The Grand Gesture of Nostalgic Camaraderie

I promised this post 6 weeks ago, so yes, it is very late.

Background: I got a job at a very prestigious company, and as is commonplace with people in India (of my age and less), one gets asked for a “treat” first and congratulated later. I am not an exception and so I was required to treat a lot of people on this happy occasion. So for my 24 classmates, I decided to try something no student had ever done before.

I wanted to try serving them a full sit-down meal in the classroom itself.

Food service is a special skill in India. Several Indian cultures lay emphasis on the art of service, and there is a lot of pride attached in making and serving a meal good enough to satisfy the person being served. I’ve seen my mother enjoy that pleasure, I’ve read a story about women wearing compliments like a badge of merit, and I’ve previously experienced the pride and satisfaction in serving an enjoyable meal, which is why I wanted to take it to the next level. Yes, I understand I am a man. No, I do not see anything wrong with it.

Pilot LunchI had done a pilot test before, which other friends were able to enjoy. Here is the picture of that pilot test.

I started preparations 4 days in advance, buying paper plates, spoons and cups, and necessary raw material.

It just so happened that the Wednesday I was supposed to cook all that food was the day a few friends and I decided to have a sleepover at my place. So much of the evening was spent entertaining my friends. When they all went to sleep, around 1 or 2 AM, I can’t remember, I started to cook, and I cooked throughout the night.
Here follows a heroic montage of food in the process of cooking. Feel free to skip over it. Food doesn’t look good while in the process of cooking.

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So the beans and cheese happened in one night, but the kofta didn’t so I didn’t take the food to serve on that day. I was sad because there were people in class who had actually not arranged for lunch because they were expecting it from me. So that evening I rolled up my sleeves and finished all the cooking, and took it to college the next day.

The day I took the food was the day our class had decided to have a “fellowship lunch”, which turned out to be a Potluck lunch. So my curries were just two of many, many tasty dishes that we put together for one glorious day. Here are some pictures of that now:

We had to invite our friends from other classes because we had so much food left over! 😀

It was a great meal, and we as a class bonded over it nicely. It was the second last day of class, so we basically had a load of free hours, so we continued by clicking a ton of photos together and playing a group game called Mafia which I taught the class. It was so popular that the next day (last day) we spent all our hours playing Mafia.

You may or may not know that I spent only one year with this class of 25 – we all elected to take Computer Science as our specialization and we moved from our respective triple majors to this class. It was a great last week in general, and it ended on as high a note as we could possibly expect. I will carry fond memories of the 24 people in that class who changed my life as I proceed into the next project/phase of my life. 🙂


This was quite a personal post. I generally write stories and essays, which you can find here: Library.
But hey, if you’re looking for recipes for the kofta or rajma, leave me a comment. I’ll happily add instructions with full pictures. 😀
Thank you for reading! 🙂