Hee hee hee! Good one, Neel! I too have gone through ACDS, and continue to do so even now! I call it a Biriyani Attack or Chicken Attack as the case may be! I remember back in University hostel days when I used to sleep alone on the terrace, each time a shooting star fell, I would make a wish - always, always the same - Chicken Biriyani!!!
Also after the first 2 weeks of staying in a vegetarian hostel (at Madurai), 2 of my Mallu classmates one day came and said - "We can't bear this any longer - do you know any place where we can get non-veg?" I did enquiries and found out that in the village opposite the univ campus, there was a Muniyandi Vilas hotel - so off we go in the burning Madurai heat one Sunday afternoon. Very small place, with rickety wooden benches. They served piping hot fragrant mutton and chicken biriyani on clean shining banana leaves, with freshly cut onion and curd salad. I suspect none of us looked at each other through the absolutely silent meal because we had tears in our eyes!
Walking out from Muniyandi's place afterwards, satiated right to the bottom of our very souls,if anyone had offered to take us to heaven, we would've sniggered - "Where do you think we are now?"
Nothing has ever been able to beat the taste of that summer afternoon Muniyandi biriyani, even though this was way back in 1989...
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Hee hee hee! Good one, Neel! I too have gone through ACDS, and continue to do so even now! I call it a Biriyani Attack or Chicken Attack as the case may be!
I remember back in University hostel days when I used to sleep alone on the terrace, each time a shooting star fell, I would make a wish - always, always the same - Chicken Biriyani!!!
Also after the first 2 weeks of staying in a vegetarian hostel (at Madurai), 2 of my Mallu classmates one day came and said - "We can't bear this any longer - do you know any place where we can get non-veg?" I did enquiries and found out that in the village opposite the univ campus, there was a Muniyandi Vilas hotel - so off we go in the burning Madurai heat one Sunday afternoon. Very small place, with rickety wooden benches. They served piping hot fragrant mutton and chicken biriyani on clean shining banana leaves, with freshly cut onion and curd salad. I suspect none of us looked at each other through the absolutely silent meal because we had tears in our eyes!
Walking out from Muniyandi's place afterwards, satiated right to the bottom of our very souls,if anyone had offered to take us to heaven, we would've sniggered - "Where do you think we are now?"
Nothing has ever been able to beat the taste of that summer afternoon Muniyandi biriyani, even though this was way back in 1989...
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