After the whole world has exhausted the RIPs, memories and comeback rumors of it, I don't know what prompts me to write about it. But I dare not question the creative streak that is such an infrequent visitor.
Maggi evokes so many memories. As a child, a sincere thanks to my mom, I was often known to have the most interesting lunches. From idlis, macaroni to sandwiches, I had it all. And of course there were the lucky days of Maggi. There was such immense joy on days that you found the cold blob of dry noodles waiting to be slurped away with everyone around salivating for the snaky wonder. And the unbearable pain of parting when a classmate asked for a noodle or two.
And as though that wasn't enough, the greatest adventure for my cousins and I was to cook the 2-minutes wonder together. Of course, it never took 2 minutes and left a kitchen so messy that definitely wouldn't take 2 minutes to be normal. But we discovered new recipes like butter Maggi and tel wali Maggi together and raced towards licking the plate clean (only if schools had a scoring system for that I wish).
Somewhere along my teens, I discovered the addictive taste of raw Maggi. Every time I needed to make a packet and a half of Maggi as half of it just vanished - you know where. Till I consumed the last packet of Maggi ever, I loved the raw version as much as the cooked one. I even got my cousin to try it who was scared to have a stomach ache after it but nevertheless couldn't resist.
Sounds clichéd but Maggi was the only thing I could cook (if it qualifies as cooking) unless cooking became a necessity.
It made the perfect dhaba dinner on the cold and wintry outings with Sumit when you didn't know whether the smoke from the mouth came from the hot Maggi or the chill.
Whenever it plans to be back, I wish it can evoke the same trust and memories as I've had and am sure most of us live with.
