Sharing a midnight maggi with your friends is the trademark of college life. Here are few steps how we go about it:

[Time - 1 AM]
(Aman enters my room)
Aman: yaar maggi padi hai?
Adi: Ek hai, mera  to mood nahi hai, tujhe chahiye to le le
Aman: Chhod yaar, kettle dhoni padegi.. subah breakfast hi kar lunga
Adi: Thik hai, chhod..

[Time - 2 AM]
(Adi enters Aman’s room)
Adi: Yaar bhookh lagi hai
Aman: Yaar bookh to mujhe bhi lagi hai, bana hi lete hain
Adi: Achcha main banaunga, tu kettle dhoyega..
Aman: Chal done, lekin pani nahi hai room pe, tu bhar ke layega..
Adi: Naii…saale main banaun bhi.. aur pani bhi bharke laaung… bhag!!
Aman: Achcha main le aaunga.. chal thik hai tere room pe banate hain

[Time 2:30 AM]
I’ve just finished making maggi and we are about to start. Suddenly Shivam(my roommate) enters the room:

Shivam: Oyee… magggiii… hum bhi khayenge..
Adi n Aman(in unison) - Hurrrrr…
Shivam: Achchaa ek bite to de dena yaar, badi bhookh lag rhi hai.. Adi ek aur maggi padi hai kya?
Adi: Nhi ye last thhi..chal ek bite le liyo
Aman: Hurrr.. last time is saale ne kettle nhi dhoyi thhi..
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Aman is given a newspaper, because he is infamous for ‘always’ spilling/spoiling my room(his past achievements include spilling a glass full of coffee, a bowl full of sugar, maggi on innumerable accounts, biscuits, breads, mathri-achaar et cetera).

Finally we devour on yummy maggi and Shivam also gets one(or two) bites. 

Epilogue: Shivam manages to get one maggi from the hostel, makes it -> Aadii gets a bite while Aman is left looking in desperation