Who moved my chocolates?
“Life is like chocolate, it’s the bitter that makes one appreciate the sweet”
The scene opens at T’s Den ).
The main Male protagonist visibility shaken by the events of the day is speaking on the phone with his MIL. The anxiety writ large on his face.
The main Female protagonist is furious and is holding a court . The accused or for now I can call them suspects are her two teenage children.
The offence – robbing their mom off her two precious bars of dark chocolates .
The question that baffles MP is How can the mother control the kids if she herself is equally childish ?
The FP is pained. Only those who have passion for the sacred thing called chocolate or chocolat as the French call it can understand the feeling .
Sensuous, silky, bitter, sweet, nutty, fruity, intoxicating aromatic chocolate.
The arguments continue and the tension mounts . The suspects plead not guilty but their plea is brushed off .
The MP is still trying to find some logic and calls his wife’s mother for some much-needed help but discovers that the chocolate crazy MIL is proving to be of no help and is actually siding by his tantrum throwing wife. He is not amused. He curses and slams down the phone .
The boys have taken a vow of silence (any thing you say will be held as an evidence against you) and are pretending to look as innocent as they possibly can.
The questioning continues.
The bars of chocolate in question were hidden at a secret (supposed to be secret) place to be eaten at leisure at some perfect time but now that box stares at the owner. Empty. Not even some leftover crushed pieces. No sign of any evidence.
The situation is grim .
After long session of one woman verbal onslaught everyone is tired.With damp eyes and broken heart the FP declares that the suspects are grounded till they confess or at least find the culprit.
There is a loud protest and slogans about child abuse and freedom of children and their rights .They all fall on deaf ears.
The court is adjourned .
The MP tries to put in his efforts to calm the situation but there seems to be no end to the flying tempers .
The boys want the sanctions to be lifted. The FP wants her prized possessions back. The MP wants peace on at least one Sunday of his life.
FP decides to take a day off from the kitchen and pulls a quilt over her head and sulks. NO Chocolates, No FOOD.
The suspects bang the door to their cell (room) and accuse each other of having put the other one under suspicion.
The MP picks up his car keys and rushes out in rage .
Uneasy Silence descended at T’s den.
The scene closes.
Scene 2 opens with the MP placing two new bars of liqueur filled dark chocolates on the table with strict orders to the boys to lay off them.
After an endless wait the FP finally decides to work on her beloved PC and leaves the sulk bed to come to the other room.
Her eyes catch the gleaming bars of deliciously sinful bars of chocolates on the dinning table .
With rising emotions she picks them up and places them close to her heart. In a matter of a moment all her anger, hurt and pain melts away.
Such are the magical soothing effects of chocolate.
There is a sigh of relief from MP who knows that it is time for one more happy ending .
The suspects sit on their beds waiting for the verdict.
FP finally gathers her emotions and sets them free of the charges under Benefit of doubt.
The younger of the two boys gives a tempting mischievous smile to his mother, who in turns hugs him fondly but one thing is clear.
Nothing in the whole world can make her share her chocolates, you have to earn it to eat it .
Afer the incident the kids learned some new state of the art tricks to outsmart their mom. They say every generation is better than the previous one. My kids certainly are proving it right and my mom never fails to give that evil smile that says .. “I am loving every bit of it, you deserve it all honey.”
Zephyr’s post Hide and Seek reminded me of my childhood days when mom tried her level best to hide food stuff like laddus, toffees, burfis, cookies, chocolates and other such sumptuous delights and I would always ferret them out. It was a great advantage to a die-hard foodie like me that my elder brother had lactose intolerance and all the sinful basundi, ashrikhand and other yummy stuff came my way including the nuts and raisins which he disliked in the smooth flowing kheer etc. but still I resented that ma should make that extra effort to hide laddus ets.
She would tell dada where exactly she had managed to hide the laddus for him and he would look at her with pity, knowing the box would certainly be empty. I never disappointed him. Ma still hid things.
The fun part was that the places she decided as the safest easiest to find. Something to do with my being super sensitive sniffer. It was not just the usual things that mom had to hide, unusual stuff like imli, anardana, etc needed much more protection. The case of the missing imli ( tamarind) remains a popular story that ma loves to narrate to my kids when I complain of their hide and seek adventures.
As a little girl I loved to eat raw tamarind and ma would hide it at most unusual places and one day when she would be off and in mood to make that delicious aamti or sambhar she would call dada to recover the goods only to find that her plan had failed . She would only find traces of the tangy delight and some pits.
I would close my eyes ,ears and pretend dead till the storm died down. Never had I imagined that I would get boys who would shame me with their awesome skills of not only finding the hidden things but also hiding them.
Blackmail is the only thing that sometimes works with them when I discover something missing. Unfortunately both my boys have developed exactly the same tastes as me and every time a drama like the one above takes place I feel guilty of doing all that I did as a kid. But these are the joys of childhood I guess. Childhood, did I say ? ;D
Well, you can’t blame someone for doing this, it’s all about having undying passion and love for that particular delicacy.
It’s jungle rule here.
Take care of your stuff,.
Beware of the robbers.
Eat or drink as soon as the thing enters home to avoid being left out.
Eat your fill
Keep cordial relations even with the enemy, you never know when you will need allies.
Discover new unthinkable places to hide your booty and
If you can not do any of this just show who is the authority here. That pretty much works.
One of the best places to hide chocolates is the vegetable tray in the fridge. Just put the bar or box there and load the veggies on top of that. Till now it has worked.
The idea is to keep changing the secret hiding places every now and then and always keep your super sniffing nose clean