It was a Sunday evening, and Arjun had a plan. A solid, well-researched, emotionally fulfilling plan:
- One butter chicken.
- One garlic naan.
- One gulab jamun.
This wasn’t just food. This was therapy.
The Zomato delivery guy arrived earlier than expected, smiling like a man who’d just discovered the secret to immortality but couldn’t share it because of company policy. He handed over the bag and zoomed off before Arjun could even say “Thank y—”.
Arjun ripped open the packet like a kid opening a packet delivered from Amazon.
Inside was not his therapy. Instead, he found:
- One green salad.
- A beetroot smoothie.
- Paneer sticks that looked like chalk dipped in sadness.
He froze. His brain tried to make sense of it. “Maybe butter chicken… disguised as lettuce? Maybe gulab jamun… disguised as paneer?”
Nope. It was exactly what it looked like: healthy food.
Arjun’s soul immediately left his body, muttering, “Bro, this is not what we signed up for.”
The Customer Support Saga
Determined to fight, Arjun dialed Zomato support.
“Hello, sir!” chirped the agent with cheerfulness.
“I ordered butter chicken, naan, gulab jamun. I got… lettuce.”
“Sir, lettuce is very good for health.”
“I didn’t order health. I ordered happiness. BIG difference.”
“Sir, did you at least try the beetroot smoothie?”
“Why? To see if my taste buds file a police complaint?”
The agent paused, then said: “Sir, we’ll refund. But refund will take 5–7 working days.”
Arjun looked at the lettuce. “Five–seven days? Bro, I might not survive five–seven bites.”
The Neighbor’s Betrayal
Just as he prepared to throw the lettuce out of the window, there was a knock. His neighbor, Ramesh, stood there with suspicious orange stains on his lips.
“Arjun… did you get my order by mistake?”
Arjun’s eyes narrowed. “What did you order?”
“Uh… salad. Very light. Very healthy.”
He opened his bag. Inside was half-eaten butter chicken, a naan with bite marks, and an EMPTY gulab jamun box.
Arjun gasped. “YOU ATE MY ORDER!”
Ramesh shrugged. “Zomato mistake, yaar. Plus, butter chicken lowers stress. I was stressed.”
“You don’t look stressed!”
“That’s because I ate your butter chicken.”
The Twist
The next day, Arjun got another Zomato notification: “Because of your last feedback, we’re sending you a free dessert.”
He opened the bag with trembling hope.
Inside was… one sugar-free vegan brownie.
Arjun stared at it, sighed, and whispered: “Zomato doesn’t deliver food. It delivers suspense.”
Moral of the Story
Life is basically one big food order. You carefully choose what you want—something comforting, filling, and maybe with extra gravy. But the universe looks at you and says, “No beta, today you’ll eat salad.”
The lesson? Manage your expectations. Sometimes you get butter chicken, sometimes you get lettuce, and sometimes your neighbor eats your gulab jamun before you even open the box.
But here’s the real truth:
- Food delivery apps don’t just deliver food. They deliver suspense and comedy.
- Your taste buds may cry, but your character develops six-pack abs from chewing raw lettuce.
- And no matter how advanced technology gets—AI, drones, flying cars—food delivery apps will always find a way to send your order to the wrong person in the wrong building at the wrong time.
So laugh it off, chew your salad with dignity, and remember: butter chicken will come and go, but the story of your suffering will feed your friends forever.
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