A sweet adventure by Rotaract Club of Smart City Navi Mumbai!
Let me be honest — we could’ve just bought modaks from a sweet shop like normal people but oh no!
We got a divine calling!
Because we thought, what possibly could go wrong with milk solids, sugar, and 13 people who think cardamom grows on the moon?
Scene 1: Chalo terrace pe chalte hain…
We marched to the terrace like freedom fighters carrying:
1. Mava ✅
2. Modak mould ✅
3. Zero cooking skills ✅
We laid everything out like some grand pooja setup, except it looked more like a picnic hosted by mildly confused chefs.
First try: SPLATTTTT!
Half the mava flew out like a bird escaping captivity.
Second try: Slightly lumpy but lovable modak was born!
We named it “Modak Singh Jr.”
Soon we were on fire!
One person rolled the mava,
One filled the mould,
One opened it like it contained state secrets!
How easy can this be? You just put mava into the mould, right?
WRONG.
Third try: Now came the toughest part — shaping the modaks. If Olympic gymnasts were disqualified for unaesthetic behaviour, these would’ve been banned!
One looked like an UFO, another like a squashed dumpling, and one even had six packs!
But you know what? We were proud.
By the end, we had a plate full of imperfectly perfect, slightly chubby, absolutely adorable yellow mava modaks!
We prayed:
“Bappa, please accept these modaks! They are slightly uneven, highly experimental, but fully made with love.”
And we swear, Bappa smiled!
So, not to forget,
Ganpati Bappa Morya!
Proudly cooked but mostly eaten modaks led to a successful project!
Written by:
Rtr. Shweta Rankhambe
Social Media Director
With love,
Team Digicomm
