whats up doc ? whats cooking ?

Here is the story of our khichari(actually was tehri or can say pulao). As any usual day, me, kesar, chauhan n bajpai were having Yuktahar. Food was okish(tell u the truth, we were eating coz we had paid the money ). Anyways, we saw some of our great seniors making rotis, and then some of the gals from our batch also joined in. The young blood in our body also jumped, we should also do something. Then chauhan forced me to go to vinayak ji n ask him if we can help n I did. And, we end up with a promise of coming next day n making khichari.

So, breaking thy habit, I woke up at 10.00 n made sure that all others are on the planet, took shower, got dressed & left exactly at 11.00. The three crooks, oops sorry, the three cooks, on our mission, arrived at the war land. There were lots of vegetables and other stuff to fight against us. But knifes were on our side. Then the war started, we all fought bravely, cutting each n every rotten part of vegetables, we cleared our way to presser cooker. But we were weak coz there were no spices on our side. We had just salt, red chili & turmeric powder, rest all already left (u know what I mean). But we didn’t loose hope n continue fighting. After putting the remains of vegetables in cooker we closed the top & did same to the rice after some time.

But the war wasn’t over then, coz we had to feed the civilians. We waited for rice to get cooked, n we waited n waited ….., but nothing happed , centuries passed but nothing happened ( we broke the record of Birbal anyways), people were starving to death. Then vinayak ji rose from the background with a bigger stove with him. Bingo, we creaked the nut.

When pulao was about to serve, I was kinda worried. What if the vegetables haven’t died? What if they had poisoned the rice? But god is great every one liked our pulao.

And hence great great @nks had once again saved the day ( with the help of his frnz !!).