Friday, 23rd March, 2018

Chronicles of a Maggi Lover- 10 Years Later

04, Aug 2015 By dipin

“We starved, but we stayed faithful,

We fought, but we stayed saintful.”

This might by my very first and last message for the people out there, because the truth has to be told. This is 2025 and it is not very bright. Every day is a struggle. You never know if you will survive to see the sunlight the day after. It is like being on a payroll, living life on a leash. Starving, struggling and scramping to make it through the day; gasping through the after effects of Maggi deficiency!

A  framed photo of his beloved Maggi kept in Bipin's room.
Last Maggi plate.  And then a framed photo of his beloved Maggi kept in Bipin’s room.

It was about 10 years ago, in 2015- somewhere in southern Asia. Someone was performing tests on the Maggi samples and a disaster happened. No one knows the true story, but it is said that governments did not want anyone to know of the outcomes; so they decided to suppress the outpour of information. Political machinery came into action and the result was country-wide ban on Maggi noodles. That was the nemesis for lives of millions of people- kids-teenagers, students-workers, engineers-doctors- all alike. None were spared.

The after effects were exponential. More countries followed the norm and many were deprived of their major supper. Future was blur for “Maggots” (name given to us post 2020). There was nowhere to go, nowhere to hide. We were living, but living on the edge. And finally, we toppled.

There were revolts, but no one paid heed to them. Life went on usually for rest of the people who did not have the good enough fate to have ever tasted the Maggi. So we turned to the only solution- illegal production and trading from a few parts of the world where Maggi was still legal. But it was not good enough. People were dying, internally, day by day. They had lost their will to live, their reason to eat. The good old Maggi was not there to save the day, to fill our feminine bellies.

We worked hard to procure the raw materials. It was not easy to trade the product to other places either. Children and the women were taken care of first. Men wore the brunt of the officials if we were ever caught. There was always an eye watching over us. We were always on the run. It was like being thrown back in time to stone-age, with modern gadgets to be hunted.

I am Dipin. Earlier I worked for the and used to write a blog for them. But now, now I am a struggler, an activist- one of the last living members of the Maggots- who fought for the right to consume Maggi. And this was the story for those who would not have known the truth otherwise.