The diary game||"The fish-cutting session is underway"
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The diary game||"The fish-cutting session is underway"
Friends, what are you thinking after reading the title? Indeed, it might seem like cutting fish is a simple matter. Yes, today I want to share that very simple subject with you—specifically, the "fish-cutting episode" from my hostel days. Back when I was part of the hostel mess for a 15-day stint, we had a specific routine: by 11 PM the night before, we had to tally exactly how many people would be eating fish the following morning so we could place our order accordingly. Then, when the fishmonger arrived the next morning, we had to be present to supervise the process. Mind you, not everyone is capable of handling this task of cutting fish—though, of course, not every task is suited for everyone.
There were certain rules we had to follow regarding the fish-cutting process—for instance, how many pieces the fish should be cut into, what size those pieces should be, and whether the fish heads were to be kept or discarded. Once all these instructions were conveyed, the fishmonger would retrieve his cutting tools from their designated spot and begin his work. The standard rule allotted for cutting fish was 20 to 22 pieces per kilogram; consequently, we opted to have our fish cut into slightly larger pieces. The whole fish, when weighed, came to 2 kilograms and 100 grams. Furthermore, if we chose to discard the heads, only 12 taka would be deducted from the total price in exchange for them—a stipulation that ultimately worked out to the fishmonger's advantage. In any case, the fishmonger would weigh the fish, scale it, cut it into the specified sizes, and then wash it thoroughly with water to ensure it was clean before finally placing it in a basket, rubbing it with salt, and leaving it for us.
Finally, the fishmonger hands over the daily bill each day, calculated according to the price of the fish. We then settle that bill daily in accordance with the charges. Consequently, one has to remain present throughout the entire fish-cutting process—something that many students find intolerable, or for which they simply cannot stomach the smell of fish. This poses a significant difficulty for them.
However, we had divided the work among the four of us, splitting into two pairs. I had taken on the afternoon shift; yet, on one or two occasions, I also stepped in to handle the morning duties to assist others who were facing difficulties. This was necessary because, at the hostel, fish is served only during the morning meal, whereas eggs are served at night. So, that concludes the episode regarding the fish-cutting routine and the role I played in it.
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