The Shaitan wakes up, having a thought- "Feeling damn bored and hungry. Let's go for biryani" and passes this to his fellow Shaitan via text or phone, seldom does a Shaitan has biryani all alone. Simple though it might sound, but for an average Nawabi Shaitan, it's a big plan to finally get to that plate of Biryani, which can make even the noblest of humans into a scavenging Shaitan.
The first hurdle is in the form of who's gonna pick who. Both the Shaitan's have their own steeds of steel in their stables, but also a greater amount of lazy evil attitude. But the impending hunger for the biryani overpowers the evil and one of the Shaitan agrees to give in. The battle is not won by the other Shaitan, as the previous one is out of something which is undoubtedly the most influential commodity of a young Shaitan- Petrol. Curse might he, for the lack of it in the other Shaitan's steed, but the larger interest gives way for such petty issues.
All is not well. Steeds have been mounted, but the destination is not an easy decision. You've got Paradise, Garden, Hyderabad House, Alpha, Bawarchi, Niagara, Sohail, Kababish, Cafe Bahar, Basra Cafe, Shadaab, the list is endless. There goes a flood of inquiry calls asking for the best joint. The discussion turns out to be a matter of National Debate, each Shaitan pitching his own stand, pushing his favorite joint as in the Best of National Interests. In the meanwhile, this inquiry sparks the hunger in the minds of the noblemen. As said before, they are no longer noble after they hear the word "Biryani", saddling up their own steeds without even the thought of having a second thought.
Just as you are now beginning to think, all is now well, not so soon. Who's gonna ride the steed? Who's gonna shell out the moolah? Who's gonna ride back home? Well, all these for the sake of just one thing- Biryani.
p.s.- The Cheif Shaitans involved in the above narration, at any given time- Mrunal Rao, Anand Raj, Kalyan Chakravarthy, Kartic, Mukesh, Praveen, TASK force etc. And, the list of restaurants are not exhaustive. My apologies, if I have missed out any Shaitan's particularly favorite joints.
The first hurdle is in the form of who's gonna pick who. Both the Shaitan's have their own steeds of steel in their stables, but also a greater amount of lazy evil attitude. But the impending hunger for the biryani overpowers the evil and one of the Shaitan agrees to give in. The battle is not won by the other Shaitan, as the previous one is out of something which is undoubtedly the most influential commodity of a young Shaitan- Petrol. Curse might he, for the lack of it in the other Shaitan's steed, but the larger interest gives way for such petty issues.
All is not well. Steeds have been mounted, but the destination is not an easy decision. You've got Paradise, Garden, Hyderabad House, Alpha, Bawarchi, Niagara, Sohail, Kababish, Cafe Bahar, Basra Cafe, Shadaab, the list is endless. There goes a flood of inquiry calls asking for the best joint. The discussion turns out to be a matter of National Debate, each Shaitan pitching his own stand, pushing his favorite joint as in the Best of National Interests. In the meanwhile, this inquiry sparks the hunger in the minds of the noblemen. As said before, they are no longer noble after they hear the word "Biryani", saddling up their own steeds without even the thought of having a second thought.
Just as you are now beginning to think, all is now well, not so soon. Who's gonna ride the steed? Who's gonna shell out the moolah? Who's gonna ride back home? Well, all these for the sake of just one thing- Biryani.
p.s.- The Cheif Shaitans involved in the above narration, at any given time- Mrunal Rao, Anand Raj, Kalyan Chakravarthy, Kartic, Mukesh, Praveen, TASK force etc. And, the list of restaurants are not exhaustive. My apologies, if I have missed out any Shaitan's particularly favorite joints.
