Midnight's children

Bread earned from the sweat of strife and the persistence of a transfixed rapt goal is by far the most satisfying form of reward. It sounds a little less extravagant if your transfixed rapt goal is to survive in a demeaning mob of filthy gluttonous creatures(read NiTkians) and the glorified sweat of strife is from a person( magnanimously referred to as SwAmI. I’ve deleted the hyperlink to SwAmI, coz he needs his privacy) who is indeed serving you the bread (read vadapav, half fry, Singapore fried rice etc). People familiar with this obscurely painted picture (in turn read filthy gluttonous creatures) can take solace in the fact that they’re now equipped to handle the greatest of obstacles, the most insurmountable of physical challenges and simply the art of ordering food in a night canteen at peak hour 00:00:00, when all reasonable clocks reset, but the werewolf within a hungry NiTkian come to life. It’s an enterprise in which the mob has shamed the prehistoric barbarics and the SwAmi has challenged the nuances of the famed six sigma.Yup.The famed Night Canteen.

The constant flurry of ‘swami swami’ notwithstanding, SwAmI nonchalantly delivers fried rice after half rice after vadapavs. (For those wondering who/what SwAmI(S, A, I are capitals) is, it’s an NiTk innovative way of addressing of, quite literally, any person in the world). At SwAmI’s helm is another slight grizzly haired sWaMi (notice W, M are capitals here, for brevity and clarity of anticipative mistaken SWAMI identity), whose exploits of preparing Chinese (read INDIAN) dishes is legendary(read not so legendary). As if to complete the package, a sordid Kannada song complete with morbidly obese heroines plays on the screen. In all this frenzy does the process of satiating one’s hunger is successfully achieved.The average NiTkian thus is fed.

Now, is it me or does the food there ironically taste good?