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:: Chocolate is Sexy-- Part II ::
May 02, 2005 10:10 AM 15949 Views
(Updated May 02, 2005 10:10 AM)

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== A hot summer’s day was coming to an end beneath an angry pink sky. The air was still, the garden silent and I was alone. The furious heat of the sun had not managed to dampen the blossoming spirit of the mogras before me, as the still and lifeless air filled with a mild scent. I sat on a bench, feeling as unwanted as sand in a desert. I had lied to someone—and I had lied for so long! The sky was enraged at me—from between the branches of trees and the laundry-lined, neat balconies of high-rise apartment complexes in front of me, the setting sun glared at me, and the pink of the sky reddened and darkened. Fifteen minutes before six, and the sun sent forth a blinding glare at me. I flinched. Just then, something stirred a little away from me. It was her.


She paused a moment at a little distance when she noticed me sitting alone on the bench. The instant our eyes met, she dropped her tranquil, and took in a deep, affected breath. I smiled back, weakly.


“Good evening, Tina,” I said to her, standing up. She said nothing. “Please sit down with me, Tina. I want to speak with you—.”


“Amol—!” she began, suddenly, but she stopped. She sat down on the other corner of the bench. “How could you write that to me?”


She held out a note that I’d written to her that morning. I remembered what I had written—“Tina, I could have been wrong. May be my heart lied to you.”


“Tina, I’m so sorry,” I said, pleadingly, almost wailing.


I will not dwell upon what we spoke after that. It all ended up with her standing up suddenly to leave, with a flood of tears in her eyes as I explained—“Tina, I cannot lie to you! You must know the truth, Tina! Forgive me, but I doubt if I ever was in love with you!” ==


(I’ll come back to the story in the end… but for now—)


== The Review ==


Aha! Look! A wrapper, colored blue and white! But what could it be? Let’s read what’s written on it—something in a long loopy font—it reads “Cadbury’s Crackle”. Crackle, is it? Interesting! Ah! Why are we thinking? It is a bar of chocolate, wrapped inside that lovely looking wrapper, waiting, craving for you to undress it, carefully and explore it’s great pleasure tenderly!


So there we are, slowly unwrapping our lovely bar of chocolate. Ah, you know how these wonderful things are—they wrap themselves within one and then another covering. But they must, for they are beautiful things! (Crackle now comes with an airtight wrapper in addition to it’s conventional foil to prevent contamination).


Neatly molded squares of dark brown chocolate are now peering at your eyes, begging for your lips and tongue to touch them. Oh, let us sink our teeth in this lovely, lovely thing! And now we begin to bite our first morsel, expecting a gush of warm, tender chocolate melting on our tongues, casting a spell of unbelievable taste that refuses to be forgotten. But wait! What is this? Why is this chocolate not as smooth and spongy as it is always? Oho! Something is crunching between my teeth? How amusing!


So this chocolate is not just lovely and loveable—it has mischief inside it as well, is it? Wow!


Cadbury Crackle is a blend of the legendary pure-milk chocolate flavor of it’s Dairy Milk and tiny, crisp rice bits. So as the chocolate melts in your mouth spreading ecstasy to your tongue, those little rice bits share a very amusing romance with your teeth.


== Worms and Chocolates ==


There was once a time when three quarters of this country was laughing to this joke—Always have chocolates with Pepsi, so that the worms in the choco die with the pesticide in the drink! I know there are people, still, who believe chocolates are unhygienic because of their packaging and mismanaged, careless manufacturing. We must clarify things here, once again.


For all I know, the manufacturing unit of Cadbury’s has impeccable hygiene arrangements. A possibility of large worms finding their way into a batch of chocolates is small. The contamination occurs during transport and storage. Furthermore, the retailers continue to stock goods that are well beyond the upper-limit of edibility. The company claims six months of safe life, but a Cadbury’s representative said to me, in so many words, that it is wise to avoid anything more than 4 months old, even if the bar says six, just to be on the safer side.


If you notice, the worms were found in only a very few number of bars, compared to the net production. Furthermore, they were found in separate parts of the country. Had the contamination been at the plant itself, then an entire batch would have been contaminated with worms. In that case, only a few cities that received bars of that batch should have found wormy bars, and dozens of them, not just one or two. But that did not occur—it was only half-a-dozen bars all over the country that had contamination! The evidence is clear, milord! The contamination occurred either during distribution or in storage.


== Chocolate is Tender ==


Tina never spoke to me for a long time after that evening. I could not find a single moment when I could talk to her—partly because she was avoiding me, and partly because I was too afraid. But I had done the right thing, I believed—one must never lie over love! But I still cared for her! I was so confused—I did not know what I was feeling—I wanted to talk to her for a long while. My last sentence to her that evening kept echoing in my ears all the time—“I doubt if I ever was in love with you!”—and it gave me the greatest sorrow! How could I have pretended and lied to her for a whole year, just like that? Why did I let it come to this stage, where knowing the truth devastates her so much? Oh I wanted to plead forgiveness before her, on my knees! But we never met for a long, long time… until…


A week later, when another very hot summer’s day began coming to an end, I returned from school, in the same dilemma, in the same confusion. Unexpectedly, my desk greeted me with two pens that weren’t mine—they were the ones I’d given Tina on her birthday. My heart sank. But there was something else, kept on the pen case—a white colored polythene bag, with a note on it.


I picked up the bag. It had a large bar of Crackle inside it. Intrigued I opened the note. Before I could read the note, my own words rang in my ears—“I doubt if I ever was in love with you!”


The note read:


Amol, I don’t!


Love, Tina


And, casually, I flipped the note over. There was something else written on it—just like those little rice-crispies tease you as you enjoy the chocolate’s tenderness— It read…


Can I have those pens back now? I love them!


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