‘Fortune favors the brave. Ironically it was indigestion that my courage to step out of the south Indian cuisine brought me.
Yesterday I had gone to my English teacher to pay a visit. I was playing with snowy, her Tibetan (some unpronounceable breed) dog when suddenly my phone rang and my parents were waiting below her flat. Yesterday night they were taking me to a place I always wanted to go-a Lebanese restaurant. This restaurant where I went boasted of delicious tikkas and mouth-watering kebabs.we entered the restaurant to find us in a quiet relaxing place filled with Arabs. The waiter came and took our orders. I really wanted to taste biriyani from the land it was born. He soon came with a four-course dinner, dry salad then soup and the highlight of the evening –the main course. This turned my evening as well as my stomach upside down. The biriyani consisted of heap of rice and a huge mutton steak hidden inside. A complete lamb thigh. Mom who had ordered chicken biriyani sensed it was not properly cooked ordered” parcel please” I was not going to give up easily. I started with the rice but without curry or masala I couldn’t continue. Then I moved on to the steak. The meat was dark brown and was tasteless. We, south Indians are used to so much spice in our foods that this steak practically felt only steamed. The more I ate, the more uncomfortable I became. Then I saw the fat. It reminded me of the percutaneous fat I had to remove while dissecting the dead. This was the limit. The alarm was rung and if I ate more, everything would have projected out. The fourth course was black tea, which was the only thing I enjoyed. As I was going out recollecting the course of events I remembered that I hadn’t washed my hands after I had played with snowy.bhloohaaahhhhh…. everything was out. Fortune favors the brave in most of the cases except filling up your tummy…
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