GUNDE KEBAB

Even since I landed in the campus the brake shoes of my life lost its grips. Every day the urge of an extra CV point surges the speed. For a change I decided to take a power break in the form of a city visit.
Me and my neighbor, the humble soul from Uttaranchal, decided to visit Hazratganj. Soon after the classes were over we boarded the UPSRTC bus. I was absolutely shocked to see the digital display showing ‘ORDINARY FARE’ time and again instead of the destination. This is how India works. As the bus crossed the IIML gate it turned into a school bus. The KV boys and girls filled every square inch of the bus. Soon we reached IET, then Hazratganj.
This is one of the better looking places in Lucknow. We started roaming aimlessly. Then suddenly I decided to buy speakers. We went to the ‘Naza Market’, the computer peripherals wholesale market. After a bit of Market Research and bargaining we were tired. Only Tunde Kebab could have re-energized us. We proceeded towards Aminabad.
Soon we were in front of the famous shop ‘Tunde Kebab’, the birth place of this unique variety of kebab. It is so named because it was first prepared by a one armed chef. We didn’t waste our time exploring the history and took our seats inside the dingy restaurant. Our orders came in no time. I was shocked to find that ‘Tunde Kebab’ was basically scoops of mashed mutton. It was definitely different. But it is safe to hold back the tongue in defining its delicacy. This form of kebab can be readily consumed with least effort. It involves no exercised of your gums, you just need to swallow the stuff. ‘Tunde Kebab’ is generally accompanied with roti or paratha. I tried enjoying the food, so do my friend. Soon after finishing the kebabs we returned to Hazratganj. I didn’t explored different shops looking for speakers as I was already feeling pinches in my stomach. The speakers were bought instantly and soon we were on our way back to the campus. This time the pain in my stomach was sharp. And then it became difficult as we reached Aliganj. Bumper and potholes were like punches in my stomach. Though my stomach was well protected with multiple layers of lipid, still it was difficult for me to bear this shock treatment. My immune system which was already weakened by eating Mess Food was no match for the ‘Tunde Kebab’. It has caused catastrophe, making my entire body numb. My silent friend became active and ordered the auto driver to increase the throttle. I thanked Mayawati for timely repair of the Sitapur road, the pot holes and bumpers were much lesser now. We reached our campus, and then the auto swayed to the Hostel.
Now I am lying down waiting for my altered body clock to induce sleep at 4AM. ‘Tunde’ has destroyed my Sunday, so ‘Tunde’ is GUNDE for me.