60 ML -- The treat where everything went wrong
An occasion of celebration, Shiv at Hindalco, Vishal at CIL
The venue was 60 ml.
We hired an auto, riding through bumpy n dusty roads,
The little distance seemed as if we were going abroad.
Ambience was electric, dim lights, Aroma of food and wine everywhere
Surprised were we, at unaccustomed cuisine of Jamshedpur being hidden there.
Resting our asses on the chairs, we ordered food in pairs,
Providing respite to our innocent tummy that was waiting long in despair.
Within an hour the restaurant condition got crystal clear,
Service was pathetic, food was also not dear,
Everything was worst in that hot & humid atmosphere.
Adjusting to the circumstances, people shifted their attention to the pool table,
Posing for camera & IPL was keeping them at behest,
They were doing just to what they always do best.
Finally it was packing time as everyone moved out annoyed n frustrated,
Deceptive ambience of the restaurant maked us feel cheated.
So the final verdict is,
60 ml was never again to look after
As it was a complete disaster.
As soon as I finished writing the poem, the result of Maruti was announced in which SHIV got in. We had treat on same day which was 1000 times better than 60 ml disaster and worth 650 ml.
