It's official. Anish' mom is THE person to go to for any seafood preparation. Thank you Ashish, wait... don't blast me again, I didn't call you back out of sheer courtesy. :)
Aah, the joy of aunt's in phoren-land, the fish, the prawns and the sol-kadi and the sol-kadi and the sol-kadi to top it off. Bless you Aunty. Pet khush, dil khush, paisa vasool, thank you very much.
So Anish is one of the Ashish, Dennis category friends. One of the main (not proud of it) quality of this category of friends is that we are extremely pathetic at keeping in touch. So much so that I had made plans to come to Richmond more than a month back and I completely forgot that Anish is in Richmond too. Only for our man, Ashish Kulkarni, to remind me the same and that his parents are visiting him. Ata Kay! Aunty cooks, reverential sigh, Ashish is woken up at 8 AM in Pune, he curses, we grin, we eat, I'm sure he will read this post in sometime, he will curse again, everyone happy. Good Night.
Off late a few of my posts have dealt with quirkiness and one more to add to the list. So the situation is that you are trying to lighten the mood with some good (or agreeable) humor and there is this one person (in this case, could be multiple otherwise) who hails from another part of the country who either doesn't get the joke or just doesn't operate at that wavelength or lack of a wavelength (if you know what I mean). Now you are stuck in this situation when the only word that comes to mind is "Awkward!!" You have the entire family, friends, having a good time and this guy is just Awkward!! You don't know if you have pissed him off or he is just the way he is but the situation is mightily awkward. So the next time you crack a joke (or a harmless wise ass remark) you aren't incorporating him in the joke and you are very much aware of his presence or should I say absence in the conversation but then bhaat to do, no? Turns out when I did prod a lil bit with him, he is a proud native of whatever part of the country he comes from, which explains his aloofness ( if you ask me, dim wittedness)
Finally, you are on your way back home, about 2 minutes from home and this song comes on which you hear after ages. You have to complete this song which is why you drive past home and continue driving till you finish it. Happens, no? Or is it just me and my family? MJ, I finally saw "This is It". You were the biggest entertainer/performer of my time. Once again in your tribute and the song for which I don't mind driving past home. Every time.
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6.30 a.m. Not 8. And revenge will be extracted.
Arre haan, I completely forgot I am on the East Coast. Haan, that was a lil cruel, but bhaat to do? :)
Atleast I didn't call you back again.
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