Looking for Momo

Momos’ united us. The more the variety of momos’ shared, the stronger was the bond. The chutney craze was varied; one preferred the coriander, the other preferred mint, some preferred tomato and some were fond of peanut (Don’t ever talk to me if you eat it with Ketch-up and Mayo). It didn't take time for conversations to build over Momo analysis; Khusi had a little extra oil, Pashupati's fried momos were good, Little Kitchen needs to deliver faster, Momo Cafe impressed us, etc

Hostel Kitchen

The most common thing that unites Hostelites is food. We cannot help but crib and frown over hostel food. However good the food maybe, the chapatti is compared to a shield or a boomerang, the rasam is compared to water and the rice is just plain rice. Any other variant of rice is nothing but coloured rice.

Do you know what travels faster than light?

One hostel inmate discovering what’s there for dinner and the entire hostel knowing it within 5 minutes, irrelevant of the fact that there are 3 floors, 4 wings and multiple departments with people still returning from games and mandir.

Specials were also either Special or Special-Special; Where special being coloured rice and some curry and Special-Special was something that made us stand in the queue cursing the population who delayed or smiled at the food serving community.

Therefore, food heists were something that felt right from within.

The Trajectory of Life

This is the story of S and P (Not Global).

Out of many ways the heist could be done, one of the most iconic and risky way was to ask your friend, having permission to go outside with a purpose, to get food for you.

Therefore, S asked his best friend forever P, to get him momos' as the latter had permission to go out for an exam.

S was delighted as he had been craving for momos' for long, and he was certain P would not disappoint him.

On the d-day, S sat on his chair watching the buses that came from Bangalore from the window. P would be here anytime. The 8 p.m bus went by, the 8:30 p.m too went by and the 9: 30 p.m. bus also went by. There was no sign of P.

I have known S as a person who is quite strict about his Morning Riyaaz, and for this he sleeps by 9:30 p.m. I was quite astonished when I came back to room at 10:15 p.m and found him awake, by the window, passionately, looking at something.

The last bus from Bangalore arrived at 10:45 p.m with a hope of steamed momos' and spicy chutney. At 11 p.m P enters the hostel gate and there is no end to S's joy.

At 11:15 p.m when S was done waiting, he goes to his room to find him but there's no clue of P.

S find's his bag lying and goes to open it. On opening he finds it fulls of momos'; 6 packets for sure. S is delighted, indeed one of these belong to me. S then goes back to his room and waits so that he can act surprised when P comes to him with momos'.

The next thing that S realised was that it was already morning.

He came to me and asked," Zack! Did P came looking for me?"

I told him," No one has ever come looking for you."

He goes to ASAP and asks him," Ae Stats! Did someone come looking for me?"

ASAP too told him," I wish somebody would come looking for you someday."

We were taking it as a joke but S was fighting emotions within himself.

We were now in the class-room after the prayer session.

S was perplexed, he was sure something wasn't falling in place.

I am sure he would have been thinking, that P would have got him momos' found him sleeping, kept in his cupboards and ASAP and I would have eaten it.

As soon as P entered the room, S asked him," Did you get me momos'?"

P was quite fast with his reply," I came late, the restaurants were shut."

Well, momos' were the linking factor that we use during splicing, but this definitely came out of syllabus.

Any Momo memory if you have, comment it.

Please don't ask us who are S and P in the comments.