Aeeeeee buro bhaat

Aii buro at 34 is not a novelty anymore, or as my parents led me to believe since i touched 30 that it would be a futile event. So i did cross that line. (What to do Mithu wasn't in my life pre 30.) However, it is a fact that appetite does diminish and not necessarily at 30. By that logic I should have had my aii buro bhaat at 16. When 30 luchis or two whole tandoori chickens were child's play. However, invitations have poured in - Riya and her darling mom started the proceedings with shutki, mutton, tubful of choco chip icecream and maach. Now Mota and Jini's mom has so endearingly called me to inform that my next stop of this gastronomic Rajosuo yagna is South City Mall. And then Romi di, my disciple.

Incidentally Mithu's mom, mashima - the Tagore fanatic and Mrs Chintamani - worrying is her favourite past time (I'm her jamai can you blame her?) - has threatened Mithu that if her clothes donot fit, she will not be excused from the toe touching Olympiad.

Scary thought. And maybe she and I need to watch it.

And then one gchat message later - we ponder - this weekend - should we be at Global F or the Raan rice at Persian Durbar - or Puro - or Five - or will we have a chance at all?

However, i strongly believe that the house that has gelusil and pudin hara and fresh lime juice is immune to such non-Bengali worries.

When liberalisation happened why didn't Bongs try and export their digestive systems and the art of heavy eating and lazing to micro-appetite rest of india? (ps. however we shouldn't forget our parsi brothers and sisters.)

But these are the happy pointers. Now imagine what happens when relatives jostle. And aunts that aren't very good at the ladel( to put it mildly) charge out with triple exclamation marks in their dilated pupils "EMAA!! ETO KOM NICHCHO KENO???BESHI KORE KHAOO!!!" While the uncle through the nose bridge reading glasses will keep all "KI DAAM!!!" memories at jogu babur bajar within and instead respond with a placid "BOMBAYTE NISHCHOI BHALO MAACH PAWA JAYE NA?"

I also wouldn't be surprised at category 2. Where while you have just sunk your teeth into the juicy chunk of a goat's thigh, a voice sideblurbs in "AJKE SHOKALER PAATHA 160 taka KILO"

Compensated by a patronising smile that sermonises about "KINTU KI DAARUN PIECE".

Which brings to the conclusion that even in a recessionary year some goats are better off than others.

I'm sure the real deal is more promising. But that starts, in around a week i guess.

Till then I should eat less. (sorry not happening. A birthday invite from the Goretti-Warsi house tonite.)

Exercise more. (Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!) Sorry.

Or maybe pray for one round of loose motions. (I'm a Bong But in winter months, I'm told even that is a hard bargain.

Damn.