Yeah, that’s me!
Once upon a time, there happened a cooking competition! And some idiot enrolled me in it without even asking me! After all how could he know that my cooking skill is only as good as a dog’s ability to fly!
And there I was, forced to take part in the event, and ‘honour’ it! So what?! I can learn cooking in a jiffy! This competition wanted us to cook something using Mushrooms!
After hours of whacking my brains (when I said “jiffy”, I didn’t actually mean it!), I came up with a “brilliant” idea! I’ll make Mushroom 65! But how?! I’ll use some ready made masala and just deep fry the marinated mushrooms and then display it in a presentable manner! Duh! Atleast this is enough to take part in a competition just for the sake of participation!
The day came, when I had to ‘compete’ using my cooking skills! And things went as I planned! There were other participants who had come with amazing and equally tiresome recipes! They were working like hell in their counters to make the mushroom taste good! But here, I was like a cool keg! I didn't care if it would be good enough! But, will it work out?!
Seems it did! The judges came, tasting the mushroom stuff from each counter. And then they came to my counter too! They tasted ‘my’ mushroom 65. I was keyed up to know their comments. And then one of the judges exclaimed, “Aaha! En amma senja maathiriyey irukku!” (“Wow, it tastes just like what my mother used to do!”) So, it was tasty?! I was totally excited! I was sure I’m going to win!
Time for the results… I was still excited about it, though I knew I was going to win anyway! They started announcing! “The third place goes to… some blah blah blah!" Who cares?! I’m gonna get the first place! “The second place goes to… some blah blah blah!” Come on… I know that already! Announce the winner know! “And here goes, the winner is…” My heart was pounding! “some blah blah blah!” “Uhhh?! What?!” My pulse was racing! They had called out my name and I couldn’t hear it properly in all the excitement and adrenaline pumping! “Hey announce it again, I didn’t hear my name!” I wasn’t sure if I should stand up and go to the stage yet!
And then, someone else stood up to go to the podium! So the winner is “some blah blah blah”! And they hadn’t actually called out my name! Oh that explains why I didn’t hear it! But how come I didn’t win?! I was astonished and shocked at the same time,
Because little did I know that, the judge’s mother used the same ready-mix that I had used and that the judge knew how his mother made Mushroom 65!
Damn!
