The day i went cooking

What i am going to describe now is one my blackest day in short span of life...the day i went cooking....Of course i was and am still the hero of that story, so guys dont expect to get the unabridged version of the story...

The day was pretty much the same as any other normal day, or was till the moment devil occupied my brain and commanded me to cook. An idle mind is devil's workshop and that was just the case that day. And i realise now,today that the devil who came into me on that particular day was the best of his kind....It is said that the devil needs the help of the person himself to provide the point of vulnerability,where he can be attacked. And that my dear friends is very true to the core... Coming back to that day, it was around evening and i was back from school extremely tired(was palying cricket :-) ). I was sitting on my sofa happily watching Tom and Jerry cartoon...guys dont be surprised, that was my own way of wasting time.... well Tom was at his best,gaily chasing Jerry all around the globe... suddenly Jerry jumped into the soup........


SOUP,i thought and the devil jumped into me...the devil whom i so vividly potrayed just a bit before...Readers, please note that from here on i aint responsible for the actions that i perform.The devil in me is the culprit to be blamed(at this moment i actually thank the devil for clearing of my name).... well where was i ??? ah yes, Soup i thought... well i sat thinking about the last time i had soup...that was a pleasant memory coz i had it at a chinese restaurant.Chineese are very good in soup making. Well that thought was sponsored by the devil.And off i went to buy chineese soup from a nearby shop.The shopkeeper gleefully gave me a packet of the soup and smiled helpfully, a smile that made him look like will smith... i bounced bask homeward, smelling the packet as if the polythene packet would smell soup.


Once at home,the devil,his powers increased on the home ground, took total control of me... i placed the water for the soup on the stove and then cut open the packet of the soup pushing the contents of the pack into the water in a rush... Then suddenly i felt nauseating and was knocked out for a minute... I felt as if i was in a dream and the shopkeepers smile haunted me during that one minute which seemed to me a year .... when i came to, i found that the packet was way beyond expiry... The age old pressurized preservatives had done their job.....Now it dawned to me, the shopkeepers smile, man ! i must have been first soup cutomer in the last two years....

Raging with fury i was on my way to the shopkeepers, walking at an awkward pace, suddenly i remembered.... gosh the stove !!!! i braked hard, turned back and ran.... ran like i never did before...like i never imagined i would be capable of .... i reached home gasping for breath and thoroughly exhausted. I am a person with an athletic build, but i thought i lost around 5 kg in that run... i blitzed into the kitchen and stared at the stove expecting another faint due to mercaptons( the stuff which gives smell to Lpg)... To my dismay, i hadnt even turned the gas on !!!! what a wasted effort on running.... i sat down exhausted, the running had taken the juice outta me....


The devil must have had enough of me coz suddenly my mind became rational again and i switched on the tv.... there again was Tom blisfully chasing Jerry despite getting smashed right in the face... well that is life i thought, get up and get going ...... walk over the troubles....well it is when i talk philosophy that i am normal,and i was normal by the time i was immersed into Tom & Jerry... well, that was the day i went cooking, only that i quit even before i started.....................