The Fried( Free ) Rice

Time around 13:00 UAE..
Location : The Desert in Jebel Ali..Expected to become the worlds Largest Airport
My Status: Hungry..


I was so hungry when i reached my site office after five hours of tiresome travel and talking..I was not at all in the mood to getdown from the pikup as i know i had to wait another half an hour to get my food from the canteen..

So my eyes wandered hopelessly through my vehicle..then i noticed a familiar packet in the corner of the back seat..

whats that..? looks like my colleague..Mr. Rojan's lunch box..

How it happened to be ther?...yeah..thats it.

In the morning frenzy he might forget it in the vehicle..without knowing that he was supposed to stay back in the Dubai office for the day..So naturally the lunch box along with vehicle now travelled 56KM away from him...

Anyway..it was really a nice thing for me..

I carried the box with a sheepish smile to the dining room..it was kinda heavy...

It was friedrice and chicken curry for the day..I remembered his face looked like a neon lamp when he told me that hes gonna have friedrice on the previous day..Since i knew that iam gonna have the usual sausage curry and rice..i felt jealous..i cursed my roomie..since he was not in my room to help me to make something different..

I started eating..the taste was so good and the chicken curry was around 0.5Kg itself..So after some time i fedup..but still there left 1/3 of the meal in the box..That was inteneded for a man weighing almost 120Kg, that is 1.5 times my weight..

..When satisfied i had a devilish idea..i rang up him..

R: Hello

Me: Hi

R: What?

Me: U had lunch..?

R: No ya..still working will have it in 30min..u?

Me: ya..im having

R: from where ,canteen?..

Me: No i got chicken fried rice..

R: thats good man..from canteen? how much.?

Me: No free..

R: Really..hows it?

M: Excellent chicken quantity is too high for me..?

R:..eerr...

I heard Rojans voice shivering..he got something..so i made that killer blow...

M: How many times i 've to tell u..i dont like white rice..

He roared in anger and it came out as a yell in deep pain..Food is his weakness....He couldnt do anything but to pray for his friedrice..

R: Dont waste it..i was so eager to eat that..

Me: i'll try ..no im sorry its too much for me..i got to let u down buddy..

R: OK( his voice was so trembling)...


With great satisfaction i finished that days work..and i did another worse thing by leaving his lunch box abandoned in the dining room..it was holidays for the next two days..err..what to do..he will kill me..