The missing piece The other day I stepped out of Office, braving the rain and hopscotched my way over million pot holes to reach a posh restaurant. I always was intrigued by the name of the joint - a strange combination of a glamour star of the 90s and a very flaky Keralite version of our popular dosa. Ushered in with much fanfare, I sat down in a seat so that I could also view the bustling, chaotic traffic just outside this mini oasis. I browsed through their elaborate menu and settled for the ‘mini- lunch’ –non-veg of course – the price seemed relatively a good bargain at such a posh restaurant and compared to the other mind-boggling fantasy rates. The waiter looked at me condescendingly at my choice and said ‘ is that all sir ’ I affirmed his rhetoric question. After taking a long glance at me which I too reciprocated, he said, ‘sir, in mini-lunch there will be no piece in the curry’ I quizzed him what it means, then he explained that I will get a small p...