The Food Court

Nearly after 10 min, I was caught by a high flashy light suggesting me once you enter there is no escape, I found myself standing in a long queue and shielding myself from strong pushes and multi color trays flying in every direction. I was thinking what my sentence is going to be like, a gentleman appeared after listening to my defense he said No: 394 and Rupees 175, and was directed towards another level, person over there was not that gentle he said 20 min minimum, I thought its possible only in Mumbai that even to get butchered you to stand in queue, I returned to my wooden cell to find out one of my group members is already finished as he was the first to commit that crime, after starting the quest again midway I found third member of the group is nearly out in stampede structure, finally 394 appeared in bold red letters, reached out for it, tray was pushed, I recited “Oh God”, hanging.

I always wondered why word court is used for a place that trade food, sounds gross, but thanks to that Sunday evening I got it all.

Thanks to economic drift from Mixed to capitalist structure, that has given you a place with nice marble lobbies, flashy neon signs and opportunity, to stroll past big brands and flooded counters that offered no relieve but uncertainty, whether you want to have food alone or waiting for others to arrive.

And the greatest paradox is even after a catchy note on “Self Service” which appears on every counter, Service tax not only appears on the bill, but is increased every year in the budget………Just think about it.