According to a survey made the bag packs of most of the Indians enrolled in foriegn Universities are stuffed with maggie noodles and mangoes..Ready to pay excess baggagge fees for them, students are willing to leave books and clothes behind..Other favourite includes Pickles, jaggery, bhujias and ghee..One creative soul insisted on carrying traditional broom..! Rightly so , what a broom can a vaccum cleaner cannot..Thus I conclude " Old habbits die hard"..
If u have ever lived a part of your life in hostel, then rewind back of those golden days..When I went to hostel my mother insisted on umpteen boxes of saccharine savories..On the days when the mess food was despicable which usually was a norm especially on wednesdays and fridays( ewww...a feel of retchness).:P, those were the delicacies that come to our rescue..
Always on my day of departure the house was engulfed in mist of emotions..Asthe packing starts , the mist thickens..!! Daddy in his somber mood find solace sitting infront of telivision ..The mother finds refuge in her kitchen..Dishing Delicacies for my mother is measure of her emotional connection..If truth be told, kitchen is not my place..:P I was incharge of packing all the food items and making space in my bags..
For young girls and boys novels, magazines, hard drives, laptops are like oxygen cylinders..Naturally space for all the food stuff is limited...But " MAA KI MAMTA" knows no limitation..Does it..??Both parties sticked to the stated poisitions and tension escalates..Suddenly the firm voice of dad breaks the impasse.."Take all that ur mother has packed..Throw it if you can't finish.."
Poor me shoves all the ghee dunked delectables made by the ladies of the house at the cost of my own favourite clothes and novels..:/ :/
Three days later I call my mom
me :" mom...hungry"
mom : "No food in the mess..??"
me : "yuck thas was horrible, " i can starve rather than that despicable food..
mom : "Finish all that I packed..???"
me: "yes"
mom : "dry fruits..??"
me :"yes"
mom: "In just 2 days..??" did u threw away the stuff I packed??
me: :friends finish everything
After the call, like any other mother she found her dinner insipid, only to be informed the next day that we raided the canteen for our aalo filled paranthas..
So dear mothers if ur child is ready to go abroad, where the chances of hogging aalo paranthas at midnight are puny, be ready to packet that make sense..;)
If u have ever lived a part of your life in hostel, then rewind back of those golden days..When I went to hostel my mother insisted on umpteen boxes of saccharine savories..On the days when the mess food was despicable which usually was a norm especially on wednesdays and fridays( ewww...a feel of retchness).:P, those were the delicacies that come to our rescue..
Always on my day of departure the house was engulfed in mist of emotions..Asthe packing starts , the mist thickens..!! Daddy in his somber mood find solace sitting infront of telivision ..The mother finds refuge in her kitchen..Dishing Delicacies for my mother is measure of her emotional connection..If truth be told, kitchen is not my place..:P I was incharge of packing all the food items and making space in my bags..
For young girls and boys novels, magazines, hard drives, laptops are like oxygen cylinders..Naturally space for all the food stuff is limited...But " MAA KI MAMTA" knows no limitation..Does it..??Both parties sticked to the stated poisitions and tension escalates..Suddenly the firm voice of dad breaks the impasse.."Take all that ur mother has packed..Throw it if you can't finish.."
Poor me shoves all the ghee dunked delectables made by the ladies of the house at the cost of my own favourite clothes and novels..:/ :/
Three days later I call my mom
me :" mom...hungry"
mom : "No food in the mess..??"
me : "yuck thas was horrible, " i can starve rather than that despicable food..
mom : "Finish all that I packed..???"
me: "yes"
mom : "dry fruits..??"
me :"yes"
mom: "In just 2 days..??" did u threw away the stuff I packed??
me: :friends finish everything
After the call, like any other mother she found her dinner insipid, only to be informed the next day that we raided the canteen for our aalo filled paranthas..
So dear mothers if ur child is ready to go abroad, where the chances of hogging aalo paranthas at midnight are puny, be ready to packet that make sense..;)
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