THE HEIGHT OF OPTIMISM

My Dad has always been my hero.One the characterics that I highly appreciate in him is his optimism.I was sixteen years old when my Dad sent me to hostel.I was supposed to stay there to complete my graduation.Just as it happens in all families,my Mom used to take extra care of my fooding habits.I was fed lavishly and luxoriusly at home.Lots of items on my plate in huge amounts( no wonder why doctors keep hinting me on my extra kilos).Now when my Dad was leaving me at hostel, he had to get his child all things I would ever need,starting from a mosquito net to a safety pin.

Cut to the hostel canteen.
After 6 hours of rigorous ragging,at around ten 'o clock night I got hold of the tray that my Dad had got for me and left for the canteen.I saw a long queue for food(as long as the one I saw when I was trying to get the tickets for Diwale Dulhaniya Le Jayenge) and the wonderful food we had - chappati and Aloo Gobi ki sabji(it was said that if you shouldnt shout that you had managed to get one gobi piece in your plate,otherwise the mess is gonna charge you more for this).Suddenly I found my seniors staring as if I were a monkey in a zoo.While two of them actually came up to me and asked where I had got this tray from.And then the lucky tray was actually getting more publicity and popularity than Shahrukh Khan.

Still guessing the reason why???
That is because for the chappatis and the poor Aloo Gobi sabzi my Dad had actually sent me a 2 feet long tray which had twelve big sections for twelve dishes.How I wanted then to pull his nose till he howls.Certainly I was in no mood to appreciate his optimism then.