V is standing near the Kitchen sink with Pressure Cooker in his hand. He is wearing a T-shirt, Boxer shorts and a helmet. What? A helmet? He doesn't seem to be going out anywhere now.
Hovering near him (but still maintaining a safe distance from him) is S - giving him instructions to open the cooker. S, having already seen the cooker fury, didn't have any courage left to open the cooker. So in came V with oodles of confidence. With a little bit of help from the onlookers (read cheerleaders A & R), V did the right thing - Opened the cooker with no casualties!
This brought into view the vegetables (drumsticks, beans, etc.) that were boiled for Sambar. Meanwhile S had already cooked Dal in a pan. Now, again with the help of cheerleaders (A& R), S & V started pouring all the essentials into that pan. S kept reading all the ingredients and recipe from the back of MTR Sambar masala pack. One by one, vegetables, tamarind, salt, etc. went in to the pan. Sambar resembled the color that it should have taken, but it lacked the smell and taste of a Sambar.
S & V took turns and kept on stirring the Sambar. Only after stirring it for about half an hour, did they realize that they had missed out a major ingredient. Since they were reading it out of the pack, it never struck anyone that they have to open that pack and pour out its contents (The Great MTR Sambar masala) into the Sambar.
By the time Sambar was ready, all of them were so hungry that they could not have found any fault with it. Needless to say, the cheerleaders kept on cheering S & V for their initiative and bravery, without which they would not have been having that lunch. They do not remember the taste of Sambar now, but they do remember the scenes pretty vividly.
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