Time to rejoice, maggi noodles are back in stores. I was
walking down the lane when I saw a boy buying three yellow packets of the most
beloved delicacy of our generation. It made me wonder the magic behind the curly
strings of flour which have been able to entangle us since decades. In the
mountains of Himachal; roads of Leh-Ladhak; hill top; river side; and where
ever you go, you will find the little 2 minute devil. Is it the add-on masala which
give it the savour or the significantly less time to make it or in the
uncountable number of dishes we can adapt it? Or is it the slurping and sucking
and rolling the curls around a fork which make it enjoyable? We are only
limited by our imagination. Such a small eatable can be fed with so many perspectives
is only a mystery to a human mind.
I imagine if down the ages, humans will be eating maggi. If,
somehow by wizardry, maggi is not the staple diet of our future generations,
which dish will share our memories? How will we quote “Yaad, hai jab maggi kha
rhe the... (Do you remember when we were eating maggi and...).” Even the ban of
maggi conjured up memories. Parents even started blaming maggi for low marks of
children in exams. Thank you, maggi for taking the blame!!
Even a fifty rupees maggi will not conjure up the feelings
of fleecing when provided at a perfect moment. It is a grub for night burners
and haute cuisine for sisters to a resource for creative experiments for the
boys in a hostel. You will be smiling if you have tasted maggi made in the
bucket boiled by the live electrical wires. I don’t know if it is the effort or
the taste which makes such experiments worth. In any case, it is just amazing.
A perfect Diwali homecoming!!!
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