21. And that’s how the graduated chick lost its life.

Ha! Sunday afternoons, after church, nothing to do till the 11^th hour when we all scurry about here and there in a frantic attempt to do the long forgotten assignments, submissions, tutorials etc which never seem to go out of existence.

And this particular Sunday was no different. As usual we took our own time to finish our lunch, along with the round of the week’s chit-chattering and gossiping. Oh before I forget, this ‘we’ I’m referring to consists of the trio Maya Sarah John (henceforth to be called as MaSaJo), Angie Alice Abraham(AnAlAb) and Neethu Krishna(er…NeeKri?? :| )

MaSaJo: Blah..blah..blah
AnAlAb: blah..blah…
Neekri: Haven’t we finished? Shall we then make a move and go wash our hands?
AnAlAb: MaSaJo, is there some curry left in your plate?
MaSaJo: Oh yes, but you are not supposed to eat potatoes…
AnAlAb: I know that silly, I just want the curry. I swear, I won’t eat the potatoes. See the pile of potatoes on the side of my plate.

Pieces of potatoes, along with some curry, get transferred from MaSaJo’s and NeeKri’s plates to AnAlAb’s. The blah blah continues and AnAlAb’s hands always restless as they are, having finished feeding her, began to work on the left over potato pieces-smashing, pulping, kneading, pressing and rolling the pieces until finally it took the form of a snow ball (or technically speaking, a ‘potato ball’.)

Neekri: Hey this looks like a snow man. Give it 2 eyes also na?

After a brief search, 2 mustard seeds are extricated from the leftovers, and the curry-mixed, pitch-black eyes get implanted on the potato man.

MaSaJo: Ooo that looks like a tiny birdy now. Shall we give it a beak as well?

The leftovers prove to be an infinite source of body spare parts. A tiny tomato peel was perfect for the li’l red beak and there was our chick, created by 3 Michaelangelos-in-the-making.Voila!

(Aint it cute?? :D)

Neekri: I wanna do something with the pieces of banana peel as well. How about getting the chick graduated?

And soon enough the chick got graduated. :D

(Hope you can see the graduation hat on it’s head)

By now, we were attracting a hell lota unwanted attention from the neighboring tables. Ignoring all those have-these-gals-gone-outa-their-mind stares (after all a little publicity never hurts), we sat there admiring our artistic work for how long I’m not sure, but alas! all good things must come to an end…We had to bid goodbye to our chick(the mess was closing down). I was given the privilege of taking our li’l birdy to its final resting place(the kitchen sink!)

Reluctantly, I put the plate in the sink, but couldn’t take my eyes off our piece of artistic delicacy. As I was still ogling the chick in that smelly wash area, surrounded by dozens of stinking plates, there came a dudette having had her fill, emptied the leftover into the dust-bin, and as though finding no other place, kept her dumb plate right on top of my plate, smashing my poor chick :(

And that’s how the graduated chick lost its life…sniff…

PS: So as not to offend any sensitive blog-readers the pics of the smashed graduated chick after it met with the dreadful tragedy have not been included.