Sunday Mornings.

Everyone loves the weekend. And in the Indian Scenario, where the weekend means saturday and sunday, everyone loves their sundays. [Egyptian residents would relate better to friday or saturday.]

A day full of nothing-ness, special meals through the day, a lovely long head bath, a casual car wash with dad,  drive to a nearby mall, fooling around with colony friends in the park and best of all - The 10am wake up call!

Of course life in hostel changed many of the usual routines but one still enjoys it. We are pleasently woken up by the auroma of freshly made dosas and coffee. Naturally, because this being hostel food it isn't as exquisite as a 5 star hotel or as filled-with-love as a mom-made-dosa or as oil-filled and unhygienic yet undoubtly tasty as the road side dhaba's! Putting all the criticisim aside, I honestly have to say, our hostel makes some amazing masala dosas! It has become the sole reason as to why I distrupt my week-long-awaited 10am wake up call!

Strangely, this isn't what this post is about. Sure the dosa is superb and sure we have to wait in a long line just to get one and later get rudely refused a second helping but there are rules. Queue Rules. Simple and straight forward.
1. One must stand in their acquired position - depending upon when they arrive at the dinning hall.
2. One does not deviate from their position. Exiting the line to book a seat or to get a cup of coffee is permitted.
3. One takes whichever dosa they receive.
4. One does not ask or attack for a second one.

Of course each rule as its loop hole - people cut lines and join ahead in the pretext of talking to their 'friends', ask- rather order- for a different dosa every now and then and I discovered a simple loop hole to get a second one! - making sure I'm just to everyone in the line, I never take a second masala dosa made for everyone, I secretly and politely ask for a plain one! It is a different thing that I get an upper hand in the whole issue just because I've befriended the food givers but I suppose it helps. Helps a lot!

So, today morning the usual routine commenced and I finally reached the head of the line (ok was one behind the head but hey! I would get my dosa in just a few more minutes of gruesome waiting!) when these two juniors came up, paying no heed to the snake-like line produced, with a plate and bowl and ordered one of the food-handlers (the sweetest one incidentally) to give them the dosa with a stern face and a rude tongue. One could've completely taken them to be those masked robbers taking hostage and stealing from a bank! They believed they could excuse themselves from the Queue Rules just because they had to visit the hospital. Knowing the food-giver, I was sure she would've happily given them their undeserving dosa provided there hadn't been that serpent getting longer and hungrier behind and if they had been polite -  neither of which had occured. When the dosa did arrive they practically attacked the large plate it was produced on. The head robber instructed her minion to fill the bowls with the sambar and chutney and left. I saw the sweet food giver get upset and walk away because she couldn't do or say anything.

I wish people would understand not everything can be taken by force or by ordering and that everything can be done through a calm sweet and polite manner...

Sad and pondering over the situation I sat down with my fresh dosa and coffee and got lost in the delicacy of the meal!

#Future Note: Today is Rath Yatra and hostel made food equivalent to a 3star hotel! Had a stomach full of jeera rice and dal tadka!