A snack AFFAIR
Of late, do you think it has been too much of food ( PANCAKES, SMOOTHIES & A CONTENT SELF,'OUR' CHOCOLATE CAKE )? It is
something every human being on earth can relate to. The food on the table
represents the hard work and fulfillment of yourself and a good number of souls
whom we do not even know. In the movie, Thondimuthalum
Drisakshiyum, the character of the thief played by Fahad Fazil, says that
it is hunger that has made him do what he did. He even warns the officer when
he passes a comment on the judge’s son, who was having a sumptuous breakfast in
front of them. He says, at this age kids tend to be hungry.
‘Globalisation and liberalisation are the sole reasons for this
incident.’ I am not a politician who shrinks the actual issues to just lexicons
of concepts. But the story towards it climax would seem to be slightly
embracing at least one of these is purely coincidental. The story shall speak
for itself.
We have someone to help us in the household works coming twice a
week. We call her Chechi. Other days
she goes to another house near by, to offer her helping hands. Chechi is a
person with a good sense of wit, she laughs and makes others laugh too. It is
unusual of her to cry over her problems. If she has to convey something, then
it is peppered with a good amount of humor that will make you laugh. So she contributed
this story from the other place of her work, supposedly a tragic one. Since she
was the narrator, we expected the scope for humor.
The previous day, the lady was preparing to receive her husband and
the children, their father, who was away at work coming home for his vacation.
Happiness afloat in the house, our Chechi
also put her effort to prepare lunch that would welcome him. He arrived by
noon with gifts and eatables for his kids whom he had been seeing after a long
time. That’s quite natural, we thought. But in the cardboard box that he handed
over to his daughter, which was opened immediately reminded me of the earlier
mentioned theories. It was a smell, which she had never smelt before, new to
all of them. She named it as a "new-gem" snack. She thought she would also get to taste the piece of the never experienced,
and exited the scene.
Since globalisation, has not fully laid hands in our small town, the
international taste was unfamiliar to her and remained so. With the detailing
she gave us (the shape; circle and triangle slices, the blue and white box) we
confirmed that what he got home was pizza. She didn’t stop with that, she said “oh
that’s fine I do not have any hard feelings, she didn’t leave a slice for her
brother either. So there can’t be a chance for me to expect a piece right?” She
laughed and made us too, to think light and right.
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