Don’t risk it…


“Change….the shrewd manipulator…you never realize it sweeping through your life; unless one fine day, you delve into nostalgia, contemplating how drastically and yet subtly, an undercurrent of transfigurations and metamorphosis had tiptoed into your toiling existence.”

I scribbled on to my annal, and shut it. While still being pretty occupied with speculations and introspections

, I choose to just ponder over them. Although the grounds of such a grave reflection are menial, somewhat berserk.


It has been exactly a month since my ‘Brahmacharya’ days had started and the food, that is, the “DABBA”, has been driving me insane.   “Some eat to live, while some live to eat”, they say. Well clearly, I have never had a passion for food and I was more than complacent to fall under the former category.

But my days away from home have utterly transfigured me into a typical Indian Foodie.I receive my Dabba,  hope for a satiating meal…I open it with sparkling eyes, begin eating and the glimmer vanishes. I just devour it, thinking all the while, “how would it be to have a decent meal once in a while!”


“That’s it.”, I clamoured. “I cannot be crazy enough to hanker for fine food in a city like Delhi.” It was intransigent now that I would visit a fine eatery and give my tastebuds the treat of their lives. From under my closet, I pulled out a few pamphlets of restaurants that these people so yearningly attempt to hand in to the passer-bys…..Yeah, you get the drift, don’t ya?

Now comes the predicament of nomination….Where to go??? Having no clue of the places, I decided to go with the eternal “AKKAD-BAKKAD” rule. So, the place is decided. But,What is a fine cuisine without friends? So, I invite my friends over.                                     “Your treat??”, they implore.                                                                                                            “Oh! how sweet of you to think.”, I said, loaded with sarcasm as I am.


And we head towards our supposedly divine destination. It goes without saying, the eyes are all starry, beaming in anticipation of some delectable tucker. So full of vitality we all are, we don’t even take a rickshaw. And we arrive….The Classic title board with those expensive LED illumination reads “Punjabi By Nature”.

At this particular instant, I am ecstatic beyond demarcations. Finally… “I am gonna have the kind of food I have been longing for so long.” We enter and the ambience allures me in no time. Fine seats, nice music and cheerful waiters. We place the order…Dal Makhani, Rajma, Jeera Rice and Tandoori Roti…oohhh how my tastebuds were exhilarated…While my friends gossiped amongst themselves, I waited in desperation.


Finally the moment arrives….The food is served and I take a bite to my awfully dribbling mouth. And the anticlimax strikes.

In lengths though I have been writing about the joy of anticipation, I fail to express in words the disappointment I experienced at that very moment. My Friends gave me those looks that they were all set to pull a pillow over my face in my sleep that very night. The food was pathetic and we returned disheartened to the eternal DABBA. Even that tasted better in comparison.


After that, I went about narrating that incident of disappointment to all my chums and just one of them came up with an advice…that I regret not having had earlier. She told me how she finds the right place to grab a bite in an alien land. And surprisingly enough, she made sense.


Well, now I know…searching for a decent corner to eat isn’t child’s play…certainly not AKKAD-BAKKAD. But it’s something much simpler.

Well now I can give my tastebuds the treat they have been longing for. As for you people, however fancy the idea of a food app sounds, just Don’t Risk It…

Look it up


36 thoughts on “Don’t risk it…

  1. Ahh Well written of the temptations this so called ‘Food’ arises with & the pathetic food which pulls it down which is everywhere except Mumma’s kitchen. But at least we have enough to feed our giant monster inside our body, some aren’t even lucky enough to have 1/200 part of that DABBA………..


  2. DABBA SYSTEM………away from mum’s home made food, is truely a nightmare for hostelers………no one can ever love those ganda wala dabbas……unhygienic, unhealthy and yaaks… But the app has come to our rescue now..surely gonna check it out.


  3. Haha, d whole time I was thinking what d end wud b like.. didn’t hv d slightest idea that u will find ur happiness thru an app.. must be really gr8!!


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