As an outgoing 20-something, I am doing
everything that an individual of my age should be doing except for drinking,
smoking and dating. I am adept at making both long term and short term plans
which have a 70% probability of failing but I like to live in the uncertainty
of that 30% because hey, I would prefer my future to be unpredictable. As I grew
up, I was always haunted by the thought that once a girl learns to cook, she is
ready for marriage. Hence I ended up not learning one of the most useful skills
of adulthood when I should have. My mom wouldn’t cook Maggi for me as per my
will, hence I learnt how to cook it for myself (as an afterthought I feel, my
mom could have used this ingenious technique for making me cook a host of other
dishes).
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*I trusted the internet to find an equivalent for the spiritual feeling that I have for Maggi.
For those of you who don’t know (here, I am
addressing my audience from the countries like China, Japan, South Bombay, Bandra
who live on a diet of Wai Wai noodles)
Maggi, is a brand of instant noodles which takes a little more than 2 minutes
to cook. I don’t remember the exact moment when my taste glands were smitten by
its very presence, but I guess it was around the time when I didn’t know how to
spell or pronounce ‘Maggi’. Since the last few years, Maggi has been my
constant companion for lonely nights and crowded evenings.
Just like every popular person has their set
of haters, every silver lining has a cloud and every sugar cube has ants
swarming around it, even Maggi had its set of controversies. They condemned
Maggi by stating that it has lead content in it which is harmful for health. I
have consumed so much Maggi over the years that ideally the iron content in my
blood should have been replaced by lead by now. Had that been the case then my
fingers would have done the writing and I won’t have to use a pencil anymore! But
that didn’t deter me and other loyal consumers of Maggi from consuming it.
I am the kind of person who when is
introduced to something new, over uses it so much that I stop using it altogether
(that’s the case with dishes, music, people and the list goes on). Maggi, I fail to understand
how you have managed to keep me hooked to you since ages. You amaze my taste
buds and mind. I aspire to be a writer, lover, individual like you- ad dictive
and irreplaceable.