Little bit of everything

We as Indians are a peculiar figure not only to the people living in other countries whose perceptions might be prejudiced by the notion of the Orientals and brown charming people who live in shitty conditions and are overflowing in almost every other goddamn country but we are peculiar to ourselves as well. When the daughter of the neighbour is talking with the unknown guy in low-waist jeans, i will feel the urge to share it with everyone and let them know that all the vices in the world originate from this very phenomenon but when my daughter is doing the same, i will call her quietly and try to get sense in her otherwise i will publicly disown her. my job as a parent in limited only till the offspring takes heed of me otherwise we will kill her. Coming back to the relevance of topic,when we Indians, are at a holy ceremony or public weedings(this is deliberate) or some kind or any kind of buffet where we get to choose from a variety of dishes.Point to note is that these kind of occasions did not arise in the past when people used to sit on the floor and some people used to serve so that the dishes were limited and also the money to arrange for some random people to serve the dishes. Then came the idea from west ,why do people need to be given the food, they can take it themselves from some facility which would allow them to not waste food as well. We as indians did not realise the idea of this concept. As i started moving among the crowded line of people flocking the side of a long buffet table, i found a plate and i took it and i found a spoon and i took it. I found a bowl and i took it. I started moving to the real section. i saw salad and took a chunk of it so that if i had to survive on it, i could but also judiciously disposing it to a small section of the plate, i found the pickle and i took a chunk of it,what if there were no curry and i had to just suffice with pickle. i found the chapati and i took 4. normally i would eat 2 but many a time when i get hungry i can manage 4. as the line kept moving gradually i was making sure i miss nothing. i got curry which was literally overflowing my bowl. i moved on . i saw paneer. viola. hell i took only i bowl. i do not move back and get a bowl, i ask the guy beside me to ask the guy besides him to ask the guy beside him....to the guy currently near the bowl section to pass a bowl. by the way,this is the usual way we transport anything. this is called Chained serial  automatization. i move on with liberal amount of paneer in my bowl. then i saw dal, i did not have bowl but i moved on being in high profile party and i did not want people to think that i was coming from food-stricken places.my plate was already full. then i saw bhindi i resisted my temptation while people in front and back took liberal amounts of it.i saw kaju curry,i dont like it these days coz who the hell puts kaju in a sour dish.i saw aloo gobi, anyways not my concern,i dont like it. i saw desert, gulab jamun ,there was no place on my plate,i moved on , i saw custard. who the hell keeps two types of desert in a single occasion. i had to move on. then finally the buffet table ended. i looked for a place to sit on. i found a lonely spot and moved on to it. my mind was fighting terrible battles over my foolishness. i was such a big fool. anyways, its just a party there will be many more,i should probably finish my food and go back home.
i went out to the washroom, flushed my hands, combed my hair.
now i was practically a new person, i left the loo, joined the buffet line,this time,taking a little bit of everything.