After a long and tiring debugging job, it came to me that I have a blog and I need to update it. Tired and weary, I was thinking what I update it with. Here I am not getting time to even have lunch and blog…………sighhhhh!!!
So here I was already regretting my decision to blog continuously. No to be more precise, here I was on my way to have my breakfast delivered at home from a “MESS” regretting my proclamation to the world my decision to blog continuously. I mean a post every few days? Who am I kidding? I cannot come up with ideas worth putting up every few days. I am not that dedicated either, atleast I don’t feel like being most of the times. But then, an inner voice spoke and it spoke for good. It said “Cigarettes for the soul” is mainly for my soul first and then comes the world. So I reassured myself that I am doing everything for myself and my own peace, and on this high note I started with my breakfast.
On Tuesdays (such as today), this particular mess serves Gobi-Ka-Paratha. I began eating voraciously because I had not eaten anything in a long while and I was very hungry. It was into my 3rd helping that my mother’s face floated up in front of me. Now I was not high, mind you, and I don’t drink come now!!! So this really freaked me out. I have a presentation tomorrow and I had not slept or studied. I began thinking of wild excuses for my shabby (or “unholy” as she would have put it) state when she just cynically smiled at me and vanished.
The entire thing lasted for about less than a second and there I was mouth (filled with paratha Gobi-Ka) half open left staring at more paratha “Gobi-Ka”. The “Paratha” is the guilty party here, well Gobi-Ka-Paratha to be exact. It all came back to me in a flash. The meaning of this apparition or hallucination and especially that cynical smile became clearer.
Back home when Maasa was there I used to be too fussy when it came to food. I would tease her a lot with the food. Her favourite dish and therefore my least favourite (:P) was Gobi-Ka-Paratha. She use to prepare it beautifully (realising it now while eating this 4th bite of the same dish) and with ghee topping and it melts in your mouth. But I never used to like this particular dish as it had Gobi. She would cajole me into eating it or sometimes would prepare some other paratha especially for me while everyone else eats Gobi waala as they all loved it. A lot of times, when she would be really tired she used to curse me saying that one day or the other I will realise the value of her Gobi-Ka-Paratha which I did today, more than ever. My tongue is “dead” after almost 3 years of mess food and now I am yearning for home food (still, plain paratha preferably but fine Gobi waala will also do).
Now, all jokes and humour apart, please do not take this just at face value. I have learnt a great lesson through paratha here. The smaller things are missed the most and we do not realise the value of things until they are gone or unavailable. So next time we are about to criticise someone for something they have done putting in a great effort, please do think twice.
I know that I will because I have THE MESS to thank for!!!!