An average person thinks more about what to eat during the next meal time, than his work. Of course, he thinks more about everything other than work;), but thats not the point. So eating one of THE most important activities in our life, isn't it? After all, we spend more than 3 to 4 hrs a day at the dining table, especially when we are working on a 10:30 to 8:30 shift, which includes all 3 meal times. If you don't spend that much time, then you are working too hard. Not good for your health, go and eat!
For me, eating time is sacred. I love eating and I love eating out. "Out" includes anywhere but my office cafe.
So one sunny afternoon, my group of jobless colleagues (JCs) decided to go out to a seedy sweet shop cum restaurant called "laddoos", situated in an obscure road nearby. We reached there and already my tummy was making "hungry" noises. I ordered a paneer paratha. "Yummy" :)
I started eating. It was not bad. " Okay, We can come here again", mumbled one JC, with his mouth filled with raj kachori or something. I nodded. "Why not?"
The curd given with the paratha was almost over. Then, out of nowhere a foreign object peeked out of it. It was black, it was long and it reminded me of the dissection session in my biology lab in college, when my teacher held what seemed like the whisker of the cockroach and expressionlessly said, "Students, This is the appendage".
"Oh my gooooooooooooood!!!" It was horrible, I had already eaten so much, What could I do? Atleast if I was bulimic, I could puke out everything. I was visibly disgusted, but what could I do, other than to stop eating, which I obviously did! I shouted at the waiter, who continued the blame game, but still. It was over, the crap was already inside. My meal ruined, My mealtime gone!
I thought to myself, "I'll never eat out. From tomorrow, I'm getting lunch from home. Enough is enough!"
By that time, another JC, recovering from the shock which was not strong enough to make him stop eating his pav bhaji, said, "Oh god! Lets not eat here, come lets go to the restaurant opposite to this place, it looks cleaner"
I said, "Yeah, I heard they make good samosas"
That day I realised, I don't eat to live. I live to eat.