Maggi

Joblessness. Boredom. Hunger. Lack of creative ideas. Lack of events. The absolute non-happening-ness of my life. Some more boredom. All this has led me to think hard about a certain something that has saved S and me (especially S, the one with the limited culinary skills) from starving. Maggi. Yes folks, it’s the good ole maggi.

Maggi has come to our rescue on numerous (say, tens of thousands) occasions. Since time immemorial, S and I have been hogging maggi down whenever one or more of the following conditions were satisfied:

>>Hungry (which is like all the time)

>>Maid not around (or even if she is there, she is in an ugly mood- so ugly that there could be a possibility of non-veg items in otherwise veg food. Get the picture, right? )

>>Classes or college in 20 minutes and there is nothing else to eat (which happens very often) (Well, I don’t eat bread, so there. Another option gone.)

>>Utterly lazy to make anything else.

Maggi- the perfect solution. Every normal person remembers occassions when they were dying of hunger and miraculously, they discovered a pack of maggi in some obscure corner of the kitchen-shelf. That joy! Incomparable! God-sent manufacturers of this miracle item, may you never go out of business.

Of course, the classic masala flavour is S’s and my favorite. The other strange dal-atta-what-not flavours are like multiple-slap-type insults to our beloved maggi. Why on earth do they come up with such ludicrous flavours? I had once tried out maggi-atta noodles. It tasted like cow-fodder with taste-maker. Seriously. I thought, probably they have cut down on the calories in their quest of making ‘healthy’ noodles. I was disappointed. Same 400-odd calories. What’s the point? Are you listening, maggi people? We do NOT want atta noodles! We want good ole maggi. Or even if you do come up with such er, innovative ideas, try cutting down the calories atleast! *rolling eyes*

Maggi is the first thing that I ever cooked (well, even boiling water and putting a mass of maida noodles into it can be classified as cooking!). Maggi is the only thing that S ever cooked (okay, kidding. She knows how to make sandwiches, omlette and tea. *wide grin*). I even remember eating kachcha maggi out of sheer frustration. It didn’t taste too bad though. You may try it, in case you haven’t done that so far (but don’t blame me for the *ahem* consequences that may follow).

So that was the saga of maggi, the saviour. I am going and making myself some of it.

Postscript: Pardon the contentlessness (I hope that's a word. If it was not till now, then now it is!) of the post. The author was frustrated, dreary-eyed and bugged when she typed it out.

Update (typed under duress): S knows how to make many other delectable dishes. She says she knows more than I can ever know in this lifetime!