BUTT GENES CRY OUT!
It was 4 o’clockish. I was comfortably settled on a rug in front of our tele today watching an episode of Grey’s Anatomy (uhhh not that I’m a die-hard-fan-who-can’t-LIVE-without-watching-every-epi of Grey’s, House and Bones when they’re on *ignore the loud cough and as if! snigger from my sis who’s reading this) –when I felt this really weird feeling…
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You know there are definitely some characteristics that you can’t help inheriting. Certain knacks that you get all cause of your genes. Being a member of the uhh ‘Butt bradary’, I surely have some Buttishness about my genes. Whoever has the word ‘Butt’ as a part of their name, would agree with me, that the ‘thing’ common in us, adored by us, enjoyed the most by us, the ‘thing’ that for generations has featured as one of the most prime parts of all our lives is- F.o.o.d.
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And so there on my rug, the restlessness that I felt was the queasiness of the decade upon decade, generation upon generation-long trained Butt genes inside me… they sensed it…they felt it… somewhere food, better described (in Oliver!) as food, glorious food was being smelled, tasted, EATEN!!! So though my eyes and mind were focused on how screwed up a life Meredith Grey always has, yet my queasy genes had their nucleic eyes and minds on the tantalizing chicken wings, warm brown rice and hot curry, icy cold drinks and crunchy gol gappay presently being enjoyed by ‘certain someones’ in Windmill**. Sigh…
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Reading how incredibly great the food was (and how much fun they had…yep they really were RUBBING IT IN…) via messages from Fatima, Iqra and Faiza** I got up for lunch. I treated my annoyed taste buds to some mom-made rice (admittedly yummy as always) with a chocolate bar at the end to sort of make up for the treat they’d missed. The time will come, I tell 'em, when we’ll have our revenge. All those ‘someones’ better watch out; for from this day forth every sandwich, every shawarma, every coke bottle they touch, every gol gappay plate they lay their eyes on… will be forever endangered. Beware… yes YOU bursting with Windmill food…bewaaaaaare!!! ;D
**This writer has a mortal fear of lawyers. So any names if related to actual people are PURELY COINCIDENTAL. The writer will not be held responsible if such a circumstance arises. Hehehehehe ;P ;P
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You know there are definitely some characteristics that you can’t help inheriting. Certain knacks that you get all cause of your genes. Being a member of the uhh ‘Butt bradary’, I surely have some Buttishness about my genes. Whoever has the word ‘Butt’ as a part of their name, would agree with me, that the ‘thing’ common in us, adored by us, enjoyed the most by us, the ‘thing’ that for generations has featured as one of the most prime parts of all our lives is- F.o.o.d.
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And so there on my rug, the restlessness that I felt was the queasiness of the decade upon decade, generation upon generation-long trained Butt genes inside me… they sensed it…they felt it… somewhere food, better described (in Oliver!) as food, glorious food was being smelled, tasted, EATEN!!! So though my eyes and mind were focused on how screwed up a life Meredith Grey always has, yet my queasy genes had their nucleic eyes and minds on the tantalizing chicken wings, warm brown rice and hot curry, icy cold drinks and crunchy gol gappay presently being enjoyed by ‘certain someones’ in Windmill**. Sigh…
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Reading how incredibly great the food was (and how much fun they had…yep they really were RUBBING IT IN…) via messages from Fatima, Iqra and Faiza** I got up for lunch. I treated my annoyed taste buds to some mom-made rice (admittedly yummy as always) with a chocolate bar at the end to sort of make up for the treat they’d missed. The time will come, I tell 'em, when we’ll have our revenge. All those ‘someones’ better watch out; for from this day forth every sandwich, every shawarma, every coke bottle they touch, every gol gappay plate they lay their eyes on… will be forever endangered. Beware… yes YOU bursting with Windmill food…bewaaaaaare!!! ;D
**This writer has a mortal fear of lawyers. So any names if related to actual people are PURELY COINCIDENTAL. The writer will not be held responsible if such a circumstance arises. Hehehehehe ;P ;P
8 comments
so i kept my word guys ;D n if any1s wondering food isnt THAT big a thing 4me... ;P hehe just enjoy!
ReplyDeleteawwwww....yar u r missed smthng...we also had lots of fries, paratha roll...hmmmm nd ya JELLLYY......!!!! muahahaha! but we missed u gal :) nxt time we'll enjoy together!
ReplyDeletehan wo i just took sm wild guesses at the food items...
ReplyDeleteooo thanx dude :D
and salad and SPICY chicken wings dripping with sauce and desserts which I hadn't ever seen before and these dainty little sandwiches and haleem and kheer and a good hot cup of chaye to wash it all down!!!YUMMMMM!!!!! Wonder why people were falling off from the edges of the bench I was sitting on today???;p
ReplyDeletefictitious names or true ones!victims won't spare u.but we had our turn, now time for u to.....i can't say what u ll do
ReplyDelete@faiza: beep. uhh fizza mobasher is currently unavailable for a comment... a sudden uprising of her taste buds due to the untimely n overly delicious comments by a certain faiza hameed has forced her to 'go and deal with them'... u will b informed when she arrives back... beep. :P :D
ReplyDelete@fatima haha :D lolzzz worry more 4 that sandwich in your hand dear bwahahaha :P
@ Fiza: beep. Faiza Hameed is unavailable for commenting too because she has to go deal with a certain nasty case of indigestion cuz she was greedy and ate at the hi-tea like there'd be no tomorrow! lol:P
ReplyDeletehahahah..poor fizz being tortured by the thoughts of sum yummy food....2bad i can't mail u the yummy OPTP garlic mayo fries im having....
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