Another paid trip to the heartland. I just love this part of my job. Ostensibly, I will be working. All I am thinking of is Mom's sorse ilish bhaapa (baked mustard hilsa..hmm..doesnt come close to capture the magic).
Am going for a new business pitch. I love my considerate bong brethren. How nice of them to fix the presentation on Friday. Weekend at home. Tea in bed. Breakfast options. Lunch Spread. Evening snacks. Night Banquet.
There is, however, a problem of going to Cal. (Kol, doesnt quite cut it) I have only a few thousand close friends. All connected to each other by the most sphisticated optic ether wiring you will find. All I need to do is call one. Viruses blush at the speed of news in my gangland. And if I do not meet all of them, one will hear no end of it till kingdom come.
Apart from that one hazard, Cal beckons. Want to have the chelo kabab in Peter Cat this time. Time and friends permitting. Or the steak at Mocambo. Maybe both.
I need to go now. The water from my mouth is soiling my shirtfront.
Enjoy your rotis.
Till next week.
4 comments:
Hey! This brought back great memories of Cal. How do you say a short form of the new name? Kol??
:) i loved the last line! 'Enjoy your rotis'. it's so apt! Considering rice tastes so much better with fish and all....but yet for some reason here i.e the western part of India...the predominant/tasteless food item is the roti...! Healthier nonetheless, but tasteless.
Even an Agarwal knows that bhaapa is steamed, not baked!
Have you tried Malvani fish curry?
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