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What are your feelings about eating meat?

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Hello dear friends,

I hope this blog finds you in a cheerful mood and wrapped in the warmth of curiosity. Today’s writing prompt is truly fascinating: “What are your feelings about eating meat?”

At first glance, it may seem like a simple question—almost a casual inquiry about what ends up on our plate. But look deeper, and you’ll realize that this question opens a doorway into culture, ethics, emotions, memories, and even identity.

Food is never just food. It carries stories.

Yes, जब मीट ईटिंग की बात हो रही है, तो मुझे एक घटना याद आ रही है जिसे मैं यहाँ शेयर करना चाहता हूँ।

A Flashback to Sheoganj: Where Tradition Met Temptation

During my posting at the Sheoganj branch of the bank, I lived in a small town filled with beautifully crafted houses—many of them empty for most of the year.

These homes belonged to the Marwari community, who were settled in cities like Mumbai and Pune for business. They built stunning, aesthetic homes back in Sheoganj and preferred tenants who could maintain a Vegetarian habit..

Yes, there was one condition:
No one living in the house should cook or consume non-vegetarian food.

The Marwari and Jain communities are strict vegetarians, and their cultural and religious sentiments were deeply tied to keeping their homes vegetarian spaces.

Some owners took a nominal rent; others even allowed tenants to stay for free. Their only expectation was respect for their values.

Now, imagine a group of bachelors from Bihar—far from home, fond of fish, chicken, and mutton—trying to fit into this rule-bound environment.

As long as we lived there, our cravings for non-vegetarian food kept nudging us, especially on lazy Sundays.

The Secret Chicken Party

One such Sunday, a few colleagues—Kailash and Madan—joined us to plan a secret chicken party. We were determined yet cautious, as getting caught meant losing our accommodation.

Responsibilities were distributed with military precision:

• Ramesh was to ride 5 km early in the morning to fetch the chicken discreetly.
• I had to arrange the spices and ingredients.
• Kailash would bring the wine.
• Madan—the best cook among us—was in charge of preparing the feast.

Everything began according to plan. But the moment the chicken hit the hot oil, the aroma exploded like fireworks.

When Kailash returned with the wine, he whispered, “Yaar, the smell of chicken is reaching outside.”

We rushed to check. A few neighborhood dogs were already sniffing around, their tails wagging with excitement. If the dogs could sense it, so could the landlord’s informants.

In a panic, we lit every incense stick we could find—sandalwood, rose, lavender—turning the house into a suffocating fog of fragrance.

But the chicken’s aroma was stronger; even the dogs refused to be fooled. More of them gathered outside our gate, confirming the worst: we were in trouble.

Operation: Hide the Evidence

Realizing the danger, we abandoned all plans of dancing, drinking, and leisurely dining. Instead, we switched to a buffet system—eat fast, finish quickly, and clean everything before anyone suspected anything.

After devouring the delicious meal, we packed the leftover bones into an old cardboard box.

The idea was to bury it five kilometers away, just like Ramesh had fetched the chicken. But after lunch, a gentle laziness overtook us. We decided to rest for a while and take care of the “evidence” in the evening.

Mistake….😂😂

Just moments after we closed our eyes, we heard loud noises outside. Rushing out, we saw a group of children playing with the cardboard box strapped to Ramesh’s motorcycle. In the chaos, the box had fallen open, scattering bones everywhere.

— Our worst nightmare had come true.
— The secret was out.
— The evidence was all over the street.
— The neighborhood dogs were celebrating.

By evening, the whole colony knew about our chicken party. And the next morning, we were already searching for a new house.😂😂

What the Incident Taught Me About Eating Meat

This incident remains one of the funniest yet most revealing experiences of my life. It showed how deeply food—especially meat—can intersect with culture, identity, and community expectations.

So, what are my feelings about eating meat?

I believe eating meat is a personal choice, shaped by upbringing, health, culture, and beliefs. While some communities view meat as essential nourishment.

Others see its consumption as ethically or spiritually unsettling. Neither viewpoint is wrong; both arise from values that deserve respect.

Living in Sheoganj taught me that food is not just fuel—it is tradition, emotion, and sometimes, a reason for unexpected adventure.

In the End…

Whether you enjoy meat or avoid it, whether you celebrate it or conceal it, your relationship with food reflects who you are and where you come from.

And sometimes, it gives you unforgettable stories—like a chicken party that ended with kids, dogs, incense sticks, and a desperate hunt for a new house!

BE HAPPY… BE ACTIVE… BE FOCUSED… BE ALIVE

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