OK.. for those of you, however low that number is, were expecting to see the next two episodes of the Kerala trip (yes, there were supposed to be 2 more with pictures and anecdotes et all), I have no freaking idea what we did last year any more. And so, that be no happen!!
Now, I'm back to writing, hopefully. Mostly to keep the part of my brain that does non-work related stuff from getting dusty. Yes, I choose that as my excuse. I have always wanted to get back to sitting down and writing. But turns out I'm either in a situation that I want to write about (obviously, I can't report live from the situation) or too lazy to login and write about it. As you might have already guessed (I'm gonna knock that grin off your face) it's the latter. So here we are.
And I have no idea what to write. Grrr!!
Oh yes!!! The party! The one that we had last weekend at my sister's place. Now there's a story worth telling. It's definitely a good story if you really don't want other people to know about it. This is one of them.
My sister has an annual affair that we all like to call a family get together. It's usually a pot luck lunch with all the families getting together at her house. Unlike all these years and thanks to social media and internet based messaging services like Whatsapp, we now keep in touch all the time. Literally, ALL THE TIME!! One of the multiple simultaneous conversations streams on this group turned out to be the menu for that day which we started discussing one week in advance. I won't go into the details of the menu but there was a debate on whether to have puri or not for the lunch. One logical side of the argument was that this will mean at least 3 people will have to be dedicated to the puri process while everyone else will be outside yakking their heads off. The other, can't-resist-puri, side of the argument was that IT'S PURI. HOW CAN WE SAY NO TO IT!!!!
Well, as you can imagine my sister was on the logical side and my b-i-l on the can't-resist-puri side and she won that argument. What a surprise, right! Then the week goes by and somewhere mid week the ice cream is mentioned. What ice cream you say? The ice cream that was home-made by my sister. And because she loves him so much, she also made puri for the can't-resist-puri person.
When you are really happy about something and are in the midst of people, would you really be able to contain that happiness and act like nothing happened? No normal person I know could do that. Neither did my BIL. He told us about the ice cream AND the puri. The ice cream was supposed to be a surprise, by the way. Ever since he started singing praises of the puri, none of us could stay logical any more. I mean come on!!! Puri and choley!! Who says no to that!! (find that person and I will take a swing). There began evolving a plan that seemed so innocent, but few of us knew would be devilish. We planned to go camp at her house on a Saturday that preceded the day of the actual get together. After a lottttttttttttttttttttttttttttt of planning for it, we finally made it there (which is at least an hour and half from where we all live).
The choley was wonderful. So were the hot puffed up puris. Heavenly!! We ate our fill and then some more. Then came out the ice cream. If the puri was delicious and the choley was taste bud tingling, this was on a totally different level. It was so amazing that Suman (another cousin) came up with the idea of ice cream cake for the get together. We were all excited and yayying the idea, when my sister asks the logical question. (Yes, she's the logical and sane one here). Who will bake the cake? Suman, high on the ice cream (we hope) literally puts up her hand and says me me me me!! Her enthusiasm was very infectious and I also did mostly the same thing in her support.
I forgot to mention that by this time we had gotten the bottle of Bailey's, Black Lable, Cardhue and some more types and I was, maybe, on my second drink. We all agree that baking a cake, at 10 in the night, is the best idea and two of us head out to bring the missing ingredients. So, we start baking (Masterchef Suman assisted by yours truly) and the other in parallel are making the board for "baarAT". If you didn't read that right, they started creating the board on the floor!!
This was made from colour paper that was cut into strips and stuck on the floor!! All this started to be done only by 11.30 PM. Not to mention the other sister who was participating by means of virtual presence on Hangouts!! Yeah baby!! In your face Cisco :D
By this time, the cake was almost done. While the oven did it's job, we started to play the game. Almost in true epic proportions. Only to say that we did not bet anything. Everything else you would need to gamble was there! This game lasted until a drink was spilt on it complete with the pieces of glass that broke with it. The clean up resulted in the board being wiped off too, which meant we have to move on to a different game.
In comes Monopoly!! This was where the term MBC was invented. It stood to symbolise the accuracy and speed of our banker, Ashwini. It also stood for Manthari Banking Corporation. (Manthari in Konkani means old woman :P) We played on till no one had any sort of monopoly over anything. Not even how boring it had gotten. This is when Suman comes up with her second brilliant idea of the night. This was to go on a drive. At 4 in the morning!!! I was barely in the state to stand up, forget going on a drive. Nonetheless, we did go. That is a story, very similar to the Hangover movie, that we swore not to talk about it again.
We did go to Sankey tank in the hopes of seeing a sunrise, but were disappointed by the cloud cover. So we decided to go back home and sleep. At 7 AM!! Sleep we did. Some of us woke up at 10 AM and managed to get ready just by the time the other people started arriving. The remaining part of the get together was very very normal compared to this night.
