The guy standing at the lunch counter, besides serving toxic gravy and dal also provides a daily dose of humor. He seems to hold a secret grudge against our gang of freshers . The dessert, the most or rather the only edible part of the food is given on a serve-on-need basis. You have to go and stand at the counter, give him “the look” and he returns it with a really tiny portion of food. Every week at least once, one of our party is rejected by this dude for a second helping. Goenka leads with a score of 4 rejections. Even I have tried my luck, but in vain. As to why someone would make such an issue over food beats my intellect.