This post is probably going to make my family freak out. (To them, Relax! I didn’t kill anyone. Do me a favor by not letting my grandma know 😉 ). This one is an old post I wrote about me being an eggetarian.
So here you go, I call it ‘The Chicken Chapter’ of my life. 😛
One fine day, I was sharing my lunch with my friends in college and all of a sudden someone poured beef curry into my plate. I was shocked and reacted as if it is poison. Later, that day I was questioning myself. “Why! Why the hell did I react with an unknown impulse”. That is when I realised even if I didn’t really know, I probably had these reflex reactions planted inside me. I wanted to get rid of exactly those. An aversion towards something I knew nothing about was not really reasonable.
Next day, I called my friend and said “buy me, chicken today”. For me, saying that aloud was like going against everything taught by my family. By then, I really had a desire to try. We went to a restaurant near college ordered a plate of chicken fry (I forgot the actual name of the recipe, it looked dry). I had one full plate of chicken in front of me and my friend was eyeing as if it was a game of dare.
I actually thought that I may like it when I had it on my plate. I gave it a shot and I could hardly swallow a piece, it was just chewy. It literally had no taste other than the flavor of masala coated outside. Just a raw texture and thats it? I mean vegetables all have their own unique taste and ‘the chicken’ everyone talks so much about has no taste! I tried again and again. Nothing, then I knew I don’t like chicken. Shey!
So to all my friends who told me that “Try once and then you will know”. Blahh! It doesn’t even taste good. Wonder why people like chicken fry so much! At least, my motive was served, I lost the reflex :D. Back to being a vegetarian, as boring as it sounds.