We all hope that this will only be one of such nights. May our lives all be wild and crazy!!
Now, I'm back to writing, hopefully. Mostly to keep the part of my brain that does non-work related stuff from getting dusty. Yes, I choose that as my excuse. I have always wanted to get back to sitting down and writing. But turns out I'm either in a situation that I want to write about (obviously, I can't report live from the situation) or too lazy to login and write about it. As you might have already guessed (I'm gonna knock that grin off your face) it's the latter. So here we are.
And I have no idea what to write. Grrr!!
Oh yes!!! The party! The one that we had last weekend at my sister's place. Now there's a story worth telling. It's definitely a good story if you really don't want other people to know about it. This is one of them.
My sister has an annual affair that we all like to call a family get together. It's usually a pot luck lunch with all the families getting together at her house. Unlike all these years and thanks to social media and internet based messaging services like Whatsapp, we now keep in touch all the time. Literally, ALL THE TIME!! One of the multiple simultaneous conversations streams on this group turned out to be the menu for that day which we started discussing one week in advance. I won't go into the details of the menu but there was a debate on whether to have puri or not for the lunch. One logical side of the argument was that this will mean at least 3 people will have to be dedicated to the puri process while everyone else will be outside yakking their heads off. The other, can't-resist-puri, side of the argument was that IT'S PURI. HOW CAN WE SAY NO TO IT!!!!
Well, as you can imagine my sister was on the logical side and my b-i-l on the can't-resist-puri side and she won that argument. What a surprise, right! Then the week goes by and somewhere mid week the ice cream is mentioned. What ice cream you say? The ice cream that was home-made by my sister. And because she loves him so much, she also made puri for the can't-resist-puri person.
When you are really happy about something and are in the midst of people, would you really be able to contain that happiness and act like nothing happened? No normal person I know could do that. Neither did my BIL. He told us about the ice cream AND the puri. The ice cream was supposed to be a surprise, by the way. Ever since he started singing praises of the puri, none of us could stay logical any more. I mean come on!!! Puri and choley!! Who says no to that!! (find that person and I will take a swing). There began evolving a plan that seemed so innocent, but few of us knew would be devilish. We planned to go camp at her house on a Saturday that preceded the day of the actual get together. After a lottttttttttttttttttttttttttttt of planning for it, we finally made it there (which is at least an hour and half from where we all live).
The choley was wonderful. So were the hot puffed up puris. Heavenly!! We ate our fill and then some more. Then came out the ice cream. If the puri was delicious and the choley was taste bud tingling, this was on a totally different level. It was so amazing that Suman (another cousin) came up with the idea of ice cream cake for the get together. We were all excited and yayying the idea, when my sister asks the logical question. (Yes, she's the logical and sane one here). Who will bake the cake? Suman, high on the ice cream (we hope) literally puts up her hand and says me me me me!! Her enthusiasm was very infectious and I also did mostly the same thing in her support.
I forgot to mention that by this time we had gotten the bottle of Bailey's, Black Lable, Cardhue and some more types and I was, maybe, on my second drink. We all agree that baking a cake, at 10 in the night, is the best idea and two of us head out to bring the missing ingredients. So, we start baking (Masterchef Suman assisted by yours truly) and the other in parallel are making the board for "baarAT". If you didn't read that right, they started creating the board on the floor!!
This was made from colour paper that was cut into strips and stuck on the floor!! All this started to be done only by 11.30 PM. Not to mention the other sister who was participating by means of virtual presence on Hangouts!! Yeah baby!! In your face Cisco :D
By this time, the cake was almost done. While the oven did it's job, we started to play the game. Almost in true epic proportions. Only to say that we did not bet anything. Everything else you would need to gamble was there! This game lasted until a drink was spilt on it complete with the pieces of glass that broke with it. The clean up resulted in the board being wiped off too, which meant we have to move on to a different game.
In comes Monopoly!! This was where the term MBC was invented. It stood to symbolise the accuracy and speed of our banker, Ashwini. It also stood for Manthari Banking Corporation. (Manthari in Konkani means old woman :P) We played on till no one had any sort of monopoly over anything. Not even how boring it had gotten. This is when Suman comes up with her second brilliant idea of the night. This was to go on a drive. At 4 in the morning!!! I was barely in the state to stand up, forget going on a drive. Nonetheless, we did go. That is a story, very similar to the Hangover movie, that we swore not to talk about it again.
We did go to Sankey tank in the hopes of seeing a sunrise, but were disappointed by the cloud cover. So we decided to go back home and sleep. At 7 AM!! Sleep we did. Some of us woke up at 10 AM and managed to get ready just by the time the other people started arriving. The remaining part of the get together was very very normal compared to this night.
We all hope that this will only be one of such nights. May our lives all be wild and crazy!!
