No, this is not a recipe and hence is in the right blog...
Everytime I don't take my lunch box to college...er...office and have to eat at the cafetaria, one infamous (in my mind) dish pops up in the menu - 'Tindly Dum Fry'.
I used to have an aversion towards the name of the dish and never ever cared to find out what 'tindly' is for many months and I used to skip taking the buffet whenever that dish was served. Finally, 3 weeks back, I dared to try out the dish and found out that 'tindly' is Ivy Gourd or 'Dondakaya'. I managed to taste it, but hated the way it was made by the cafeteria.
As sadness and grief makes poets out of men (as in mankind), the agony 'Tindly Dum Fry' was subjecting me to, caused a poem to flow out of me within minutes of eating the horrendous dish.
Why why why
Why Tindly Dum Fry
Everytime I ate
That was what they made
Tindly tindly who art thou?
Did I ever hurt you somehow?
ROFL!!!
Why did I release this blog now if I ate the dish and made up the poem three weeks back? After three whole weeks of eating from my lunch box, I decide to give it a break and plan to eat at the cafeteria today, and guess what I see in the menu...
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