Amidst lockdown due to COVID pandemic, my maid preferred staying at her home rather than assisting me to fill my tummy. After many failed attempts at getting the vegetables delivered from the Big basket and Jio mart, I ended up shouting at my fridge for not having things which I never bought, ofcourse unreasonably, "What I was thinking while buying you, Mr. 350 L?". Hopelessly, I made my tryst with my kitchen. As soon as I stepped in, I heard a voice coming from the lower stand of my kitchen cabinet. I got scared with a humming of the song "Kiska h ye tumko intezaar, Mein hoon na". Somehow, I was able to trace the voice in a round shaped medium sized Indian potato.
Ignoring his song and tagging it "useless", I started looking at various empty packets of biscuits/snacks in the kitchen. And, then started the surprising monologue by my hero counting my favourite dishes,
"Tum mujhe yu bhula na paaoge….
I sacrifice myself for your morning breakfast sandwich, aloo ka paratha. I am such a social person in your entire kitchen, that I go well with anyone and everyone, Aloo palak, Aloo Gobhi, Aloo bhindi, Mix veg, Aloo tamatar, Aloo Chole, Aloo Rajma, Dam aloo, Namkeen Rice. I can manage even with jeera alone (Jeera Aloo) !!Just Jeera ! Can you think of anything else which goes with Jeera? except obviously Jeera rice (:P) and oil! ? But to be precise Jeera is merely used for tampering (chonk/tadka) with oil. I don’t even leave you during your snacks time, honey chilli potato, aloo chips, Aloo tikki, Gol gappe, Tikki chaat. Although you don’t appreciate me, but I don’t leave you hungry even when you decide to keep fast for your future husband."
Standing convinced, I gave a roadies salute and boiled my hero to have my feast :D
Moral of the story: Let's identify the "aloos' in our life and might as well bring them a floor up in relationship cabinet of our lives.
PS. Written for Indispire Edition 373: Potato and you. Write an essay. As many words as you please. The genre you choose. Potato must be the hero. #Potato
