As I write these words, a delicious aroma is wafting from the kitchen towards me. Our cook, the forever cheerful Anil, is busy stirring the dekchi. I take his word for it that what he calls 'Sindhi Kadi'with such confidence, is indeed the genuine article. Anil is a Bong, like my husband. I am a ghati. And the 'kadi' is supposedly 'Sindhi' (wonder if it's the same stuff L.K. Advani eats at his home??). Well... we love Anil's version, even if it does feature an over abundance of 'gowar' - those nasty beans, more bitter than anything else. Purists eat the 'Kadi' with sweet boondi rice - a rather startling but delicious combo. I prefer to soak Punjabi atta chappatis into a katori full of piping hot 'kadi' (I have to see the steam!). This makes a complete and entirely satisfying meal on a monsoon night. My other dinner option was fancier but also far more strenuous. It was an invitation to a formal dinner party hosted by a prominent lady banker in honour of visiting Harvard professors. Too much intellect in too short a span of time. My appetite died an instant death. I 'd like to think I made the right choice by staying home and enjoying the 'kadi'. Yup. I ditched. But what the hell - is anybody really missed on these occasions? Naah!
I tried for tickets to the latest Batman movie (beyond brilliant, I'm told). Only front rows, said the Metro Adlabs guy. Oh hell - that's the multiplex where movies never start on time. And the popcorn's pretty lousy, too. My daughter sadistically suggested 'Kismet Konnection'. I firmly kissed it goodbye.I like Shahid. But not THAT much. As for Vidya - she should buy Shilpa's yoga dvd,forthwith.And keep those thick legs out of sight.Aaaah.... the 'Sindhi Kadi' is ready. And so am I!