Tuesday BREAKFAST!

EVERY Tuesday morning, without any compulsion from anyone, i just wake up extra early, so extremely cheerful. Infact i go around waking everyone else in my room for breakfast! Then everyone in their sleepy state gets all set to join me for breakfast in the mess hall. As i walk in a dreamy cheery state, the suns just peekin out, the air so fresh etc. Then suddenly when we approach the mess hall. THATS when it strikes me, its TUESDAY, and that means IDILLY!!![hope its correctly spelled].

This is when, i hear the annoying horn, by some impatient bus driver on the streets and i remember. ITs IDILLY and i am in MANGALORE.

OK, idillys are supposed to be soft[ dont ask me what its made up of, ive nt a CLUE!]. Initially the idillies here were hard or rough. As it is, i HATE idillies, and to top it off its made like this. But its really depressing. And slowly, though i cant exactly understand why, i just wake up automatically, all set for a nutrional breakfast, right on a TUESDAY! And as the elation got sucked out of us, we fetched our plates for our food and selected our idillies very carefully[the modest lookin ones]. Then we trod back into our seats. And as i stare into my plate, touching the idilly and watching my finger leave its mark on its soggy surface, i sigh. Just so that i dont have to hear my stomach curse me throughout the day, i gobble 2 idillies.

As we can all see in the picture below, the big utensil that provides us with our tuesday uncooked BREAD. But they at the mess, tried so genuinely to not make the idillies dry, rough etc, that now its so soggy. I wonder if its made out of some paste.!

The funny and weird part is that i wake up like this only on TUESDAY
So now, whenever i wake up all fresh and lively, everyone goes like, oh divabe's up, lets just all go back to bed and chuck BREAKFAST.

But i know, they say living in the hostel is hard and that the food is going to be so bad[wonder why i still havent lost weight:(] and all that. Maybe its all about adjustment. Actually quite true, now whenever i go back home, i actually gobble everything in my plate. And even i have cut out on take aways and stick to just plain good ol home made food! Three cheers to mum:).....I guess this is how we learn to appreciate some parts of life.:)

GOD bless....