Lunchtime Laughs- Moral story

Lunchtime Laughs: A Tale of Dosa Batter and Curd Confusion

I'm a math teacher at a Kannada school, and my students absolutely adore me because not only do I teach well, but I also know how to keep the classroom fun and lively. One day, in the rush of the morning, I grabbed my lunch my wife packed for me – she had made dosa batter and packed my lunchbox, but she forgot to include the all-important curd, my breakfast staple.

As the day went on, my hunger grew, and I eagerly awaited the lunch break. Finally, when the bell rang, I joined my colleagues in the staff room, where we usually shared our lunches. I happily dished out the food my wife had prepared, but when it came time for curd with rice, I realized the curd was suspiciously hard. My colleague, eyeing it hungrily, asked for some, and without thinking, I handed it over. It was only when I took a bite myself that I realized I had mistaken the dosa batter for curd!

Embarrassed and unable to admit my mistake, I quickly excused myself to the washroom and disposed of the batter. When my colleague asked about the curd again, I pretended to forget and quickly finished off the remaining dosa batter, hoping no one would catch on.

The moral of the story? Even in moments of urgency, it's essential to double-check and think things through to avoid embarrassing mishaps!

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