What’s for Lunch?

WHAT’S FOR LUNCH?

Are you thinking of that now?

A question that bothers me every morning. All the stuff is there- can’t my husband and the maid figure it out? Something nice and nutritious. Anyway there is Swiggy or Zomato….I still see them on the road, the ones I have not totalled for driving with a death wish to deliver some lazy bug’s food (self included).

Anyway….I was in the car one day, waiting for my husband who had stepped out to commit suicide-buy a pack of cigarettes I mean. I was gazing at the street vendors piling up their little mounds of tomatoes and brinjals, haranguing with overfed women who wanted more for less and were examining every vegetable like a gemmologist analyzing a stone for impurities. There was this newspaper mart, with the flapping single sheets with scandalizing headlines like the 7G scam, glamour queen elopes with lift operator, one more church/mosque/temple vandalized….you know the trend. Right next to it was a butcher’s shop. Dangling corpses of animals, a butcher mindlessly chopping away, his customers waiting….

As ever I looked without seeing, just hoping that the poor animals didn’t feel any pain at the fateful moment. Tied to a pole in the butcher’s shop was a goat, there for obvious reasons, to which it was oblivious. It was tugging and chewing up the flapping sheets of newspapers, and getting away with it. This goat was delighted at it’s free meal, not knowing that soon it was going to be someone else’s meal! Newsprint and all. Ignorance IS bliss, when it is terror to be wise or aware.

The goat got the news (not about it’s own fate), the butcher would get the goat’s throat, someone will get the meat, and a platter of mutton biriyani or keema something would be served to someone else. Protein, fat, carbs, vitamins, minerals and predigested and assimilated newsprint ink.

Would it flavour the meat? Don’t some people eat the intestines too?

Straight to the muscles and body organs via the blood. Hit the kidneys and liver before that.

Hey doc, this can’t be the first time it is happening. Do people realize what is happening?

Should I buy that goat? But soon it will be replaced with another….

Should I warn all the shopkeepers?

There will simply be an uproar…..Un velaya patthuttu pomma….Aaya, pozhappai kedukkadhey!

(Mind your own business and go. Grandma you have come to spoil our business).

Enter the husband, train of meaty thoughts cut! But stored away….for this blog.

You know what, one man’s meat CAN BE HIS OWN poison!