The Swiggy guy

 

This incident happened almost two years ago, but it's still, fresh in my memory. Maybe the quarantine has given me so much time to recollect the past, I don't know. Whatever. I miss everything about hostel life, including "I am ordering food from outside, hence, you are giving me company by ordering too." Well, the logic behind this is that, if one orders food from outside, everyone will try a bite. And a hosteller would understand how much this 'bite' means! (No offence guys. We all did it, and that's completely normal). Okay! So coming to ordering food, I was more of a Swiggy person, and Swiggy Pop was my favourite because, no delivery charge! (I seriously miss it now!) 

It was one such day when we decided to order food from outside. The evening snack was dull, and we had no snacks (our stock I mean). It was about 9 PM. My friends had ordered their choice and I being the confused soul, took a while to decide on what I wanted to eat. Finally, I ordered 'something' (I don't remember what I ate in the morning, so don't expect me to remember what I ate two years ago). My friends' food reached, and they were waiting for the arrival of my 'so-called-something'. Desperately walking on the corridor of our hostel where stray cats stayed without paying a penny, my eyes were stuck on the motorbike on Swiggy map, which indicated 10 minutes away! DELICIOUS FOOD EN ROUTE. I could hear my stomach growl, and this 10 minutes remained 10 minutes for the past 30 minutes, thus killing my patience. Suddenly, my phone rang, and of course, it was the man I was waiting for… the Swiggy guy.
I picked up the call.
"Madam, where is your location?"
"Near MS Swaminathan Research Foundation. Opposite Indira Nagar railway station. Come inside the gate and turn left to the dead end." I said all this in one breath.
"Oh…that place?"
"Which place?"
"My friends had told me that the place is dark and scary."
"Well, there are fewer street lights, and some places are dark. It's not scary, though."
"Madam, I am scared to come."
"What?"
By then, I had reached my friend's room as my desperation was at its peak.
"Madam?"
"Yeah! What do you want me to do now?"
"Can you come to the main road, please?"
"What? No way! My curfew time is 9:30, and I have no option to come outside now."
(My curfew was at 10 PM but if I could walk to get my parcel, I would have walked to the nearest restaurant and ate my food hot. Right?)
"Madam. I am scared".
Resting my forehead on my palm and pissed. "What do you want me to do, and where are you?"
"I am ten minutes away from your location."
"Still?"
"Madam, I am still scared to come. Can you do me a favour?"
"What is it?"
My friend notices all this commotion but chose to stay silent as I was pissed.
"Can you stay on the call until I reach your location?"
"WHAT? What will I tell you for ten minutes?"
"Please don't tell no ma'am. I am scared."
"Alright!"
My friend waved her hands and asked who was on the call with hand gestures. Muting the call, I showed her my screen, and she burst out laughing.
"Madam? Are you there? Please say something. I am reaching your place."
"Aaaa aaa!! I can see the map. You are six minutes away.
Five minutes away

 Four minutes away…."

I rushed to the gate 
"Three minutes away
Two minutes away
Aaaa reached"

And he actually did reach. Though I was angry a moment ago, I couldn't stop laughing when he arrived with my food 'alive'. I was worried if he would call me to return from my location; thankfully, he didn't. Though his fear was strange to me, I still remember this order from the 'n' number of food we ordered during our memorable days at ACJ!