Ghar ka Khaana!

First of all, For all those who are not well-versed in Hindi, the title of this post literally means 'Home-made Food'. I hope you can excuse my use of Hindi here but the meaning just get lost in English somehow and so I decided to keep it like that. As I said, it's supposed to mean more than just 'Home-made'. There is almost always an inherent meaning, a kinda symbolism, when you say 'Ghar ka Khaana'. You also know how ordinary things become great when you are deprived of it. And so is the case with the food, at least from my point of view. Confused? Ok let me do some explaining here.

Here in Singapore, as a vegetarian, I normally don't come across food of my liking. Although I am not much of a foodie an all but somehow I have got some weird preferences (at least all my friends say so) so it becomes all the more difficult to really get the kind of satisfaction one would have after a heavy meal. Here I dare to generalize that for most of the people, at least from India, 'Ghar ka Khaana' is the best. There are exceptions, of course, as one of my friend from Germany doesn't like German food now a days. Apparently she went to India for some research work and she developed so much liking for Indian delicacies that she has almost given up eating non-veg stuff!

Khair, lots of blabbering already. The point was that yesterday Jasmeet's dad came from India and he got loads of food for us ravenous wolves. What's more, everything was prepared by Jassi's Mom and Sis (and in-fact Granny also made a cake for us deprived souls, I mean things can't get cuter that that...can they!). Everybody had more than his fair share so much so that there wasn't much left for the latecomers! Their fault, we were unanimous (with the hole completely filled up, you should have seen our grins!) in justifying the balloons.

After the heavy Gaul's Feast, we all (about 7 ppl) were there in his drawing room, farting and bitching around. Now the biggest problem with farting among friends is to hold off all the expletives that we use in almost every sentence (for me it's even worse, I use approx. three in one!). A nearly impossible task, I tell you, but we did an enviable job, I mean just about 10 of those in about 2 hrs! Well at least I was very impressed with my performance, though Jassi's dad wasn't.

The same thing is happening in the office too. We have got a female company now a days and I, being a nice guy (or at least pretending to be one), have to control my use of some hugely satisfying words. I mostly get away with it as I immediately start using English for all the life's purposes and it just doesn't come that naturally in english you know. I don't think she minds one way or the other but nice guy is a nice guy...right? :)

Ashu.

Ashu.