Seen at Kolkata airport:
No rosogolla? What the major eff? People COME to Kolkata to get rosogollas, bro. This is like, the dumbest rule in the history of dumbest rules!
Needless to say, I glowered at the stupid man till he visibly bristled. Not that it did me any good.
The airport people took away my jar of rosogollas. Despite me insisting I couldn’t leave home without them. And now, I’ve to rot in PigSty without them. So annoying.
For those of you who are wondering what the giant fuss about rosogollas is all about, I suggest you take some time out to Google it. And maybe come to Kolkata and bite into one.
And no, canned spongy ones don’t count.
I am a racist when it comes to food, okay? I ABSOLUTELY REFUSE TO EAT THE FOLLOWING:
1. Aforementioned canned rosogolla – I don’t eat any other mishti (Bengali word for sweets) so I might as well eat the authentic ones from Kolkata.
2. Fries/ pakode that have been overcooked and thoroughly browned. Which I take as a personal insult.
3. Pork, because I loathe pigs. They barge into my territory. And they are the first citizens of the Hell hole I currently reside in. *sigh*
(I however, eat tons of chicken. I would even eat this:
…anyway back to the point. I’m still fuming. They didn’t let me carry my rosogollas back!!!!!!! How could they!? I’m assuming they’ve traded in their humanity for the brand spanking new air conditioning at the stupid Kolkata airport. Erm, okay it’s not stupid. I was exaggerating.
And when you’re sad and missing one kinda food, you (over)compensate with another kind, right?
(Everyone nod your heads, please. Pretend to be enthusiastic, too. Ah, thank you.)
So I had this.
The eyeball-y looking things are just onions, relax. And S ate one cabbagey leaf which she thought was lettuce. Don’t ask me why. Hahaha.
This was the lamest post I’ve ever done. I know, I know. It’s okay to be lame on the blogosphere.
Have any airport rules annoyed you?