Engineers working on Project MOMO.

After we came to know that one of our junior had a moktu [* who doesn't know about the utensil used for making momos?], we went frenzy and decided to go for it as it was a week day and we wanted to have some fun.

Task was distributed and I along with one of my friend got a cockeyed task of fetching 2kgs of cabbage from the market in the clinchy heat. As someone had to go anyway, we went off.... complaining about the maladministration.

After our feeble efforts of bargaining had failed, we bought the 2kgs of cabbage in their original MRPs and were returning back when I remembered about the wizzing powder [*hucching powder as we say at our village].

'Arrey bhaiya, wizzing powder hai kya?'

'Bleaching powder? kitna packet?'

'nahi nahi..... wizzing powder!'

'Ab wo kya hota hai bhai?' :P

I became fretful as it was impossible to make him understand what hucching powder was, we decided to have our momos without one.

Work started, someone making chapatis [*roti sounds better than chapati right?], someone making kima[now don't tell me that you dont know about kima.... its the thing that you put inside momo... you dumbo], some playing loud music and that too of simple plan's and Jay Z. I urging them to play some hindi numbers so that the people around our flats would also enjoy.

With some interruptions in the electricity and some other minor problems,  we had cooked three sets of fashionable momos[30 in each].

Thats when our aunty[aunty... not aunt...] arrives, getting startled and amused at first when seeing young engineers busy at work. 

'Ye kya bana rahey ho?'

'Momo hai aunty'

Aunty was happy as she need not cook food for us for the evening. After reducing some numbers of momo from our cooker, she left praising us.

Meanwhile, some of our friends arrive... whom we had called to taste the dish of our place. 

I knew now it was obligatory to fetch some more cabbage and flour[maida] from the market. As my plea didn't work, I had to offer four momos before somebody agreed.

At around 8pm, we had our last set of momo placed on the moktu and everyone was tired and full on stomach too. Thats when someone called 'pakyo hai pakyo...'[Its cooked....] from inside.

We went rushing towards the kitchen.... though full on stomach.... we knew that this was the last set and god knows when we are going to have this type of day again.