From the horrifically narrow roads, to the highest peaks, from the deserts to rafting creeks...... something which has traveled India as extensively as none of us, is this wonderful two minute recipe.

In places which were dependent only on solar energy, where cigarettes to find were only IMPACT and not any familiar looking thing but for the orange candies which reminded me of my childhood days. There lay a thing on the shelves, dwelling as if it were home....
The wondrous little yellow packet almost smiling as if to an old acquaintance, and I returned the gaze with a surprise of "hello buddy! you? here? how come?" .... Quite a magnificent job done by the distributors, its almost like finding Indians in India,
This is a dedication to this old friend, which has been loyal from our school days when we were so in love with singing "badi zoron ki bhookh lagi maggi chahiye mujhe abhi" while it was cooked.
To the days of the hostel, where we weren’t allowed to keep any electronics, not even an electric kettle. We cooked maggi almost soup like, by filling it a flask, with the hot water from our bathroom geyser.
When maggi was sometimes distributed at school, (promotion of course) we couldn't ever wait to get back home & eat it cooked. We tore the packets after crushing the insides into the smallest possible bits and adding the masala. As a child I found it too spicy, but I still couldn't resist eating it.
As we grew up, my boyfriend cooked maggi for me sometimes when I went to meet him, and I thought he could cook.
Dumb! DUMB! D.U.M.B! who couldn't cook maggi?
and even today with a tough day at work or when TGDC keeps us so engrossed, maggi becomes our saviour for the midnight meals.
Surprisingly It just doesn't take two minutes only to cook, but also to get consumed.
Hail maggi! from the smallest villages, to the college canteens, to some hip cafeterias we loved you raw, cooked, buttered, souped and cheesed.....
we've loved you for many two minutes in our lives.