India, May 11 -- You don't go looking for it. It finds you - at a bend in the road, in the cold, just when you need it most. From Shivpuri to Landour, Maggi has been following Sujoy Dhar up every hill

I was standing at Shivpuri near Rishikesh, soaking wet, about to jump off a rock into the Ganga after a white water rafting run, when I truly understood what pahari Maggi was about.

Someone had set up a small stall by the riverbank on the rock - a gas cylinder, a battered pot, and a view of the river that no restaurant in any city could afford to put on its menu. The Maggi came in a steel bowl, slightly soupy the way hill Maggi always is, steam rising in the cold air. I ate it standing up, wet swimsuit, river water still dripping off my ch...