Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Human Crocodiles found in NM food court Ernakulam
I got an invitation from Biga for a dinner at NM food court Ernakulam. I asked him the reason but he did not tell me. After many interrogations he finally split the secret that it was for his birthday. This was like inviting the hungry human crocodiles for a feast.
I was at room watching a movie and the phone rang “tring tring” displaying the name Biga. I answered the call and he said I should be present at the hotel in 30 minutes. I took the jacket, stared at it for few seconds and finally decided to wear my red T-shirt.
Some of my friends gave parties for their birthday to make it memorable. Soon it becomes a custom that each one should celebrate his birthday, spending the grand 500 and 1000 rupee notes in their wallet. To some of us it is a get-together that we don’t have anyhow, but for others it is a chance to save the money spent on their dinner and lunch. To a waiter or a hotel owner, it is their test for tolerance and patience.
We reached the hotel and Biga called the waiter, close enough to hear him and decode his messages. Biga asked “what is the special for today”? The waiter replied to the question saying Alleppy pronze, varatharacha chicken, mutton ulathityathu, paneer sticks, chicken roast, kalumekkaya. He spoke in the same way children used to say the mug-up poems in schools, faster and sharp enough to understand. Biga said to bring 1 from each special dish.
The waiter, my friends and I were captured in the same gesture, mouth opened, astonished, like watching dreams. The waiter asked again and biga had the same request. Walking three steps and the waiter returned saying they have a new dish that they plan to launch today, “the chicken alaique” and will we prefer to try that too. Biga nodded his head and the waiter walked smoothly, with his legs stick to the ground to make him retain his balance.
We ordered and started eating, soon the waiter came with a dish with chicken and some leaves and fried potatoes surrounding it. He called it chicken alaique. It was stuffed with paneer inside chicken. We made all the empty space in the stomach fill with the maximum we could intake leaving nothing for water passage.
It was about to stop and soon Jk ordered a chicken tandoor. This was the end to my patience as I had enough and my stomach was full. I regained my complete power, folded my fingers making a perfect weapon for power punch and said “Jk, get ready for another round of competition”. Soon we broke the legs and meat from the stomach of the chicken and left noting within the plate.
It was hard to move around, even standing straight, walking a meter distance appeared like running marathon. It was a stomach filling grand party, not necessary though enjoyable.
I read an article by one of the blog writers about the life of the children living in slums and their desire for good food. It makes me realize I am part of an economy that has money to spend, eat unstopped and waste a lot. Are parties really necessary? Do you need to give parties? Everyone has different answers against and for the topic to make it a perfect debate, with some being neutral as they think; thinking is a sin.
I would go against the topic and would insist on making the celebrations and expenditure to minimum, making use of the data when needed and supporting the ones, who need the needed. I am also part of the high class society that shows gratitude, affection and charity for popularity and status increments. I can write 10, 20, 30 blog topics on charity and usage but, will I try to implement my writings, giving them the life they need beyond words and their meaning. God knows what the day after tomorrow will be.
I would suggest to spend reasonably, and help others.