DABBA - The lunch time experience

Suddenly I realized, i hadn't written something for a long time. The last been a 3 months back about loving someone whom you never met before.
Even the worst thing is that, I didn't even have an idea for a story. 
So it’s time to utilize Microsoft office tools and do a free writing exercise in place of a story, and simply accept my physical and creative limitations.
So it is the story of the Lunch Box – We used to call it DABBA.
The most searched item in the school bag.

“Chipun…come here!” Maa was screaming in the morning, running after me with a glass of milk in her hand. It was a regular weekday, and the bonding with my bed in the cold winter morning, still pulling me down under the blanket.

“Ohh Maa !! Can i skip School one day??” And guess what have happened next.

Lectures Lectures Lectures !! Just can close the ear and feel why i ain't deaf ?

I was now in Std-Viii , and according to me, i am enough grown up to skip milk. Small babies drank milk, and not the children who go the big school. All his friends talked about drinking cold drinks instead of milk. 

Why am not carrying chips to school instead of a tiffin box, which was carried by babies and kids.

‘Maa, please! I hate milk…’ But i never knew what i hate the most is the mandate for me L. At last got up, got ready for the school and are you still wondering what happened to the milk?? Half became a part of my digestive system (let the digestive enzyme screw that up) and half were drained off in the basin with a tight flow of water side along.

Finally it’s time to go for school, My Hercules AXN ready for the jolts on the road.
‘Wait, you’re forgetting something…’ said Maa, as she picked up the tiffin box.
“What’s there today??”  It’s your favorite Roti and Aloo Bhaja. 

So it’s time to reach the bus stop before the Bus leave the Stop. And what to say about the conductor?? He never allowed me to put my head out of the windows.
Hope i can write his name as the example of bad conductor in the electronics class. :p

It was a big group of ours in the School. Half of them are seriously studious, and few were gluttons who can eat up everything that came there way, even the chalks and the duster.

After a tiresome four back to back classes, we felt like “ chuha daud raha hai pet mein” . Seriously its not chuha, Some times Cat and dogs too !!

Even sometimes we finish it in between the classes , so that we can get enough time to play during the recess break. And even many times were caught eating during classes and were thrown out of the class and sometimes caned also.

But it was the DABBA which matters. The fight for it, the bite of the biggest slice matters as well.

The best thing is the way of approaching it .Just like the way the village dogs approach the flesh.

            Just a simple logic: -
 

            Open it, Put your hand with the threshold and close your eyes. 

        The next moment nothing is left, even no one can realize what was there inside?

            Things have seriously changed now. 

            It’s time to stay far away from home. Cook your own food.
            Pack your DABBA for the lunch and rush for the Office.
            One day I realized is it not the same story?? But the context has changed.

            Time is flying though it has not got wings. 

           That was a day of LEARNING. And now it’s the day of EARNING.

           What comes common in between is the DABBA.

           Dedicated to all my friends who are part of my DABBA journey J