Wednesday, March 26, 2008

The 1/2 Plate Chicken Afghani!!!!!

Wondering if am writing the recipe for a dish, or for those who don’t know, what chicken afghani is…. Relax mate it’s not a code word for a terrorist group in Afghan and neither is it about some Afghan who chickened out (Now that’s what I have never in my life heard or seen happening though).

The idea or explanation, for why chicken afghani is simple, it’s just that somehow, in life, some or the other thing, rather anything, can be an inspiration to live, and for guys like me, sitting free things like these, can even, become a reason to write.

Chicken afghani is not about, the taste, aroma, good things in life, the Hunger, the greed, but for me, in this case it’s about, expecting the unexpected, surprises --- good and bad both, and in the end though, living it and laughing it out, and guess what sometimes events like these help u in bonding with a few ;).

There comes a time, in each of our lives, no matter how fast it is, how busy we r just trying to get that extra minute saved, Yeah I know, I know the feeling is great when we r into this fast lane life, it’s a different rush altogether, But; that’s not what m writing about, I am here, talking about the other part, when suddenly, for no specific reason, there comes a lull in your speeding and breathless lives, a very sudden stop, very momentarily though but it feels as if it is going to be endless, nothing to do, no where to go, no one to speak to, yes something like the movie Cast Away, but where will you get Chicken that too Afghani on a deserted island. So it’s not completely like that either.

Well one fine evening, someone, somewhere, all alone, gets to be the victim, of the sudden lull, but courageous though thinks of fighting it out, but; little did he/she know that the game has begun, and it’s him/her who has to be the evident victim in this game.

Life is mean at times and meaner is the process through which life becomes mean.

The easiest methods to fight boredom are to watch TV, Listen to music, Sleep, read books, internet (Cant put go out or drink to disaster cause in our case here it’s out of question) but in all these methods the irony is, you end up getting bored doing all this.

Hey but wait, by nature, most of us find our lost courage and wits at times like these…

So here we are after trying all the given options suddenly realize, that our odds to loose the battles are higher, But hey!!! Wait a min suddenly out of know where your inner voice SHOUTs at you with all its strength, and the voice says I NEED FOOD, and we as all in school, college, work, have come to a conclusion that End Result matters the most… So this poor soul thinking on the same line with all the strength, hope tries to plan out to make the evening great.

And to make the evening GR8 what better then some amazingly good food, the only hope to save grace oh sorry to end the day on the great note, to win over boredom, to aim for victory.

So here we are at this apartment where hope has lost all hopes of excitement, from where the stray dogs and moving traffic looks much happier, the preparation for the final countdown begins.

It all starts with pepping up your spirits and searching for the right menu card of the restaurant which gives you a free home delivery. Once the right combinations of the menu card are available, then comes the time to to stress on ur sensory nerves to remember and re-remember the taste of the long lost food.

But since it has to be Grand for just a lonely soul it should even look attractive.

So the one deciding to make a festival out of it starts checking the pictures of food and what more attractive then a chicken on a plate Garnished and Looking delicious, Temptations very important, Getting tempted very normal, Ordering Chicken Afghani, Very safe bet.

So the one in discussion Plays the final Cards, very safely and very systematically.

The Phone bell rings and the order is taken. ½ Plate Chicken Afghani. Now starts the wait, a long wait, thinking of all the pains gone through throughout the day, Thinking even more on which piece is going to be the first bite of victory, and it still takes time, it has to quality takes time, the Door Bell rings, the Carry bags in the HAND ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….

Next day morning you realize, it was destined to be the victim ….but in this case of your own desire….Ending up with a bad stomach is not what every would ask for.

P.S. please don’t blame the Chicken Afghani, After all, ordering a Mughalai recipe, from a Chinese restaurant, makes no sense to me …………………..

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