The Mumbai pre-burps and now...

It was a trilogy over on less than 24 hours. Dinner-Lunch-Dinner. And
Romidi and Gaurav da's post biryani spread was spectacular. Eight donuts from the Mad Over house were chakravyu-ed around us and initially i did think that G's threat "now you have to use your left toe and pop each donut in" was real.
Winter catch or hamstring pull could be detrimental in Kolkata winters especially this one. But thankfully while Miss Mahim Causeway (this lady always prefers to come from Andheri to Bandra via the causeway hence the name) and the GnR couple let it pass.
And then barely did we manage to trudge out of the left sideof the bed, the lunch was a pilgrimage that one had to make.
Rahul, Kalyan and their respective better halves were all set for the newly opened mainland Chiona at Linkin's but providence had other plans. A sunday narration after, we all trooped in to the temple of gastro-bandra - Global Fusion and all pudin haras and ilk were mowed down by the avalanches of sushi, sashimi, strirfried and baked crabs...
Only the desert counter was bereft of choolate icecream by the time we managed to amble across to Baskin.
A rather befitting Aii buro lunch paying homage to the superhero of Gastro land in Mumbai.
And just when we thought we'd take it easy, Madhumita (Bubli) brought out bronze ware and the head of a giant Rui (which can easily be used in the Jaws renake!). traditional to the core, where a married lady friend - Sohini - having tricked her little one to slumber came out to do the duties, while her husband was left shedding copious tears as Arsenal trhrashed Liverpool at Anfield.
Maacher maatha-Kaashar Thalaa and Liver pool. Maach-Maati-Maanush.
Didi would be proud.

And now, we are in Kolkata.
And loittey maach at inlaws followed by aunts and uncles jibes has started. But what better way to start a luke-cold Kolkata morning than see Sehwag blast away.
The missus on the other hand is busy grading her students amidst constant phones ringing. But more importantly i hear preps are on for item numbers to usher in Krishtodeb. From Taa Thaiyya to Bidi...it should be fun.
And i guess my pa-in-law is already going through hidden attic corners to hide his malts away.

p.s.: For all those from the girl's side who want the bride to type in too..maybe the pleas need to get a bit louder..