Lucknow ke Tunday
This is an excerpt from a gtalk conversation Ankit had with Pinka... after which... well read on
Ankit:
okay... kal humne dost ke vahan... chowk ke tunday ke kebab drawing room mein mangvaye...aur khaye... like a unified mass of 6 plate kebabs... so that it becomes like one shapeless lump of heaven...wid dark brown crust everywhere
and the paranthas...warm...and slightly soft...
so you take chunks of the kebabs out ...n splotch em on yer plate...
then the finely chopped pyaaz..par thoda nimbu...n a lil...jus a lil on the kebabs...
n then the coke ...fizzing like mad in the ice cube filled glasses...
the first niwaala... is received in the mouth...with great expectation...preformed saliva greetin it with a gush... and it all melts into one awesumm awesumm thing in the mouth
n best is that the kebab ka mince n marinated meat...sticks to the plate...to you scrape it off ... and thoda korma bhi thaa... thin...rich//oiled n flavoured liquid ...with such aroma...that you can taste it in your nostrils...
the ocassional mini dips into the korma ... leave a distinct and lasting khushboo on your fingertips...
the korma infact acts as the fluid medium with the sticky crusty and goop like kebabs... shapelss and amazing...and the soft parantha...
a little sip of the garlic raita..keeps the food moving!!
and there you have it a transcendental experience!
heaven
phew!!
: )
errm....pinka?
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u got scared away...heheheh sheesh!
Sent at 2:33 PM on Wednesday
Pinka:
i literally had an orgasm!!!
hahahahaha
Details of Fashion Design @ NIFT
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Huge thanks to my friend Akanksha Redhu for writing this post. She passed out of FD, NIFT,
Subjects: History of fashion, pattern making, draping,
Portrait
Prasun surpirsed me with a portrait he made of me. Here is what he had to say:
The rebel against many things ... first to start with.. "pollution".
Wants to settle down. Meanwhile wants to fly high too.
May be alone
N whenever u leave any place
You leave an impression behind...
the mushroom cloud.
N the pen,
u know...
That's your weapon.
The Enchantress of Florence – Rushdie
"After that Argalia started calling il Machia's crazy family the 'Polentini' and made up songs about an imaginary sweetheart called Polenta. 'If she was a florin, I would have spent her,' he sang, 'and if she was a book, then I would have lent her.' And Ago joined in, 'If she was a bow, then I would have bent her, and if she was a courtesan then I would have rent her - my sweet Polenta.' In the end il Machia stopped being annoyed and joined in. 'If she was a message I would have sent her. If she was a meaning I would have meant her.’”
Friend who left his job
chod do
sab chod do
moh maya chod do... khana peena chod do..ghar chod do..
duniya chod do
Paro chod do
zindagi chod do!
par daru mat chodo
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(by Manjit)