This Saturday I went off to meet one of my old friend from school at ‘The Forum’ Bangalore. Since my wife is not around for the weekend I thought of getting in touch with my old friends, renew friendship, talk about ol’ times and have fun.
The meet was pretty good at the crowded mall, that we ended up taking the Capuchino from Coffee day to the top floor. We relaxed on the steps near PVR (if you have been to forum you would know exactly where). We talked, cracked some jokes and began talking about ol times.
Time flew and it was raining heavily outside. Thinking about how to get home as I had taken ma bike, we thought of killing some time at Star Bazaar, so that I could buy something for dinner.
The smell from the tandoori counter made ma body tick, my legs click and the hands clap. For the people around might have wondered that I am seeing food for the first time. Well I was hungry, my wife is not at home and my cooking sucks. What would a hungry man do? Buy the chicken!
I bought a half tandoori chicken, wrapped in aluminum foil, and the Star Bazaar cover.
We walked out only to find that its still raining.
“Man you would get drenched.” My friend suggested.
“I wont care, but I want to save my chicken” I said.
“Oh. Guess you should wait a while longer” he said.
“No, the Chicken is calling”
With quick bye-bye’s I was off. I thought about Nikhil’s irritation of getting drenched in the rain. But all I wanted was to save the chicken. Bangalore traffic is bad, its worse when it rains. After 30 minutes of rain, water splashing, 4 signals, 20 auto rickshaws cutting me off, me swearing at each one of them, 3 BMTC buses blocking my way …finally I reached home. Wait a min I made all that up, all I could think of was to save the chicken from the notorious rain.
My phone was working all right, I put on some dry clothes. The phone rang, there was one unread message. It was from my friend.. thinking about his concern and how he valued our friendship I was happy.
I opened the message. It read .
Is the Chicken Safe?