But after that blunt-ended post, the images does tend to get a bit blurred
But since we were on the lines of collective eating habits of Indians, let me just pull together a few more snaps and write about a couple more sessions when I had the privilege of eating a more than decently cooked meal with my comrades. But be warned, its isn’t always a reason to celebrate, an occasion to memorise; for them , it is almost daily life, with an added guest to feed upon their rations (me, in case u didn’t get it) .
People get ready to go to Mirchi’s - each with their own version of fashionable
I have numerous snaps of our times in Talybont and I will conjure up a few of them (the ones that really explained the ambience) and I will also put in a few from the new place they moved into (even though it was only for a short while.) there is a complete album devoted to one such time though. “Dinner at Chancery Lane”
But all that will be preceded by the tale when we went to Mirchi… good times…
The snaps will be in the Album “Dinner in Mirchi”
The start…
The actual food… (I remembered, the guys kept on complaining about how it was not spicy enough!! LoL)and i believe the fork, and hand is sajith's .. strange notions , that guy has.. absolute possesive abt chicken... ha ha ha!!!
After a full stomach…
A separate snap for the great guy who took the great shots ... Selva, thanks buddy!!
I will hold good on my last promise and put in some snaps about our good old times, back in cosy Talybont south.
Back then the trio Prakash, Vinoth and Santa were the definite members and Punit usually gave them company ; though almost never did he partake of their food (that upright ass!). Sometimes Sajith, Raam, Joshi or Selva were also present , almost always the party exceeded 4 members, though the frequency of Joshi , Raam and me were markedly less in that order.
The usual items included rice; often cooked in the microwave (for a short while cooked in Santa’s cooker but then that was discarded as well) yoghurt and some curry usually with tomatoes, onions and/or eggs as primary constituents. We did have a few other dishes , meat for instance but the staple diet were the above mentioned ones. The dinner session was a lengthy drawn out session, often leading to us earning curses from our roommates [:P] because of the noise, mess and the space we took up, but I am never the one to complain. It felt good to have people around.
Prakash stayed 2 floors above us, yet every session he dutifully stepped out of his corner (the rest of the day he spent cooped up... all day.. making detailed analysis of pornographic motion films). Vinoth technically stayed in a altogether different flat but he was around in Santa’s place for quite some time … Punit and Santa usually tagged along each other wherever they went [which was usually to the library or the grad centre but Punit also managed to persuade Santa to take long walks with him to explore the different roads of Cardiff. Sajith had *ahem* *ahem* personal business going on … and he did drop in time and again, though towards the end his (and Selva’s ) frequency increased. Raam was a cook himself, so he didn’t feel the need to come down so often. And since I stayed there, invariable I was mostly around. Selva stayed in Court, and closer to Vinoth than the rest of us, it was only in the later stages that he started coming more often.
Sajith cooked whenever chicken was on the menu and he was a decent cook. I usually didn’t refuse their invitation to join them though I did feel a little guilty coz they didn’t really have an inclination for the food I cooked [:D] . Punit would invariably fiddle with his phone and Prakash will give gay looks all around or ask about songs and games. Or gape at passing brit undergrads trooping out for their parties.
Sometimes, the dinner session was followed by a leisurely sutta session and random babble. The guys did make a hell of a racket, especially Punit and Sajith and the others pitching in with earnest on a topic that fired their cylinders and I usually was satisfied being a relatively quieter spectator with a bemused smile on my face as I watched them have a go’s at each other.
They made a real mess of the kitchen … spilling oil, and curry powder and leaving the dirty utensils in the sink, on the stove not to say that the rest of the flatmates were spick and span , so it added to a generally dirty shared space.
But it still was good times; old times; fun times. Life; with friends; Life with so few worries, with so much promise. Happy days … sigh….Talybont days… Happy days .
