Good morning….and then….. My dear it is already afternoon (I don’t remember who said that.) Oh my god! (With exaggerated exclamation)…My Passport application, my Driving license and all…oh no not again…another day is lost …Mummieeee (Seriously I wish she should not hear that)…….and life returns to ever lazy pace….
For all those uncounted missed classes…and many more so called important and actually important lost things. Who was responsible? Well it’s a difficult question to answer…reason no1 I don’t want to blame other people and reason no2. I don’t like to blame myself either. So finally I have to blame my favorite….Midnight Maggy. Oh those noodles drives me crazy every time served hot and crazier when I have to cook them.. Please imagine about the situation yourself (coz I am poor in writing screenplay ) Late Night…atmosphere.. (With periodical roaring of call center cabs) Background Music- ( You can imagine every genre of music here) Some 2-3 guys…discussing important issues like economics, politics, hollywood, bollywood (and sometimes kollywood ) cricket , Rock and Roll , Bangalore and of course with the centre of focus were the girls from our college and better girls from other college ( exam , courses and careers were excluded mandatorily, even though those were the nights before some big shot examinations). It forms a perfect niche of a talk show where each one among us used to be an expert in our own fields. (Guess my field of expertise…very good! you are right) And suddenly those prolonged discussion prompts some twists in our stomach… . No mom can come in the middle of the night to rescue our ever hungry bellies so Chief cook err…or Chief Chef Nishu gets ready with all his might and heads towards the kitchen ( which is absolutely in mess ).…for his notorious Experimental Cooking. Challenge one –who is going wash those dishes???? This immortal question get answered with arguments and blame games, finally we settle for a joint operation. Challenge two- Who is going to be the tester- Now here, no one is going to compromise and I had to take that role without any emergency and life saving faculties available at that great hour or midnight. Our experimental cooking generally came out with disasters for our collective appetite , but we were lucky once to come with a recipe of cooking maggy with onion tomato and chicken masala. (Yummiee…… ).Some times Bachcha ( or Shaitan Bachca alias Anshul ) proposed for getting a patient for that recipe.. He always made sensible proposals as far as business is concerned. But what business does a band of carefree (or careless) boys can do? And the answer is talking, talking and more talking . God knows from where we got those talketive women kind of spirits inside us With hot and sizzling Maggy smelling deliciously we used to rush for our balcony hoping for getting the glimpse of any hot shot babe even in the middle of night.(hope is a crazy thing) . Thanks to Mrinal and his volunteering for preparing tea without any argument. Mrinal you are great and I mean it …The Challenges for preparing tea is the same. You were kind enough to do it with absolutely no idea for whereabouts of the ingredients. Maggy Noodles- It takes just two minutes to cook them. Maggy Noodles- It takes another 2 hours to finish it with those sensible discussions about Feminism and Sensex. Well my dear readers by the time we used to finish those intertwined noodles and got exhausted with our never ending discussion…it used to be a beautiful early morning… Hope you got the answer. Those Midnight Maggies were the real culprit for another lost day of our life.
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