I exploded like a mini bumb today! Such unfairness in life is completely unacceptable to me. Before splintering I rolled up my sleeves and decided to perform a dharna – never mind, that hardly bring results, so thought better to be suicidal!
Mr. A was travelling back from humsaaya land, Hindustan, and conveniently spotted Farah Khan, the choreographer and film director, the sultry Deepika Padukone and then naam tu suna hoga, Shahrukh Khan at the Bombay airport. Flying in or out for their promos for their movie Happy New Year, looking good or not– I totally damn not. Khaak happy, my foot New Year!
I obviously survived the bumb explosion to be relating this to you, but I am thinking perhaps I should swap jobs with Mr. A. After all he is a number cruncher – he can certainly do calculations to the amount of matti, khaad and amreekan ghaas that is needed in the garden, or advance money to be loaned to the maasi because her aunt has expired and everyone in the family needs to travel to Punjab. Or how much cash is needed to regularly source tamater, pyaaz and aaloo, ghost, murghi and daal and all the other essentials. And his efficiency can certainly come in handy when all of a sudden bijli goes because ‘feeder’ blew up or unexpected “tripping” happened. And in between when he gets time he can teach the overgrown tots urdu imla and the deduction techniques of Sherlock Holmes. I think Mr. A will ace, and I can be trotting around – spotting and speaking to celebrities – and capturing photos – all for you guys – imaan naal, what an explosive – dream!
Aah, what to say to such inequitable and enraging happenings, however, lets move on (or rather back) to a completely balanced and equitable meal. A salad doesn’t necessarily have to be full of greens leaves with bits and pieces of meat thrown in, doused with dressing and there you are eating it with complete desolation and despondency. This salad has cold Soba noodles, which are made from buckwheat a slow releasing carbohydrate, mixed with protein rich seafood, finally topped with a briny soy dressing – an explosion in the mouth of distinct textures and flavors. This happens to be a great combination for a hot afternoon lunch – ideal for cooling down – especially those who are boiling with rage and fury.
And by the way this celebrity spotting is not a new thing for Mr. A, not very long ago he was sitting right next to Hugh Grant, again at some airport. I am now thinking perhaps I should swap roles with the airport cleaner, no?