CHICKEN BIRYANI & OTHER STORIES

Vandana Nair was gruelling through her third year of hotel management. What does she finally want to be? She was clueless herself. Truth be told, she felt that this whole thing was a mistake (Add that to her long list of other blunders). She shouldn't be here in this Bootcamp called 'Bachelor of Hotel Management'. But she was, all thanks to Mathematics.

Numbers and the dreaded "find x,y,z" always did things to her brain. Make it smoke, for instance? And then simply shut down. So, she did her best to stay away from anything that looked and smelt like Maths. She wouldn't even touch it with a ten-foot pole.

BCA (Bachelor of Computer Applications)? Nope. Too much of unnecessary calculations. Things that a computer should be doing.

B.Sc. Microbiology? Not any better.

BBM (Bachelor of Business Management)? It reeks of Finance. Stay away!

BA Journalism? Nope. Don't want to be a journalist.

BHM (Bachelor of Hotel Management)? Hang on. Now, that looks interesting. And no maths. Learning to be a professional cook should be great as well.

Into her second year, she figured out that horrible truth: there was no escaping from Maths. It was everywhere. Even in goddamned hell. It was here too rearing up its ugly hood in the name of 'Accounting & Finance'. Should have thought about it before. You can't be a manager or a hotel baron without knowing the numbers. Late realization and... dramatic sigh... trapped for good. Now what? Somehow plough through to the fourth and final year? Or just dropout and start over again? Wait and watch.

Anyhow, one thing was guaranteed. With so many fun (and ahem, ahem, gorgeous) people around, the guilt of her blunder was less excruciating.

Join Vandana as she takes this fun & harrowing (hopefully not) experience through graduation.

Note: The book will mostly be comprised of one, two or three shots showcasing her experiences. Have fun!