Jottings from a buffet

Long overdue from the Jottings series, which can only be a surefire giveaway of how absolutely totally and completely exciting my life has been in the past few months that I haven’t gone ANYWHERE worth doing a jottings on. Save, a movie theatre, and that I’ve done earlier. Let me mop my tears delicately with a napkin. Ah no, I need a bath towel for that, you say. Err, well. The other day, a lunch buffet was attended. I am, unfortunately, no longer the queen of buffets. My buffet attendance has fallen to few and far between. My life now comprises hurried lunches eaten at the desk while keying in articles with a single hand, and mopping up spillage onto the hapless keyboard. How the mighty have fallen.

Ergo. The buffet. Which as buffets go, was pretty extensive. For a place that got various skewered meats to the table, the amount of folk who actually were pottering around the buffet counter, lifting lids and peering into wafts of steam were suprisingly many.

Auntyji, please toss a coin and decide whether or not you want to take the rice/naan/kulcha/paratha/veg pulao. Dithering over what option to pile your plate with while I’m two centimeters away from reaching to the serving spoon can be hazardous to your health.

Bachcha party without adult supervision scurrying around, including the spawn of my own womb, I might just trip over you and inundate you with showers of gravy and rice. I think ropes and straitjackets are in order, and I mean that in the nicest way, given I include my own child in the category.

Lady with handspan waist and a smidgeon of food on your plate, food I need to peer at closely in order to determine whether the pristinity of the plate has been besmirched at all, kindly do not smirk into my plate while I adjust various cannot be ignored items on the periphery of the main items on the menu. In an Ice Age, I will survive.

Erm. I was standing here. About to reach for the serving spoon. You have broken the line. Do you not know what happens to people who break the line, they get sent to a hell of eternal waiting in line. And no, you don’t look like Mr Bachchan in a coolie uniform to give me that line about the line beginning where you stand, cease and desist cutting in.

Err, yes, its me again. Nice to keep bumping into you at the counter. But no, I’m not here to strike up polite conversation, even if it is the pehle aap, pehle aap Lucknawi tehzeeb version. Just serve yourself and get the hell out of the way.

It is a miracle how so many of us manage to navigate ourselves and our laden plates through the treacherous pathways of what constitute modern day restaurants where they have funny multiple step levels up and down which serve no purpose effectively but have you say, watch your step, when another person lurches forward with a shocked glazed expression and the contents of laden plate swerving dangerously.

And yes, I am taking a break between helpings. It helps settle the food. Allows me to get more in. I will probably need help to be hauled back to my feet, but what the hell, you only live once.


About Kiran Manral

Kiran Manral published her first book, The Reluctant Detective in 2011. Since then, she has published eight books across genres till date. Her books include romance and chicklit with Once Upon A Crush (2014), All Aboard (2015), Saving Maya (2017); horror with The Face at the Window (2016) and nonfiction with Karmic Kids (2015), A Boy’s Guide to Growing Up (2016) and True Love Stories (2017). Her short stories have been published on Juggernaut, in magazines like Verve and Cosmopolitan, and have been part of anthologies like Chicken Soup for the Soul, Have a Safe Journey (2017) and Boo (2017). Her articles and columns have appeared in the Times of India, Tehelka, DNA, Yowoto, Shethepeople, New Woman, Femina, Verve, Elle, Cosmopolitan, Conde Nast Traveller, DB Post, The Telegraph, the Asian Age, iDiva, TheDailyO and more. She was shortlisted for the Femina Women Awards 2017 for Literary Contribution. She is a TEDx speaker and a mentor with Vital Voices Global Mentoring Walk 2017.
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12 Responses to Jottings from a buffet

  1. Serendipity says:

    //Allows me to get more in. I will probably need help to be hauled back to my feet, but what the hell, you only live once.
    This is funny πŸ™‚

    Btw I read another post (with a striking title) on my reader. That post has been deleted. Probably. Twas “Sale. Sale. Sale”.
    I actually thought you were cursing πŸ˜› πŸ™‚


  2. sukanyabora says:

    good one…i hate it when people in front are indecisive!
    i am a sucker for buffets-eat all you can..just my kinda spread!


  3. Writerzblock says:

    Ha ha, absolutely with you on this : ‘but what the hell, you only live once.’ πŸ™‚


  4. Ronak says:

    Nice thoughts… i too feel quite irritated with undecided people just trotting around..

    moreover on the breaking the line thing, i remember something I had written earlier:


  5. I have a tough time deciding at buffets too πŸ™‚ and people who skip the queue gosh it’s bugging !


  6. wondernoon says:

    Hope you are all doing OK Kiran.

    Really terrible to hear about the blasts…


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