What food does to me?
So the other day I was attending a competition which I had looked forward to since long. I had cleared the initial prelims after a full day’s struggle which brought me here, to this auditorium, in anticipation of winning and taking away the cash prize. The day consisted of three rounds. First round went well, it was a group discussion. I simply rocked it. The second round was a group presentation which we as a group excelled in. The day was boring, I had expected much more interesting and stimulating rounds but then came the third round. The organizers would argue that it was a fair round but they also know, deep down, that auction bidding was a luck based round. Nevertheless, the round started and there were 69 states to be auctioned off and the heat soon turned up along with the prices. It ultimately came down to the last city. I had $9700 remaining in my kitty and my sole competitor for this last city had $9500 in her kitty (I had been keeping track). The bidding started at $ 5000 and escalated in +$200. The bid came to $9600. My placard was still up and so was my competitor’s who unfortunately didn’t have that money. Still he raised it. The bid came to $9800. We both put our placards down. Now the rule was that in such a case where all the bidders put their placards down, the person according to the auctioneer who put his placard down at last was allotted the city. Unfortunately, it was me this time and as I overshot my budget, I was disqualified. All my efforts went in vain. Even the guy didn’t go ahead as cash had no value points. He wasn’t even aware that he caused my disqualification. Hate to say this, but he was dumb. Just because of his stupidity, a split second stupidity, I lost it. I could’ve won it, I had the potential. A tide swept over me, I was sad and then an unknown anger took over me. I tried to control it. I tore away the folder, crushed the badge and kicked it repeatedly, punched my friend twice in the shoulder (Mind you I am a big man and a single punch of mine is enough to knock anyone down), sweared the guy openly in front of others and the organizing committee. The friends came along, calmed me down but I was still angry. It was a long day and everyone was hungry. So we all decided to go to a local famous food joint. Now friends will not stop pulling your leg and this case was no different. I became their joker for the day. Giggling, laughing, and teasing. We ordered food and the first thing to arrive was cheese nachos. Oh GOD save me, I gorged on them, literally gorged on them. They were lip smacking. Then came along the juicy Lebanese burger, the kit kat shake and the pasta. My oh my, I was happy beyond measure. I don’t know where the anger went, I was the happiest man ever, relishing every bite of the food. It just amazes me what magic food has on me, It’s a drug to me, overpowers me, it’s more of an emotion to me. “I’m feeling foody today”. It literally made my day, happiness all round, everything seemed perfect, no anger, no remorse. To top it all, I don’t know how my friends divided the bill but I just had to pay Rs 150..!!! There is only one thing better than food- Free Food or cheap, delicious food. My oh my, I wonder if I could get slim some day or love a girl more than I love food and it’s a serious thought. Happy eating to all.
People say, “We should eat to live and not live to eat”. Dafaq we should live to eat. Personally speaking, food has always been my first love and it will always be. It has been eternal. People get into relationships, the love, they fight, they quarrel, they separate, they end up heartbroken /lost and what not. The relation with food is so simple- It is eternal, it has such variety, you can be into multiple relations, it satisfies you every time you have it, it doesn’t bicker, it doesn’t complain.
Food DISCLAIMER: This article doesn’t promote binging or not exercising in any way.
