Lunch Ki Kahani

I heard someone say ....it’s the third time that you got that same sabzi this week.’ It’s good, I love gattey ki sabzi... and we are having a Rajasthani food festival at home', I say as I dig into a dabba filled with baingan ka bharta of a panju colleague.... I have already picked up a piece of fish from my Boss's dabba and praised Bhabhi ji's cooking twice and some tamarind rice from a mallu friend to go along with my rotiz.

I wonder how this mallu friend managed to finish her lunch before I joined this office and helped her do so.

But the Panju girl is smart....'sabzi is good, soopriti ko bolna recipe bhejey.

'Oh its simple.....I say try making a dhokla’

....and when you fail....cut the mazboot besan ka cake into smaller cubes and prepare the sabzi.....Wify has tried making it (the dhokla not the sabzi) thrice this week.

You see I have been a victim of Gujju food not Rajasthani...I correct myself.

There is laughter in the room, but the women soon come in support of their fellow being.....I realise that the fight is really on, when the mallu girl picks on the Bhatoora that I had eyed....I realize that she suddenly seems to have an improved appetite, grabbing stuff that would have otherwise reached me.

So off goes my chance of grabbing on some chola bhatoora....but the guys liked the joke....

finally, ....the fatherly figure of our office intervenes.....Suresh ji, as we call him, says....next time we meet soopriti, we will tell her what you say about her cooking.

I ignore the warning, grabbing the karela that was left in one of the dabbas on the table.