CHICKS FROM MARS AND MEN FROM ALDGATE

When I started blogging I thought I'd write incidents in my graduate life, interesting, embarrassing and weird worth being laughed at when I am seventy two. Although a lot of things happen , my laziness ensured that they went unaccounted. Sitting jobless on a Friday evening with 2 beers down my throat I feel the time is kind of perfect to recall moments I should have taken down the grave with me. Also, since I have too many of those moments now I feel its okay let go some milder ones.

Thanks to blogs, I now feel its cool write them and have people laugh at me.

August 2nd week 2005.

Never seen a fall before. Never stood when the rains froze down. It was my first week in the united states and aldgate was where I lived. I had just begun living my 'American dream'. Never did I get an opportunity to have chicken in my dream. Although supermarkets here sell chicken, the house I was staying was inhabited by pure 'nice' herbivores. Never would I want to make them feel bad by getting home a roasted chic.

Meanwhile, me and my 'gonna be' roomies felt the need to have chicken...bad..really bad. We rush to MARS (this is no science fiction..MARS is the name of a supermarket). 'S' says no to buffalo wings; loudly claiming that he has only chicken. Do buffalo's have wings he asks in the same breath.'V' and me look at each other...."dude what do we do of him". After educating 'S' we agree on the chic to pick.But once we get the chic where would we take it ?

"Indeed thats always been the problem with chics - where do we take them?? "

Cant go to the place where I was temporarily accommodated. 'V' and 'S' (who were going to be my room mates once we get a town house on lease) decided that its not wise to go to the place they were put up. They were living with 6 other souls like us who might be wanting a chic as bad as us. Taking our chic there would mean we'll end up having just 1/9th of what we are entitled of.

Cheap minds think alike. Share of chic becomes the priority of our lives. 1/3ard we deserve and 1/3ard we shall have.

We get her outside the shop - red and naked. Squat by the road. Chicken leg in one hand sauce in other. Eyes closed we take our first bite. Waah !!!...why is everything so good the first time...? Soon the juice dries down and we realize that we were on the road.Very much like the people I saw every time I walked to the Egmore station through the rear entrance. 'S' had sauce all around his mouth and was dripping on to his clothes, 'V' was trying to push a piece much larger than his mouth down his throat. Thank god I couldn't see myself.

Embarrassing it was. I still remember some of those looks. Curious people. we had lots of them there on that day. Every time we have had chicken outside since we think of it...and we laugh. Irresistible it was on that day...the sauce dripping down 'S' s mouth told it all.