“There are more chickens than people in the world,” muttered my friend.
“So?” I asked.
“You should now consider turning non-vegetarian.”
“Very often I am the odd man out at parties here when my friends gleefully gulp meat, chicken, shrimps and all kinds of Arabic non-veg food like ‘Harees.’ It’s a personal choice. I have absolutely no objection,” I replied.
“The problem is you don’t booze, no smoking, what kind of a dreary life is yours?”
“Again, individual choice,” I replied.
He was adamant. “But I think you should taste non-veg food. Anyway, how did you like the ‘cutlet’ you just had?”
“Yummy,” I replied.
“Well, it is chicken cutlet.”
He vanished before I could throw the plate on him.