mission samosa snatch..

– Classified Chatori Chaat Meeting

SWC took a dramatic sip of lassi and leaned toward Raju like a spy in a Bollywood thriller.

“Raju… the thief’s name is Samosa King.”

Raju: “Sounds like a roadside snack shop.”

SWC: “No… he’s a man. Legend says he once ate so many samosas in one sitting, the halwai fainted.”

Raju: “So his crime is cholesterol?”

SWC: “No, his crime is stealing my limited‑edition sunglasses and wearing them like some budget hero.”

Raju: “You have… limited‑edition sunglasses?”

SWC: “Fifty‑seven pairs. Even one with Bluetooth speakers so I can listen to bhajans while grazing.”

– The Disguise That Deserved Jail

Raju: “Okay, but how will we even get close to him? You’re a cow.”

SWC: “Exactly. No one suspects a cow… in disguise.”

Five minutes later, SWC returned wearing:

A massive fake moustache

A polka‑dot dupatta

A “Hello My Name Is Sunita” badge

Raju nearly choked on pani puri.

“You look like a cow who runs an MLM scheme.”

SWC: “Perfect. Let’s move.”

– Samosa Arena

Rajendra Park was a battlefield—rows of tables piled high with samosas, aunties in the crowd betting on contestants, and one kid selling cold drink for ₹200 a bottle.

The MC shouted into the mic:

“Welcome to the 5th Annual Eat‑Till‑You‑Explode Samosa Championship! Winner gets ₹500 cash and a year’s supply of Eno.”

And there he was—Samosa King—in a red kurta, gold chain so thick it could tow a car, and SWC’s golden shades gleaming like treasure.

SWC whispered, “Target confirmed. Initiate Operation Munch‑n‑Snatch.”

– The Distraction

Raju: “What’s the plan?”

SWC: “You enter the contest.”

Raju: “Me? I can barely finish two samosas without crying.”

SWC: “Cry later. Win now.”

Soon, Raju was seated next to the Samosa King, who looked him up and down.

“New guy? You look like you’ve never met a samosa in your life.”

Raju: “And you look like you’ve married three of them.”

The whistle blew. Everyone started eating like their life depended on it.

Raju tried to keep up but after samosa #4 he started hallucinating wedding bands playing in his ears.

– Moo of Mayhem

While the King was distracted showing off his “two‑samosa‑at‑once” technique, SWC casually strolled by, “accidentally” mooing loud enough to make him jump.

His samosa flew into the crowd and landed in an aunty’s handbag.

Chaos erupted.

The aunty screamed, thinking it was a rat, and whacked three people with her purse.

In the commotion, Raju reached over and yoinked the golden sunglasses right off the King’s face.

– Bollywood‑Style Escape

“Stop them!” the King roared, mouth full of half‑chewed samosa.

Raju and SWC ran through the park—Raju holding his stomach, SWC mooing dramatically like a slow‑motion movie scene.

They jumped over a golgappa cart, dodged two dancing uncles, and slid into a narrow gali.

SWC put the shades back on and flipped her head like a diva.

“Mission successful. How do I look?”

Raju: “Like a cow who just robbed a gangster at a food festival.”

SWC: “Good. That’s exactly the look I was going for.”