Chicken for Thought

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It’s been quite long that I’ve written anything, either here or anywhere else (Exception: Exams). Writer’s block could be frustrating; anyways, I’m not going to talk about my schizophrenic adventures with any imaginary eccentrics. I'll focus on essentials: the food & the leisure.

Chennai is hot like hell, and may be hell’s better (free beer and naked women!). I came from college balancing myself on road with a huge circuitry, and for good or bad … I didn’t come to hostels, I had come to a friend’s place, for he could correct the code in machine. He wasn’t home and since I had been given keys for such a situation, I entered in and started what a lazy man does best: waiting.

            Couple of minutes later I got a call from him, letting me know that I’ll be alone for the day. Somehow, I felt happy (?). After waiting a long time, around one and a half hours, I decided to move to the balcony (What a decision!). I had done quite a few things in this time:

·         Stared at the roof

·         Drank a lot of water

·         Tried sleeping

·         5 pushups, I got a cramp after that!

Anyways, what I saw from the balcony was somehow refreshing: a chicken shop, felt like I hadn’t had good chicken since ages. Desperation can make a man do outrageous things, sometimes heroic. I don’t know what occurred to me, and I don’t want to go into the explanations, but I went down and bought the chicken. I had no idea how much would be enough for me, so a random ½ KG was what I took, and it turned out to be quite a lot of chicken. I had never cooked before in my life, didn’t have any idea about chicken, and like 007 I ventured into something entirely unknown to me. Here is what I did:

·         Searched internet for a chicken dish.

·         In spite of available recipes of various continental and what not things, I narrowed it down to Pepper Chicken.

·         Started the fire, and started doing whatever was given in the webpage.

·         Got a little bruised by the hot vessel.           

·         Realized that I don’t have any pepper, ran down to market to get it. Came back and felt excited after a long time.

·         Followed the steps.

·         Left the whole thing for few minutes to … “come to its taste.”

·         Sorry for not telling the recipe and cooking steps etc. That’s weird for me.

And as I put it in my mouth, it was … to make you understand the exact delicacy of the moment I had, I’ll have to use the exact phrase that flowed out of my peppered mouth: Fuckinn awesome!

It was a great meal. It was after the sacrifice of a chicken that I was able to get a good sleep, write something good, and finish the project. Hail the chicken, I loved it.