Paripa boys.

When boys are out fishing; with hooked, lines and sickles steady. 

Certain chefs dug their long spoons into the pool of Foreign and local dishes,

other dug their scoop sinker into the barn of beef, and assorted proteins.

Particles of Red rose coal stagged under the warmer.

Bugging soups bubbles all bust out to show their readiness to fill up dry throats.  

Harmonious melody lingering in the air, with reverbs of bass lines as thick as mortal and pestle clash.

In a couple of minutes obnoxious and anxious sounds of "Serve here, leave there, come here"

Would be the sounds escaping the lips of both Ushers and Event planner.
These imperious orders would be sounds that echo in our ears.
We stood hanged and erect waiting.
Waiting for the signal to set our filial minds in an array.
Steady trays balance on the erected crooked arms.
And all chefs with their gallant pose.

Stood erect!

All waiting........

"Now is the time!" came the imperious words of the event planner.
And in an expectant stance, we stepped out
Out in the crowded hall...
"What do you care for what do you need"
Was all clouded Boys thought and what proceed from their lips.

     

Endnote: Paripa boys(servers) are not humans without dignity but real hustlers. Bunch of people who put aside their pride to earn clean money against glorified fraudsters. They should be handled with sincerity and treated as equal humans when you find them in your bars or your functions. Be glad to have met with a true hustler each time you are privileged to meet one either male or female. They only soil their hands to earn some living.

Photo source: Pexel.

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