O mess no more a "mess" :D??

Imagine sitting in a musty, dark dungeon and a ray of light shining upon you out of nowhere. Or a thunderbolt striking you in the midst of your boring stroll in the night. Or your grouch of a boss asking you to take a vacation instead of completing the dead-important task that has been thrust upon you. Similar emotions are what we felt as we entered our hostel's mess on Sunday night. Sunday dinners are usually well-liked by everyone, but last night the mess authorities decided to increase their popularity amongst the girls by serving noodles and French fries, along with channa masala. There was just one word for the food...awesome! It's not that the mess food is bad (I can almost feel the scorching glares of the residents of the guys hostel), it's just that the same routine every week makes eating dull and dreary. There's no more excitement left for the taste buds. And so, in a college that does not even offer soft drinks, it wasn't surprising to note people in the mess with a confused look, mouthing the words, "What happened to our mess??"