Hear ye! Hear One and all!,
Mr.P.Sagarmal Jain, resident of Beasant Nagar today first hand experienced the rare but rather curious phenomenon "mortifis ais kachhis" commonly known as "Death by Kachang". Having been in jolly good spirits all evening he decided to up the stakes by taking up "Finish your Kachang and its free challenge", a custom in these parts. So the psychedelic taste bud tester, Ais Kacang it was.
Ten minutes passed and then arrived the Ais kacang, resplendent in its syrupy pink glory, like a recently erupted volcano, complete with little suprises invisible to the naked eye.
Mr. Jain went about his business, after an acknowledgement of the visual impact that the aforementioned "delicacy in certain parts" had. Slowly the cracks began to show on the until now cheerful challenger. Soon he was done with the icecream and started to penetrate the ice, a little grimace here, an expression of surprise at the appearance of a bit of rajma and corn. When the slimy material showed up was about the time he was starting to lose it. Soon the consumption of kachang was puncuated by little spoonfuls of red gravy, which he probably was hoping, would act as some kind of tastebud preserver. Needless to say, at the end of the day the kachang was the winner. P.Sagarmal Jain was a broken man and this he demonstrated by undertaking several acts of mass destruction and violence. He was truly kachanged!!
Meanwhile in another part of the same table, Mr. Sumanth srivatsan of lite Nandanam side, cheerfully asked for and took out his second kachang! Overall an extreme kachang experience
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Ah yes i have truly been "kachanged", what causes the anger is the fact that one hideous looking item has caused me to puke my guts out throughout the night, taking out copious quantities of pink green and other such coloured items from my belly on to the unsuspecting chennai landscape, "Keep the city Green" - bah, not only willit be green, with my help it might even be pink, the trauma doesnt end there, after the ordeal i think i had cracked the scene by taking out one oms, and then head home for some good rest, alas that was not to happen, home i went, barely set foot in, an old realtive of mine has in his hands, a large piece of orange coloured "halwa" dripping with ghee checking if i might be interested in popping it in, having respectfully asked him to buzz off, i proceeded to take a bath before the good deep rest, i step out of the bath room, old relatives in a group are haning over a plate full to deep fried bakshanam, at 12:30 in the night to guy who has barely survived a "kacang" wtf, after taking out another respectful talk with the elderly group, i proceeded to take good deep rest that lasted only 15 minutes, the rest of the night was spent between the bathroom and my place of rest the balcony, but i have survived it and i feel will always be afraid of the hideous "Ais Kacang"
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