i hate mess

When I first came to Pune for my studies four and a half years ago, all everyone back home was worried about, was my food. I was always very particular about the things that I liked when it came to choosing cuisines. And this set had a limited cardinality. In fact very limited, which is why I could never adjust to a thing called mess. I can bear a mess in just about everything else, but this mess was beyond all tolerance levels. And as I had a roomi who was ever ready to eat outside, the hotels in Pune were browsed one by one. Not that I am the most hefty eater of them all, but a connoisseur for good food for sure. I like quality rather than quantity and the quantity that I eat is always decided by the quality of the food, something very peculiar about my hunger.

I could never last at one single mess for more than a month. And mine was always a good deal for the owner of the mess , as even in that one month I used to needlessly pay him for the 10 odd days that I used to eat outside and not in the mess. The only respectable exception was our college canteen where I lasted for about 1 year (not consecutive of course). This was a tribute not to the quality of the food they served, but to the coupon system that they employed. This system allowed us to buy a fixed number of coupons and use them anytime. So we could consume the coupons whenever we were bored of eating outside in hotels.

Not that all messes were bad. There were some good ones, but I used to get bored a bit too early as the food used to get monotonous (or that was the excuse I used to discontinue from a mess). And probably there was another reason. I disliked a thing called regularity, a quality required to continue with this messy business. You have to always go to the mess on time. Otherwise there is no food left for you. I could hardly ever manage this.

I passed out and joined the industry and nothing much has changed. At the start of each month I pledge that I will join a mess or get a tiffin from somewhere, but that just turns out to be a new month resolution, something that's always pushed to the next month. The hotels here are so enticing and the messes are so dull (or my mindset in this case is so rigid) that I just can't resist the temptation of choosing the former, day after day after day. And there are other advantages as well. For instance it's 11 in the night and I have been browsing and blogging for the last 3 hours with the assurance that there will be hotels waiting for me. If it was a mess, I would have had to follow their timing and could not have posted this mess here.