Dinner Time! Run!!

The above mentioned title for this post should not be misinterpreted! The moment the time strikes 08:00 PM , we used to run with the plate in our hand, wishing to have the best dinner so that one can be so proud of when they meet the next day in school. Yeah, i did mention 'School'. That reaction was so casual in our school days, when even though after an entire day's work, our mom used to sit and plan for dinner to make sure the entire family has a delicious sleep that night. The reason why i mentioned delicious night is because of the taste which remains in our mouth even in the midst of our sleep, not because one has not washed his mouth properly thinking that extra ten seconds of mouth wash would make them miss their favorite singing show or a TV show where extra ordinary casting and a very strong script makes not only the actors cry but also the audience, till now i have not figured the exact reason why everyone cry? Is it because the one who view the show are superb judges or is it they are forced to watch a stupid serial like that? I do not know, because i stick to watching animation series which i consider having far better logic to its so-called-competitors. Well, i do not know why i went out of topic, actually there is no topic! I do not know why am writing this, is it because i miss my home made food or is it because i am frustrated? Frustrated? Yes! That's why am writing! In another few minutes i will be leaving to the most irritating place in my campus, Mess. All of us would be looking as if we are so interested in the menu, as we would hold the plate which would eventually fail to qualify for the famous vessel-cleansing advertisement owing to the extra ordinary pressure the soap would have to clean it. Anyway, a friend of mine has been shouting my name for quite some time, not because he is ecstatic about going there, but because of the super-smelling and ultra-delicious food which is so eager to see the faces who are going to consume them. That is sarcasm, if you had not got it. Whatever, it is time to Run! Run where? One cannot escape. Pray that your belly gets filled without crying or at the worst case, imagine you are on a diet, except that you do not develop a Macho look.