By Karmishtha Krishna
Two minutes to happiness –
A matter of joy, nostalgia and pride to Indian families
“Mamma, Maggi bana do na” echoes in my mind
As I crush the cake and add masala to the boiling water
The only gourmet snack I can cook
The only gourmet snack I can never let go of
The ‘Maggi’ fragrance fills my home
A mixture of spices so sweet, so tender
Strongly reminiscent of lunch breaks at school
Of grabbing chunks of cold noodles from steel dabbas
Of finding the longest noodle in a bowl full of hundreds
Of seeing who can slurp up the soup faster
The ‘Maggi’ fever became a revolution in Indian households
A back-up in the kitchens of those
Who never really saw themselves becoming master-chefs
A symbol of bonding
Between siblings on the dining table
Between friends at roadside tapris
Between lovers on cold rainy days
Between childhood and adulthood -
A constant in the lives of those
Who never really wanted to grow up.
So this ones for you, Nestle.
For making me proud of my Indianness.
For uniting Indians to the core
Irrespective of all the possible differences
In just two impossible minutes.