Good Day
So this is what it was. One of my good friend's birthday was yesterday. So I thought to make it better. She likes my home cooked pasta. My Plan: I thought that I would make Pasta for lunch which she and rest of my team loves very much. (I even got an offer to open a pasta shop in patnership). And since I bring lunch to office pretty often, so to make it more special I will make breakfast also. I decided to make a mix sprout salad for breakfast, which I remember she liked when I made it the last time. I also took some 'Ferrero Rocher' as additional ammunition.
I woke up early morning (so that I am finished cooking well before my morning gym time). While I made the sprout salad as I desired, the Pasta turned out to be not quite to my liking (or in other words almost disaster. I blame the lack of sleep). The pasta was a bit undercooked and the texture was also not good. I felt so down. All the good work down the drain. "God! this cannot be happening". I thought. A good act should not result is such way. I was very sad. Then my room mate woke up. He tasted and said that it is feeling dry, why don't I put some mayonnaise on it. Great Idea. I added mayo, warmed it again in microwave and prayed to god. The pasta broke a little bit from reheating and now resembled more of a "halwa". I could not dare taste.
I went to office. My friend had made a plan not to tell anyone in office that it was her birthday. She said she did not like all the attention all day long and will tell everyone in evening only. Ok. Being her good friend and because of the principle of doing whatever the birthday person wishes is to be followed, I did not tell anyone. But since she was going to tell everyone in the evening, I ordered cake at office and to be delivered in the evening only.
The morning started off well. The sprout salad was like by all who ate it. (everyone took a bite) And my boss asked me if I got the idea from Master chef Australia, which I took as a compliment. But the disaster dish was still due in lunch. And I was afraid it will be a further failure if people eat it with the expectation levels set by the salad.
At lunch time, I took out the pasta, took my share and passed it along the table. Because of the look, everyone took only small quantity of it. And it came back to me with very little of it gone. But as soon as people tasted it, it was again in motion and everyone was helping themselves with a multiple servings. I was elated. And in the end people were even scratching the pasta off the sides (ok..a bit exaggeration). In short everyone loved it and again I was nominated for Mater Chef India. That last minute mayo had saved me and my pasta. So lesson learned, not to loose hope by any setback, things can go well.
Then in the evening, it was about time to leave for home and my friend had not told anyone that it was her birthday and hence I could not ask people for cake cutting. I asked her again when she was going to tell everyone. She told that she did not plan to tell anyone at all. I was startled. I told her that I had ordered cake. She said that she was afraid that I would do so, but she did not want anyone to know. I proposed that if she is not telling anyone, she should take it home. She replied that she already has 2 cakes at home, so won't take the cake home. I felt so angry at myself. I did not feel like talking to anyone. She must have sensed my anger, and after some time said that she would not mind if everyone knew now. I also knew she did not want it but was just doing to make me feel better. Still did not revolt.
So I invited everyone for cake cutting and everyone started scolding me for knowing and not telling anyone that it was her birthday. We cut the cake and and had a good talk later. Overall I think she liked it. And when she was leaving, she got to my seat had a little chat with us and then left, which is a big thing, because she never does that. So overall I felt good that I could help her have a little better day than what it would have been. So lesson revised - not to loose hope by any setback.
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