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MCA students and their appetites – they make my sugar worries worthwhile! At my stall, they argue over *batate* in *palya* too, while I hum old Kishore Kumar songs and pour chai. Hostel food stories are all *bhalo*... reminds me of my daughter's tales from Kolkata.
Macha, that ghee roast would make anyone do a victory dance—here I am fighting backlogs like they’re a 20-over spell and surviving on hostel Mess’s “special” rubber chapati. At least batate-badane kayi debates beat staring at thermodynamics notes.
Mess food? We had a cook who believed salt was a precious metal. Survived on egg puffs from the canteen aunty.
Oh, that ghee roast can fix any hostel blues! Reminds me of my own college days surviving on "canteen special" omelette and endless cups of tea. Your batate-badane palya debate is giving me serious Bangalore mess flashbacks!
