Coming 4 Lunch

After being harassed by our lecturers in the classroom there was another unbearabale round of punishment, our lunch. Believe me one who had ever tasted the foods at ILP will never dislike even the gambafuka meal in an african safari. The honour for this goes to our chettas, who had left no stones unturned to prevent us from eating habits. Perhaps becoz of TCS's secret policy of making its associates adapted to monthend hunger crisis due to lack of salary. The picture depicts the evidence of effortbeing put by chettas in searching for new means of creating unedible food.

Lunch hours! Generally the time to enjoy, relax and gossip. But for us it was the time to be bored, make faces and curse our fate that what the hell are we doing here! Nonetheless to survive we had to eat. While some people did not had much trouble with the south indian dishes, for somebody like me it was a complete nightmare. Whereas people like Monika for whom eating was just a formality, it did not affect much. The end of our stay gave us some respite from south-indian Dosas, Idlis, Pohas and Uttapams as the hostels were totally vacant except for we, the T-01 batch. Here we were served foods of our choice in the absence of the crowd.

We seldom used to have our food together. But the picture here is that of our last lunch at our canteen. Not that all was wrong with the foods there. The hygeinic foods of ILP made Sabu, Dada and Anshu to regain the shape.

Jokes apart our sweet chettas deserve a thank for making us experience a new taste of life.

GOD BLESS CHETTAS.