, I mean the girls and they went on and on religiously walking through every column at the vineyard.
After a good two hours, we came out of the netted zone. Finally, all our efforts were weighed at 300 grams and priced at Rs. 30/-.
Had there been more grapes, would we have missed out on getting acquainted with the twists and bends of the grape vines, the smell of moistened earth, the number of nozzles between two sign poles, the textures and colours of the heart-shaped leaves, intricately created spider webs?
We set out on our grape adventure in search of sweet grapes. At the end of it, all I can say is our grapes were not sour.
