When I hear about Onions, one humorous incident flashes in my mind. It goes like this…
Past days, I was staying in one Swaminarayan religion Hostel. Thus we were not allowed to eat ONION (lucky these people, no need to worry about onion price!) or garlic. I am fond of onion and garlic as if its my staple food! The reason is I love spicy food.
After joining this hostel, initially, I tried eating that tasteless meal without onions but unfortunately it couldn’t last longer. I started thinking of some tricks where I can eat onions with my dinner:)
Next step was to eat it in front of hostel staff who were against eating onions – creepy aliens! So I fine chopped one or two onions and hid that in a small bowl covered with plate and ate mixing it with sabzi provided. I was successful:) Gradually, I was used to do it frequently! I thought its very easy now. No one here is bothering about me and my Onions!
One fine night, I repeated the same, went downstairs for dinner. I mixed chopped pieces with that boring ‘sabji ‘ provided by hostel maid. I used to take care when I pass by those aliens (those onion villains) as they can easily smell it! This had been my usual habit.
But that night, don’t know why, hostel in-charge was constantly keeping his eye on me as if he knew what I was eating. I was lost in thoughts of how would I rescue myself if caught. I was feeling like I am a terrorist in this hostel! Somehow, I made it..and I mixed it in bowl of ‘sabzi’ and finished dinner..I think without chewing properly:)
The way I ate, probably, they frowned! Though to finish my dinner was the only priority for me, ignoring his expressions! After 20 minutes or so, I was in elevator quickly after dinner and damn, he came inside too! For a moment I was aghast and couldn’t even smile back when he smiled. Onions stink and he could easily smell its odor if I try to open my mouth or talk to him. Speed of the lift, that moment, sounded like snail! Poor me!
Eventually, I reached the destination (believe me it was like climbing a mountain without breathing) and rushed in my room. As I shut the door of my room, I exhaled heavily evacuating ONION smell out of my mouth!
Its not over yet…someone knocked the door while I was collecting those onion peels in a plastic bag. I opened the door, keeping that crucial task aside, and………… our Hostel Keeper/chief was there to inspect our room!
You can imagine what could happened, I was saved fortunately but I quit ‘onion chapter’ from that day. Hilarious!