I have a thing for food. Its the only thing that wont leave me irrespective of how I look like (apart from my wife). It so happened that the day India won its 2nd test against New Zealand (they're like a Ranji Team with white men in it along with the mandatory gujju) in bangalore (its not bengaluru to me so buzz off).
So here I was eating my samosa and watching the match draw to its natural conclusion much like the salted green chillis on my plate when the Big boss comes around. I was afraid he would ask for one piece of samosa from me. I would've refused of course (its worth more than my salary hike). However, he started talking about cricket & MSD & Ashwin and how north discriminates against south players etc etc. All I wanted to do was eat my samosa. But snack and a show was a bonus I suppose.
This samosa I tell you is one huge criminal waste of money. But it tastes awesome. When I was munching through my second samosa that Dhoni fellow hit a six. Now boss asks a koschen means you have to answer no? whether you know the answer or not? Thats how it has worked since I started learning geography. Africa means elephants where females also have tusks etc etc.
This samosa was different. It was different in the way a hooker you love tells you you're special to her. It lasts for a moment but that moment you feel like the king of the world. The hooker has succeeded. The samosa also succeeded. The rain didn't help matters either. I mean how could it rain and you not have samosa? It's almost criminal. more criminal than kasab getting biriyani! So I decided to be a better citizen than that fellow at least and reduce my criminality by consuming one samosa first and the second one just to be safe. After that I drank water from the cannister (funnily supplied by Bisileri). In the end, the samosa was the hero, boss was the music in the background, match was the item song and the friend who had invited me for the samosa in the first place became the kaamedy piece. Cricket indeed is the real winner.
So here I was eating my samosa and watching the match draw to its natural conclusion much like the salted green chillis on my plate when the Big boss comes around. I was afraid he would ask for one piece of samosa from me. I would've refused of course (its worth more than my salary hike). However, he started talking about cricket & MSD & Ashwin and how north discriminates against south players etc etc. All I wanted to do was eat my samosa. But snack and a show was a bonus I suppose.
This samosa I tell you is one huge criminal waste of money. But it tastes awesome. When I was munching through my second samosa that Dhoni fellow hit a six. Now boss asks a koschen means you have to answer no? whether you know the answer or not? Thats how it has worked since I started learning geography. Africa means elephants where females also have tusks etc etc.
This samosa was different. It was different in the way a hooker you love tells you you're special to her. It lasts for a moment but that moment you feel like the king of the world. The hooker has succeeded. The samosa also succeeded. The rain didn't help matters either. I mean how could it rain and you not have samosa? It's almost criminal. more criminal than kasab getting biriyani! So I decided to be a better citizen than that fellow at least and reduce my criminality by consuming one samosa first and the second one just to be safe. After that I drank water from the cannister (funnily supplied by Bisileri). In the end, the samosa was the hero, boss was the music in the background, match was the item song and the friend who had invited me for the samosa in the first place became the kaamedy piece. Cricket indeed is the real winner.
