the players

The last two days have been a whirlwind. Our wedding menus have been predecided, but when I asked Ma where i cud find it decipherable, she handed me a page which had amongst other things scribbles and crossouts in various hues of dot-pen-ink blue. So the listing of the menu is on its way as soon as the encrypter gets his job done.
Meanwhile, the Bombay brigade is here. To be precise A310 Adarsh. That is how i recollect everybody - MOta, Chumki, Mac, Soibal, Rumki...though dadu-dhruti, rahul-jini and Ronnie are on their way..
A310 adarsh was where i was acquainted with Mota's haraami questions, Dadu's idiosyncratic quasi-bohemianism and Mac's snore-decibel.
The last came back to haunt me as i shared bedroom space with the man with the last laugh this side of Writer's building. Aftre an evening of TMC and CPM bashing, and theories on how CPM will be back in power on the able foresight of Nirupam Sen, and watching a mindless episode of dadagiri, interspursed with Chumki's "he's so cute" directed NOT at Dada but at Borda - Khandada, we settled in.
I couldn't find a cab back home at 12 30 am (early by Mumbai standards) and was glad that I could go back to the effervescent adda that followed one of the best mutton curries of the season and fish, that brought out the energizer avatar of Mac babu.
However, the memories of such pleasurable and deep rooted discussions such as plans to perturb my single malt loving father in law, and get a bride to be for Mac, were drowned at roughly around 3 am, on the winter night.
Mac was in slumber-plumber mode.
he was sleeping, but inducing the sound that could rival any plumbing operation in the ocncrete square foot of detroit.
I thought of various things
1. record the snore as a ringtone, for Mac's prospective would be-s
2. Go across to the living room and prefer to be SnM-d by Salt Lake mosquitoes
3. Chuck a hard object at him
I did the thord. But the hardest object i could find merely tossed him aside and on a different scale he encored.

"karvaten badaltrey rahen saari raat hum..aap ki kasam"

And then when morning came, i reached home to find my cousin from the army- badsha (Major Chiranjeev das) his wife grete me with "so were you at your friend's place or 'girl' friend's place? hehehehehe"
I snigered. Briefly.
For i was soon attacked by my standard two niece - Riya, who had answers to everything, and questions about everything. When all i wanted was TO SLEEP.
And then when i did wake up, the battle for the remote began - a battle between Nick, Cartoon Network and Pogo facing off with neo sports and ESPN.
And while it's great fun, giving value systems of other people'skids a complete U-turn, such activities take a backseat, when Sehwag is in full flow or bathroom is occupied.
Final respite came last evening when groom and bride took the evening off to resort to the ultimate soothener for the Bong spirit - the Mutton biryani.
And now, i am being phoned urgently to stop typing and "GET YOUR ASS BACK HOME"...
So...