[14] Chicken - For the love(or hate) of it

Rewind six and a half years ago to land of the surds, Jalandhar, India, where there was a pampered, teetoteller, God fearing, tambram child whose among several virtues was also that he was as innocent as a dove set foot enthusiastically for the first time away from his home into the 'real world' to set himself up to become an engineer and explore what the world has to offer.

Cut to end of first semester. After attending the boring classes during the day, and into the hands of seniors who had the gift of testing the mental and physical limit and who cud put the crucifiers of Jesus to shame thru the nites for four months straight. Followed by supplimentary in computer programming course, a course in which students from deepest jungles of Bihar who hadnt seen a computer in their lives cleared. Add to it being shot down in his first proposal to a girl.

The boy lay in his room depressed as crap wondering if this was all there is to life. These are the times true friends come and show you the path. He too found a mentor in Kukkar. He advised him to dissolve everything in alcohol. After a bit of coaxing both of them were at the local dhaba. Soon there was two mugs of beer and chicken tikka in front of them. There was a bit of last minute resistance from the boy like that of a gharelu bharatiya naari in her suhaagraat. While the tape running in his head was of all the two generations of ancestors advising him on the brahminical duties, veganism etc. while Kukkar was still not out of fundas and some of them so compelling that his hand automatically lifted the leg piece and bit it. This guy could even sell ice to eskimos. It felt chewy to him at first, the juices from the marination started flowing as he kept chewing, the combination of the chicken and the marinate started mixing in his mouth in a tumultous manner, as if they were fighting, but still made for each other. This unparalled turbulance in his mouth obscured all his worries and anxieties and exalted him to instant nirvana. It was as if clouds had parted, angels singing and God in all her glory came to him and whispered in his ears that she still cares and was in a whole new world. He experienced bliss. Since then this became his addiction and this new bond helped him see the trying times at the insti with a smile on his face.

Forward four years to Nashik. He met a like minded soul in Khare with same love for chicken. He is also the king of Faltugiri and he has a philosophy that it was his mission to reduce the chicken population of the world. He was as ruthless as Steve Waugh's captaincy when chicken was in front of him and it was inspirational how he would make the authorities of Taj regret charging only Rs 500 for a all you can eat dinner. That was an inspirational scene. Thereafter, both of them ravished different varieties of chicken all over the town. It was an education staying with him and made him appreciate the naunces of loving chicken.

And now, this guy still marvels this little creation, which sacrifices itself as a felicity to humanity and is unconscionable in tasting all varieties of chicken delicacies available in the world.

Chicken dont die, they attain martyrdom.

PS:All Menaka Gandhi fans and vegan fanatics..Pl dont hate and stay away from the comments tab