My friend arrives. We spend 2 minutes saying hello and quickly put the plates and sit on the table. My wife starts making m.dosai and serving it to us. We start talking and eating. Things are on a roll. Bitching about MBA and stuff is always engaging.
30 minutes later:
The batter is almost done. My friend is on his SEVENTH m.dosai. I am on my EIGHTH. And its Masala Dosai. Not just regular ones. I am keeping count. Under normal circumstances my wife would have closed shop after my 3rd. But a guest is around. She can't say a word. Especially since I have been carefully avoiding all her signs asking me to stop. I am mentally begging my friend to go for 2 more. He gets the 8th dosai. Realizes that we have been talking and eating for quite some time. His eyes droop. The poor fellow runs out of gas and says "can't have more baba! I am stuffed. Here dude.. you have half". So I take the half and cooly tell my wife (without looking at her) - "I'll stop with one more honey!". She decides to dare me and says "No I think you have had enough".
Never the one to be cowed down by a stare fight, I double dare "No I'll have one more". I think she must've looked at me for a while before throwing in more 'maavu' on the tava. I can say because the 9.5th dosai took a while to appear on my plate. I usually like the new one dropped on my plate as I am having the last piece of the previous one. It is all one smooth motion. Like music. But its all forgiven once I get my 9.5th Masala Dosai. On the flip side we did have a small regret that my poor wife barely got 2 Dosai's for her dinner (and masala for just one dosai). I guess its just one of those things.. I am sure I'll apologize.... but it all depends on when she starts talking to me again.
Did you people hear about the incident in Madras where a guy climbed up a pole and threatened to jump if the police did not pay him Rs 500,000? It happened right next to my parents house. There is a cell phone tower next to Pandian Store (W.Mambalam). A person it seems climbed the tower and threatened to jump. Apparently he was not from the city. The entire public stopped and watched the show for 2 hours. My mom's neighbor literally dragged her to the terrace to watch the guy. It seems people were saying " I have to go to work and finish something important. But.. I won't, because I'll never get a chance to see something like this". Ice-cream sellers and Balloon sellers began to set up shop to cash in on the excitement (Source: My Aunt). Fire Engine, Police and all the kings men had come to convince Mr.Humpty Dumpty. Luckily he didn't have a great fall. The police managed to save the guy's life. I live there and nothing happens. I leave and its all drama. Nothing ever happens in Mambalam. 1 spoon less sugar in Kameswari's coffee house is enough to set residents talking about it non-stop for 3 days. I think this is the most exciting thing that has happened in W.Mamalam since the East India Company landed on the shores. And I missed that. People will not stop talking about this. Be it inbetween overs during Ind-Pak cricket matches or while grabbing 'free' (oosi) news paper from neighbor's house. Its unbelievable. Its all happening out there.