Falooda Life

I stepped inside a famous restaurant with my mom for dinner yesterday. I was completely famished and was desperate to fill my craving stomach, but i wanted to try something refreshing.

Something caught my eyes at the far end of the menu. The name and its description made my brain to process a beautiful vivid image of a frozen colored layers of ice creams, fruits and nuts. "I cant wait anymore", i told myself. I was frantically calling out for waiters and even small boys who were cleaning the table, "Falloda, Falloda". Few people in the near by tables were throwing a nasty look at me, and i usually have a knack of interpreting those looks and gestures. The result of my interpretation was

A middle aged women : "Why don't you learn some manners".
A cleaning guy:  "I wont give a sH3$ about what you order,just butt off".
A middle aged man, with dothi : "What in the world are you asking for, sounds so weird".

A waiter came around and my mom started placing the order. By the time he has taken his order i ended up uttering the name Falooda for more than five times. I felt i should not show my excitement since the waiter started treating me like a kid.

My hungry belly was continuously instructing my lips to chant the tasty name. I was making a vague effort trying to explain my mom about Falooda and she was not interested,  but managed to nodded her head and was listening to me. I waited impatiently peering over the ice cream section just behind my table.

 After lots of signals and sign languages the waiter hurried towards us, skillfully placing a tall glass with thick luscious creamy flavours. In no time i started exploring my way through this delicacy and enjoyed the surprises it had. My mom said "I wanted to tell you.." and  i became deaf  in this tasty freeze...

A Kulfi topped with red cherry, then came a creamy white vanilla ice cream, lush saffron vermicelli,  rich rocky nuts that began to flow above the melting chocolate layer. Then came my favorite fruits that said "Oh, please don't forget to taste me in the midst of  Miss. Vanilla and Mr.Chocolate". I dint disappoint them, though few grapes tasted sour. Finally my spoon hit the hard bottom of the glass after getting lost in the  green jelly. At last i came to my senses. my taste buds were happy. I heard my mom saying "..and i was really worried what is going to happen.."  My stomach was full, and i felt so satisfied savouring Falooda.

We reached home around 9.00 pm with Falooda taste lingering in taste buds. I went to sleep around 9.30 that night. Before I was scuba diving into "Daylight" occurrences. I was hearing "Who is taking this task?", "Nisha is on leave eh?", " Hello Monki , where are you?", " I used to crochet lately", " Ama, Falloda supera irrukum", "Auto kaar left la niruthunga",.. this continued and suddenly i heard a voice saying "I wanted to tell you.."  It was my mothers voice and after that i cant remember anything she said. Then i realised that i heard nothing when she was actually telling something to me.

My mind said " You dint hear what you mother was telling? She was talking her heart out. She managed to listen to you when you were blabbering about a ice cream. But you dint even care to listen to your mother. Before my mind started to shout  "You selfish..." I opened my eyes. I felt guilty for disappointing a beautiful soul  that loves me with all that she had. I felt bad,.i still feel bad.

I don't want to end this experience with a philosophy. But the truth is

" Life is like a layered Falooda. Enjoy it before it melts..and at the same time listen to the people around you when they really need your attention"

I know i know,.this is the weirdest quotation you had ever heard of.
But quotations  are the product of experiences. (Hey howzzat!!!)