One of the fringe benefits of working where I do is that we get Maggi noodles in the canteen. So for those who don’t have the time (or storage capacity) for a full meal, its an excellent option. And it makes an excellent evening snack, for those working late (by regular people standards). Me? Well, I just enjoy the fact that I have the option to eat lazy.
To elaborate, I love Maggi for these reasons:
1. It tastes good.
2. It requires a minimum of ingredients.
3. It does not require a working knowledge of names of various spices, condiments and masalas to make.
4. It tastes good.
5. It quick to make and quick to eat.
So, I get to ask someone else to make a what is essentially a lazy man’s dish for me? Epic win. As a result, I’ve been consuming a lot of the awesome noodley goodness lately. But there is a problem.
The problem is that between having to serve ‘executive meals’ (will someone please explain that usage to me?) and make sandwiches for the other hungry hordes, the canteen boys find it hard to squeeze time into their schedule for taking the noodles out of the packet, putting it in a bowl, emptying the masala sachet, pouring water into the bowl and setting the darn thing in the microwave. To solve this problem, I’ve started eating at non-standard timings, quickly earning quizzical stares, and the title of ‘the weirdo who eats noodles at noon’. But its worth it as long as I get my Maggi, right?
Yeah, that doesn’t always work either.
Once, starving and with twenty minutes to go for a training session, I hurried into the canteen and made my order. The fellow in the canteen claims it takes them seven minutes to cook it, so I sat down to wait. Apparently, they were in the middle of a round of cleaning, so it took about seven minutes for the fellow to get around to opening the packet. Then he want off somewhere else and I had to go find him. It was about five minutes till session time, when finally the thing was put in the microwave.
I had to make it to this session on time, but I could not ignore the pleas of my grumbling stomach. So I went up to the guy, a mix of hunger and frustration, ready to hit him if he so gave me the wrong answer. The conversation went:
Jaskon: Arre bhai, where is the Maggi? Meeting ke liye late ho raha hoon.
Canteen Boy: Almost ready hai, sir. Please sit. Main aapko bulata hoon.
[Wrong answer. Time to unload on this poor cretin]
Jaskon: WTF? I’ve been waiting 20 minutes for a plate of 2-minute Maggi. What kind of-
Canteen Boy: Sir, woh to sirf advertisement mein hai. Asli mein yeh ‘2 more minute’ Maggi hai.
Jaskon: ?? LOL !!
His quick wit saved him from being beaned with a tray of grated vegetables. I got my precious Maggi in the promised two minutes. And the training session started ten minutes late. Everyone happy.
No, wait, I’m not happy. I’m hungry again. Gaah!
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