My stomach churns. Literally. Any appetite that I might have built up or naturally occurring would shrink immediately. I have, unfortunately, reached this stage when it comes to lunch in office. I turn to Buddhism - have food to sustain the soul. Barely.
Well its not that bad.At least thats what I get told. I am offered perspectives. Think of all the hungry people in the world, who donot receive not a grain not a drop of water. And here you are bestowed with..with this. So stop cribbing and stop eating from my Lunch Box.
So I think I will try hard to describe my food with the suggested perspective - whats usually for lunch? Two pieces of lovely Indian Flat Bread prepared with a checkered baking technique, a healthy vegetable salad at suspicious levels of freshness, peas (usually) floating in a lissome gravy not to be confused with motor oil, fried and spiced vegetables in a slime gravy, white rice of a mysterious chalky variety with a distinctive unsettling character once ingested, more rice of same variety but rendered with tomato or soya infusing some character, a wonderful thin dal of such make and consistency only rivaled by dals in government hospitals, curd(yoghurt) diluted and re-diluted to ensure homoepathic consistency, salt water forgivably called 'rasam' and finally the actual and honest highpoint - fries which gets ruthlessly flicked off my plate by others deficient of food. The dessert is ok, strictly.
But there are alternatives. I can have some very boring sandwiches, fruits and some sprout salads.But there is a saving grace- a Manhattan Sandwich - entirely unrelated to the original Manhattan Sandwich. This double layered spicy mayo and vegie sandwich saves the day many a times. People visiting the Indian office from overseas, resort to this tried and tasted culinary marvel. But its not lunch.
So I had the best thing on offer today, a glass of sweet lime juice and some perspective. Those poor starving kids in other offices...
Well its not that bad.At least thats what I get told. I am offered perspectives. Think of all the hungry people in the world, who donot receive not a grain not a drop of water. And here you are bestowed with..with this. So stop cribbing and stop eating from my Lunch Box.
So I think I will try hard to describe my food with the suggested perspective - whats usually for lunch? Two pieces of lovely Indian Flat Bread prepared with a checkered baking technique, a healthy vegetable salad at suspicious levels of freshness, peas (usually) floating in a lissome gravy not to be confused with motor oil, fried and spiced vegetables in a slime gravy, white rice of a mysterious chalky variety with a distinctive unsettling character once ingested, more rice of same variety but rendered with tomato or soya infusing some character, a wonderful thin dal of such make and consistency only rivaled by dals in government hospitals, curd(yoghurt) diluted and re-diluted to ensure homoepathic consistency, salt water forgivably called 'rasam' and finally the actual and honest highpoint - fries which gets ruthlessly flicked off my plate by others deficient of food. The dessert is ok, strictly.
But there are alternatives. I can have some very boring sandwiches, fruits and some sprout salads.But there is a saving grace- a Manhattan Sandwich - entirely unrelated to the original Manhattan Sandwich. This double layered spicy mayo and vegie sandwich saves the day many a times. People visiting the Indian office from overseas, resort to this tried and tasted culinary marvel. But its not lunch.
So I had the best thing on offer today, a glass of sweet lime juice and some perspective. Those poor starving kids in other offices...
2 comments:
Well described. I see a bit of masterchef influence...
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