Finally the day has come for which, I believe, I started writing blogs, or to exaggerate a bit, I shall say I was born to write this blogpost. It was my friend's engagement. If you have been reading my posts in the past, I did mention about this BWOY who has a say in everything and a comment for everyone. FINALLY the side changed, HEEE HAAAAA HAAAA HAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
This friend of mine is a cool guy and a very very very close buddy. A week before his engagements he called me to SURPRISE me with the good news. I was happy for him, really happy. I also know for the fact that he is a bit modest when it cames to the grandeur of his lifestyle and party. Somewhere I knew ' ki bhai uska engaegement aur CHHOTI party' hard to digest. As usual I entered the party late but and was please to see my guesswork was right. It was a very good party, full of smart and sophisticated people, well-dressed, clean shaven, spik & span. The Marwari image ( with all due respect, Marwari community was more into traditional attires and always has the desi flavour intact) in my mind started to deform. I was standing at an angle and looking at my friend, getting philosophical about how time changes and blah blah blahh!!!!
Then I finally went upto him and congratulated the young lucky couple. My friend was very very nervous, especially with me entering into his territory. He had no escape this time but I somewhere took a 2 hour oath that I would not be the leg puller. I met his famly members and then it was time to dig in. But then I thought lets take a walk and see if I can get some stuff to share for my blog ;)
While I was walking a young girl, of my age, bumped into me by mistake and then politely said a sorry. Her politness ridiculed me to the point that I wanted to tell her sorry that she had to say sorry to me...The hostesses added to the beauty of the party. They were as glamorous as any pretty model. And then the DEFORMATION OF THE IMAGE SCREETHED TO A HALT. I noticed an old uncle in dhoti kurta staring at me and for once I thought I would say 'MY NAME IS IQBAL AND I AM NOT A TERRORIST'. But then I noticed that he was waiting for his food which was being served to him by one of the beautiful hostesses.
Enough of observing and it was time to EAT. But aadat se majboor I was a bit attentive. Soft achari & malai paneer tikka bar-b-qued live in winter time was the best starter to begin with. The panner cubes were well-grilled and served with chaat masala and mint chutney. I proceeded to the oriental salad counter and in transition I overheard a gentleman discussing the share market and hence the desi flavour which I thought was missing was very much intact within the tailor-made suits.
It was now time for some pasta followed by Gehu ka khichda, Bikaneri Pulao, Papad & paneer ki sabzi. While taking food from the buffet counter, when the waiter was serving to pretty lady in her late 40's, the aunty said' bas kijiye bhaiyya, dubaara aakar lenge'.The sweet ending included a chhena wrapped with orange fillings (which was one of its kind and one of the amzaing fusion sweets I have eaten in recent times), hot chocolate brownie with ice- cream and strawberry gateaux.
But the wonderfully amazing item was a very very unsual sweet starter which was basically froth of milk shake garnished with pistachios and nuts. Something out of the world, incredibly yummy and light as anything.
It was time to say good bye and head home. My friend was as nervous as he was when I entered the party. I remember asking him who chose his Sherwani and he answered me the price of it. However am extremely happy for the man :) as he heads to the road more travelled.
This friend of mine is a cool guy and a very very very close buddy. A week before his engagements he called me to SURPRISE me with the good news. I was happy for him, really happy. I also know for the fact that he is a bit modest when it cames to the grandeur of his lifestyle and party. Somewhere I knew ' ki bhai uska engaegement aur CHHOTI party' hard to digest. As usual I entered the party late but and was please to see my guesswork was right. It was a very good party, full of smart and sophisticated people, well-dressed, clean shaven, spik & span. The Marwari image ( with all due respect, Marwari community was more into traditional attires and always has the desi flavour intact) in my mind started to deform. I was standing at an angle and looking at my friend, getting philosophical about how time changes and blah blah blahh!!!!
Then I finally went upto him and congratulated the young lucky couple. My friend was very very nervous, especially with me entering into his territory. He had no escape this time but I somewhere took a 2 hour oath that I would not be the leg puller. I met his famly members and then it was time to dig in. But then I thought lets take a walk and see if I can get some stuff to share for my blog ;)
While I was walking a young girl, of my age, bumped into me by mistake and then politely said a sorry. Her politness ridiculed me to the point that I wanted to tell her sorry that she had to say sorry to me...The hostesses added to the beauty of the party. They were as glamorous as any pretty model. And then the DEFORMATION OF THE IMAGE SCREETHED TO A HALT. I noticed an old uncle in dhoti kurta staring at me and for once I thought I would say 'MY NAME IS IQBAL AND I AM NOT A TERRORIST'. But then I noticed that he was waiting for his food which was being served to him by one of the beautiful hostesses.
Enough of observing and it was time to EAT. But aadat se majboor I was a bit attentive. Soft achari & malai paneer tikka bar-b-qued live in winter time was the best starter to begin with. The panner cubes were well-grilled and served with chaat masala and mint chutney. I proceeded to the oriental salad counter and in transition I overheard a gentleman discussing the share market and hence the desi flavour which I thought was missing was very much intact within the tailor-made suits.
It was now time for some pasta followed by Gehu ka khichda, Bikaneri Pulao, Papad & paneer ki sabzi. While taking food from the buffet counter, when the waiter was serving to pretty lady in her late 40's, the aunty said' bas kijiye bhaiyya, dubaara aakar lenge'.The sweet ending included a chhena wrapped with orange fillings (which was one of its kind and one of the amzaing fusion sweets I have eaten in recent times), hot chocolate brownie with ice- cream and strawberry gateaux.
But the wonderfully amazing item was a very very unsual sweet starter which was basically froth of milk shake garnished with pistachios and nuts. Something out of the world, incredibly yummy and light as anything.
It was time to say good bye and head home. My friend was as nervous as he was when I entered the party. I remember asking him who chose his Sherwani and he answered me the price of it. However am extremely happy for the man :) as he heads to the road more travelled.