~ three parts mad, and the fourth delirious, with perpetual rushing of hard times ~ Dickens
Thursday, October 3, 2013
The Phone rang
suddenly at 4 in afternoon. With the sleepy voice, I responded,
"Hello!". The voice on the other end said. "Let's meet in
Pulchowck, will you?". "Pulchowck where? When?" and she said
"The place where we ate Mo:Mo last time, in 30 minutes?",
"Okey". And so I woke up, after my afternoon's unplanned nap that
lasted for more than 4 hours, accidentally. And so with messed up hair, and
messed up beard, I rushed to pulchowck. And yea, I still managed to look good
rey, but that’s other thing.
I know the photo doesn't look great, but often decorated Mo:Mos doesn't taste as good as they look.
Today, I am only
looking inside the Mo:Mo. We go to the restaurants, gaze at the menu for
several minutes and when we ultimately order, irrespective of how hungry we are
or what is the best food in the restaurant, or what time of the day it is, it's
like a rule to order Mo:Mo. Since the college and a year more, the memories of
the pieces of Mo:Mo that I stole from my friend's plates or friends stole from
my plate kept haunting. For four years, I kept on eating Jhaal fry's and
Aakhni/Khichuri, knowing that someday, I will say goodbye to this terrible food
for good. Now that I don’t have to eat all those foods, I have become a Mo:Mo
monster once again.
I went on to Wikipedia to see how is Mo:Mo defined there, and it is
written "Nepali Dumplings". Somebody should add, "which is
treated something like the national food in Nepal". I didn’t use to like
Mo:Mo much in the early years. In our place, the only Mo:Mo we used to get was,
Vegetable Mo:MO. And for an insatiable meat guzzler like me, Cabbage never
tingled the palate. I became the Mo:Mo monster only when I was in high school.
I had a friend, and my next door neighbor, Rishav. We used to gather our cycles
after college, cycle around the streets, eat 1 and half plate (डेढप्लेट) Mo:MoMo:MO king, or sometimes Himalaya Hall, almost every other day. And
often return home, late and in pell-mell, and get scolded. I happened to stay
alone in Kathmandu right after high school, for one month or so, and often, let
me rephrase it, always, my day's or Night's or both time's meal used to be
Mo:Mo, yet I never got bored of it.
a plate of Mo:Mo, a plate of Chowmein and sharing it with someone else is
something that I am discovering these days. Oh! And add to it, Sausages.