Killing contest verdict

Sorry it took really long for me to announce the verdict of the killing contest we held few days back. For details of contest go here => the contest

So, back in Pakistan I was with my sisters and were got Gol Gappay/Pani Puri, which is a south asian street food.

Now this delicacy needs expertise to eat, and I’m not exaggerating.

They are thin shells of flour, you break a hole in them fill a sour liquid in it with few chick peas and a sweet sauce (this sauce is optional)

This is what it looks like.

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Now you take this grenade in your mouth and pray when you chew it the contents don’t splatter all over you.

There were total 24 shells, and 3 of us.

My sisters were sitting on comfy couch with all of the contents spread on a small table.

I was the unfortunately standing like an eager meerkat, eyeing the delicious yet challenging sour bombs. 1201689

I bent, took the shell, broke it, filled it and proceeded to accomplish one of the biggest challenges of my life (well, this is bit of an exaggeration, ever heard of steroids….and low carb diet??)

I didn’t realize I was standing in a weird position with my legs bent from knees and slightly parted my left arm frozen in air instinctively to balance my rest of body and a gol gappa (that’s singular bomb) already leaking from it’s shell in my right hand.

So in a swift motion I opened my mouth like hippopotamus and put it in my mouth.

In background I heard the words… “she will go to a especial contest, eating gol gappa while doing gymnastics”

It was voice of mental giraffe.

Fucking hell!!

The sour grenade exploded in my mouth.

Literally exploded!

I felt that sour liquid branch to my ears, eyes, throat, lungs, puncturing all of my senses. It was a lethal 360° explosion.

I started coughing this time like a horse, again?? Sadly yes!!

And they had audacity to continue their joke and laugh at my horrible situation..I obviously couldn’t hear them… remember I had sour water in my ears, by this time it felt spicy too.

I ran to my room and slammed the door and curled on my bed. All I thought was..ok this is how I end not with a bang…but coughing?!?!

I tried to drink water but even that wasn’t helping

My veins, muscles, bones everything was marinating.

But it’s not end here.

After I while when I was still coughing and panting they came to my room and started weird dancing. Maybe this is how they are digesting food these days.

I was too tired to react.

That’t when I decided to seek revenge. Why don’t we kill one of them and where could I get help to decide?? You guessed it!

People of WordPress decided to save mental giraffe. Even though she was more at fault, but I think I gave shrilly monkey a more annoying name??

Well. After se had a clear winner I shared the post to both of them. And surprisingly shrilly monkey loved it.

She said, “ahaha they are so serious”.

I said, “umm, serious about killing you”.

Well, let’s just say I couldn’t kill any of them. Jail kinda scares me.

But we all had a good laugh.

Thanks a lot for being part of a memory.🙂

Kindly visit my post Warriors Invited To Raise Mental Health Awarenesswhere I am inviting Mental Health Warriors to submit their blog’s address so that we can join hands to control this wildfire.