Mera Chicken khurana

The last domain of the Punjabis has been invaded. Slowly and slowly my state is losing all its medals and all that its been known for, in the glorious history of India. We were known as the forerunner in agricultural productivity in wheat and rice. That has also been stripped away from the state known for its progressive hardy farmers. Then, came the question about milk and suddenly all that came forward was that Gujarat had revolutionized the ladies (behind the ghungats they wore) and overnight the worlds largest cooperative society was making waves and we all fell

Utterly butterly deliciously in love’ with cute dimpled Amul girl who became the guardian of the aam aadmi before Kejriwal.

And then, my erstwhile deputy Cm went hunting for investment for the state to rescue it from the perceived financial doldrums we are in. Apparently, we have a debt of Rs xyz breaking our backs, and we have sunk in drug stupor and the funniest medal bestowed on us is that we might assassinate our leaders.

And then, the last but not the least the last bastion of my state, my character, my genetic structure got invaded, chicken, you know apna kukkad. The Gujjus are going to source it for us.

Yaar what is this? My chicken khurrana is becoming chicken Ambani. Just imagine, the recipes. Does everything have to be business? You know, every aunty south of Amritsar and even the Khala ji and Appa ji across the border have their secret recipe that adds the extra zing to the butter chicken recipe. Every Punjabi worth his Punjabi genes and his love for murga swears by the cream, and the makhan. As an NRI, sent me this comment from KFC land saying uff not possible to eat mitha chicken.

Yaaron, apni izzat da swaal hain , imagine chawla chicken replaced by khaitan ! In this let the taste buds rule rather than commerce and let the Punjabi chicken remain true to us.

Ps last heard the Pakistani Punjabi called it truce with India over this, and Sukhbir Badal ji was hailed as the new peacemaker. He succeeded where all failed to stop the shelling at the border. As, they say the buds (taste) do make us one.