Fuss at the Mess!
The laments, curses, cries and complaints about the hostel-food continue for the 30th consecutive day. By the way, it's hard to believe that one month has flown past.
While the quality of the food remains more or less the same, the complaints get sickening with each passing day! I remain mute throughout these conversations and silently wish to transport all you fuss sports to some place where the access to the 'food of your choice' is denied by all means. I would like to know what exactly would please you and who had been feeding you all these years.
I'm afraid you are in for huge disappointments in life, if you continue having such great expectations .
It's surprising to find you crib about yesterday's curry, today's beetroot and tomorrow's dosas!
Girls, engage yourselves in something worth discussing and stop the silly chat. It's plain disgust to see your face turn nauseous at the sight of the food, than find an insect in my curry.
Go to a tourist home if you expect great food ( I don't think you will be satisfied there either!) or move in to a house and feed yourself.
I have stayed at innumerable hostels, I am a foodie, and I am reasonably good at distinguishing good meals from bad. Good meals include clean, simple and quite healthy food. Let me tell you that the food is tolerable, and it's the fuss you create that's not.
I don't want to preach or advice you or persuade you into a diet of 'not so tasty foods'. I would just like to tell you that being fussy at the table is so uncool!
From my observation I realise that most of you hate almost all the veggies, hate tea if it's not milky and hot enough, hate idlies and dosas (unless the dosas are crisp and paper thin) and almost every other curry that is being served here.
Will you be happy with daal and roti then?
I am sure you would be great cooks, taking into account your expertise in gourmet analysis. Let me tell you, don't be great chefs to your kids lest they continue the legacy of entering the mess hall with disgust ridden faces, and chant the intolerable "Today's b'fast sucks!" "I hate Sambar" " Oh! Beetroot again..yuckky!" "I can't tolerate the spice" "why the hell can't they put some salt in it?"
I would like to pay a visit to your homes just to taste the exquisite cuisine that you feed on..
While the quality of the food remains more or less the same, the complaints get sickening with each passing day! I remain mute throughout these conversations and silently wish to transport all you fuss sports to some place where the access to the 'food of your choice' is denied by all means. I would like to know what exactly would please you and who had been feeding you all these years.
I'm afraid you are in for huge disappointments in life, if you continue having such great expectations .
It's surprising to find you crib about yesterday's curry, today's beetroot and tomorrow's dosas!
Girls, engage yourselves in something worth discussing and stop the silly chat. It's plain disgust to see your face turn nauseous at the sight of the food, than find an insect in my curry.
Go to a tourist home if you expect great food ( I don't think you will be satisfied there either!) or move in to a house and feed yourself.
I have stayed at innumerable hostels, I am a foodie, and I am reasonably good at distinguishing good meals from bad. Good meals include clean, simple and quite healthy food. Let me tell you that the food is tolerable, and it's the fuss you create that's not.
I don't want to preach or advice you or persuade you into a diet of 'not so tasty foods'. I would just like to tell you that being fussy at the table is so uncool!
From my observation I realise that most of you hate almost all the veggies, hate tea if it's not milky and hot enough, hate idlies and dosas (unless the dosas are crisp and paper thin) and almost every other curry that is being served here.
Will you be happy with daal and roti then?
I am sure you would be great cooks, taking into account your expertise in gourmet analysis. Let me tell you, don't be great chefs to your kids lest they continue the legacy of entering the mess hall with disgust ridden faces, and chant the intolerable "Today's b'fast sucks!" "I hate Sambar" " Oh! Beetroot again..yuckky!" "I can't tolerate the spice" "why the hell can't they put some salt in it?"
I would like to pay a visit to your homes just to taste the exquisite cuisine that you feed on..
Comments
Post a Comment