This is an apology poem covering the events of a recent Instagram story which took place in my circle. 

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Again, not going to name any names. 

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Some one had posted a boomerang in another country, another town and in another language. The boomerang contained a pan in which "Indian Street-Style Hakka Chow-Mein Noodles were being made". 

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Someone who viewed the story mistook it for "Maggi" noodles (ready to eat ramen-style noodles, a staple in every Indian household). They responded to the story saying "Mast Maggi Che" (these Maggi noodles look really good). 

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This made the chef very angry and rightfully so, considering that they had actually captioned the boomerang with "Street-Style Hakka Chow-Mein Noodles" and must have thought that the person commenting was pulling their leg.

They did forgive the miscreant individual  when the miscreant apologized as described in the poem.   I personally felt that a  simple "sorry" or "my bad" was not enough and decided to write this poem. I hope the chef stumbles upon my site one day and happens to read this poem.

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