It's not all that bad!

If to compliment is divine, to crib is  human! And crib, we can! Or is it only we, Indians who do it? The other day, I happened to share my dinner with a very pretty Swedish lady (I really love talking about her!:P) and she said, all they ate back home was potatoes and meat!! Only boiled potatoes and meat?? Terrible, I say.

In fact, so many of our dinner conversations seems to  start and end with cribbing. But that apart, there are so many kinds of people when it comes to food. The first breed, is of the Shashanka ilk! He believes that canteen food is evil,pure evil. Tell me,  have you ever seen him eating  in the canteen for 3 consecutive days? Pretty sure,you can't. Thats a different story that he can be officially credited for creating the “White Revolution” in our college. I genuinely think he has a credit account with Cafe Corner where he seems to reside when in the hostel!

The second is the asshole type! They really dont have an opinion of their own. When they sit with a dal eating fellow, they will outrage against the poor quality of dal without eating it ofcourse and rave about how dal is prepared in their village. Yeah, village! Oh, I forgot, there is a certain variant of this population for whom the views are shaped so that they mirror that of their favourite gals! Well, anyway, once an asshole, always one.

Then there is the so called “rational” fellow. In chaste English, he begins, “Dude, why do you think we need 2 sabjis!I mean why can't we just have one sabji and get fruits or so. You see it's more healthier.”. Please, don't ask me where he ate yesterday evening. Of course, am going to tell you. Hogs at Subway and talks about health in the canteen. Ok, now I need some protection since this guy stays only a couple of doors away.Anyways, boss you should have gone to the food committee meetings, no?:P

The fifth type! Their views have are private only to  their friends. Occasionally, they might like what others post on FB. But their mouths open only to eat and not to talk! Yet, they always want Vamsi to take on others. And papa, Vamsi. Anybody uses an app to find out who is his enemy and his name pops out first.

And the last is probably, the worst. It's me. He knows no taste, no likes. All he needs is curd. And since, I have no regrets with the current food, I can continue to afford writing!