The two most important F-words in the lives of the cash-strapped singletons like me. Singletons, who live away from home, in the student communities of Delhi like Munirka, Katwaria, Ber Sarai etc. Places, which aren’t exactly gastronomic paradises.
It’s even more fun when ‘free’ is an adjective defining the food.
No, we’re not going to discuss any other F-words here.
Disclaimer The
Neurotic One shall use this narcissistic recluse to blow his own trumpet, to
question the parentage of Communists and to blast the world for what it is.
Readers who do not concur, are requested to bend over and kiss his buttocks.
Readers are also strongly advised against side effects of reading Neurotica,
such as strong nausea, splitting headaches, insomnia, visions of Baba Sehgal
chasing you in a thong, suicidal depression, delirium, anti social behaviour,
transformtion into an ugly toad, nightmares about ugly and naked fat men, STDs,
Kafka dreams or brief flashes of intelligence.
If you do feel these side effects, oh well. Sue me.
