Cooked Up!!!!!

This is got to do with the kitchen cook...and what i am about to describe certainly isn't cooked up. I have been staying in this place for the past 8 months and I satisfied my stomach with the meals available in the canteen or restaurants, mess,etc.
But that didn't do my health any good and after suffering from what was suspected to be Typhoid, i decided to cook. I had obtained a gas connection, through a long drawn out process with the help of a colleague who is well versed with the local language.
I thought cooking would be exciting and fun. Something, perhaps just short of an adventure. Little did I know that every morning turn out to be something more than an adventurous exercise that climaxed into my Lunch.
I took cooking tips from home and attempted making food. The first day it was a swimming pool of rice , dal and potatoes from which i salvaged what was to be my Lunch. On the next day it was tamarind rice, short of masala. I was saved the punishment of eating all of my own food, as my married colleagues displayed philanthropy for bachelors like me. On the third day it was the carcass of carrots floating over the puddle of rice and dal.
And the last day of the week, I was short of time and, i didn't take any measurements with the masala, i just took something of this and something of that and fried it in the pan with broken pieces of bread, And guess what my colleagues appreciated it, It did come out well.
That felt good. So on Sunday, with a sense of pride and confidence i invited my senior colleague for Lunch. I called him up in the morning at around 10 and invited him. Since both of us didn't have breakfast, he said he'll be coming in about 1 and a half hours and I said okay to that.
I then went out to buy the vegetables. I spent a lot of time buying vegetables. I spent some more time on consulting the internet and asking my parents for the recipe for preparing 'dal' and potato curry. I was just about to start when the bell rang. I opened the door and saw my senior, who was anticipating a ready Lunch. But to his dismay i hadn't even started. It so happened that he did more of the cooking as he couldn't help coming to the kitchen and watch me cook. I think next time he'll make sure that i've cooked something and then come.