Dish-yum Dish-yum

You all know there is a sink around the corner of the kitchen. What's its for? To get our hands washed hands. But after the meal, we wash hands again and after that.... we do the The Dishes.That's the main purpose of the Wash basin.

Me and the Wash Basin in the kitchen. Well, I never have had much contact with that before it for a long time. I regularly wash my hand before and after eat my food and I have always washed my plates before my food. Even if it is clean already, I pour some water on the plate and then wash my hand with that water. You see? Plate's also more clean; hand is also somewhat clean. Kind of a 2 in 1 job.

Okay, so this was it. Till college, we had just these encounters. But I've always wanted to clean the dishes by myself. You know a thing :  When we want to do a work at home like sweeping or cleaning, it's already done by someone. But when we don't want to do a work, the home is like a Garbage Planet. That's when Mom's shout at us to get those things done. But it is their bad luck, we're not in the mood.

So, this was the case. Whenever I think of doing it, I feel too lazy and I cease the thinking. Sometimes I go to the kitchen while mom's cleaning the dishes I ask her whether I could do it. She says,"Just do the studying". Then I'll be like 'Okay. Whatever'. So, act denied.

Time ran and I had to go college. First I was in a home, alone all by myself. I was eating completely in hotels so I didn't have the chance to wash dishes. I had single plate. That was used for making my bread and butter. I had no soaps or something and the home lacked a Wash-basin. Even if I wanted to wash it, I can't. can just use the Bathroom's water to clean it. It is gross. I don't like it. As 6 months passed, I felt My room's rent to be a little too high ( What's this? Little too high? Is there something like that? Anyways...) so I had to shift to my friends' room where they were already Self-cooking.

The room was with a kitchen and a Wash-basin. When you become a room-mate with friends who self cook, you gotta  help them while they, right? You can't say, "Nah! I don't know how to". Atleast you should cut the vegetables for them. I was not good at cooking or to help anyone cook. I had to help them in some way.

Now that I am one of their room-mates, I have to do some work. Hmmm.. Let's see Cooking, Um... I don't think so.Vegetable cutting: Involves knife; Too risky. Lifting Water cans, No can do baby doll. Switching Off the gas when they tell me to? Ah! This one's not bad. I take the job! All I was doing was to just stare at them cook. The major thing I did was to turn the heat up or put it off. This is not what a room-mate friend does. I started thinking of what to do with the helping-thing. It hit me.

This was the time to unleash it. Morgan Freeman, bring out the Bat Mobile.Yep I was appointed as the Official Dish-washer of that room. After I got the job, the cooking process cannot be started without me. Why? Because the dishes aren't done yet.They all need me to save the kitchen from being abandoned. I make a Rocking entry into the kitchen and start doing it and so the Kitchenry starts!

I really enjoy washing the dishes. It's like a fun thing to do. Watering, applying soap,scratching, scratching, scratching till stains wear out. It makes me feel like "I am the Super Hero of the Kitchen". I see stains on the utensils and I apply soaps and off it goes. That's the nice part in it. It's like we're removing the Evil from the World just like a Superhero.

There are some utensils which take the hell out of us. So damn hard to wash them. Some of them are Oil-used utensils, Rice cooked cooker with dry rice particles still clinging. In my experience, I've found these to be irritating. It may differ, if you ever do the dishes.They only wash off when they're washed with the stell scrubber and the scratching sound is as irritating as watching Sura!


This is me-The Dishing King or King Disher! saying, "Guhan will be back."

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Silkworms and the Senior

One normal day in a sunny second semester, I was in the afternoon theory class. Just the casual note-taking, sleep-waking, watch-seeing. Something different was to happen that day. It came through the address-less letter. The Circular. The poen entered the class with it. So rare in a semester a circular comes. So this was one hell of a rare day. I don't really remember what the content in the circular was but I do know what it was for. It was for the Entomology show or something. The Dean has asked us to view and learn the art of Sericulture. It's the art of rearing of Silkworms. It was kept just like an exhibition where visitors walk past each slides and other things kept. There were volunteers who would explain or clarify our doubts (For freaks like me). The slides were arranged on one side of our long corridor. We were so excited that they had cancelled the classes after that. So, it was a fun visit with no lessing in the attendance.

As a student of the class where the circular came, I walked out to see what was there. There was a girl standing near the slides. She was in her 20s and she seemed like a student, I think, as she was wearing an Identity Card. Or more probably my Senior. It doesn't really matter. I glanced the exhibits. The Silkworms were kept in different trays based on their stage. The first was very small and it started getting bigger with an increase in its stage. It eats and eats and eats. That's the creature's life. Wish I was that. But I don't like growing fat, so let's skip that wish. None touched the worm or asked questions. That is the time where the One enters the scene(Who? Where? How?).Um... It is me. I stand there observing them eat those Mulberry leaves just like you see Jerry munching up a cheese where the full cheese turns smaller and smaller as it eats. The final stage of the worm were the huge ones. Those looked like what Bear Grylls eats. I didn't need Protein at that time. Had a Canteen nearby. Did not eat it.

I took one in hand and it felt great. The spongy body with pieces of leaves inside and the silky texture of the wowm- it was really good. Everything's going great.I make jokes (hardly laughable but some laugh even at them. Or maybe at me of my lame jokes? Who cares? I don't live for what they like) and stand there asking the senior(or whoever) doubts that she can't answer, playing with the worms. This was going smooth and just before when I started thinking "This is a nice day" something happened. Three boys came to see the worms, I mean, the Sericulture exhibits. They were taller than me. One of them was muscular and white not as white as me! This is the chap I'm gonna tell you about. He came to us. At that time, I was just talking to that senioe girl. He came up and joined our conversation. He was talking nice.

I usually talk Kundakka-Mandakka with some take-it-easy-looking people. He started questioning me like "Where are you from? Where are you staying?" I was replying coolly "In the world. In a room." He smiled and I thought "Ha, take-it-easy-guy!". But he grabbed my hand and pulled me outside the building. He got mad but with spectators around he pretended to be smiling. He said that he was a Post Graduate! "Oh, good Heavens! 60 people out there but why me?". His grab was tight. From my childhood, it hurts when someone grabs or twists my hand(even for fun). I begged him to let me go and I kept telling him I was sorry. If I had known he was a senior.... No no... Super senior, I would've ducked like a duck. He hit me two times or even more. And then he let go my hand and he started to talk. I was like 'What's he gonna do?"

I must've helped someone in my previous birth (I don't believe in these things but for a sentence starter, this seems well) and that has saved me from him. He said that he was like me at my age. And advised me not to talk like that to strangers. I had no go-s. So All Nods I was. Man, it was horrible. Never have I had my heart beat that fast. It ended. If he sees me now, he gives a polite smile. I give the same back.

So, here's what I say:

Don't do anything I do. Can end up dangerous!

Don't know how to end it. But I think this is okay. Really?

Aanh! Mankatha da...!