Out of the blue

Seafood Risotto and Chocolate Fondue
Anyone who knows me a little well, knows my food cravings from time to time. This is another one of the sets of food that I miss in Ahmedabad, in addition to Thai prawn curry and BBQ chicken, Chicken dimsums and Crabmeat soup:P. And this particular set was first tried by me at Out of the Blue, Carter Road, Bandra. We ventured there due to R's insistence, due to her fondness for Choc Fondue. I still remember that dinner. It was once when all 7 of us were present ( C took a lot of convincing). Most of us were pretty broke and everything on the menu looked tempting and "burn a hole in the pocket" kind, unfortunately when our pockets were kind of already full of holes. Then my eyes landed on the Seafood Risotto. The descriptions sounded heavenly:prawns, squids, cheese, rice..yummy..And the price tab said Rs 400. The 400 declaration made me swtich the page I was on to pastas and sandwiches and sizzlers which seemed much more in the budget. But the prawns seemed to call me to them and after much discussion, debate with everyone and internal turmoil, I decided to SPLURGE. The happiness that I got from eating the Risotto that day was something which I believe was worth the 400 spent. And then it was followed by the delicious fondue which sort of made the day complete. Well satisfied by the dinner and the banter over the dinner, we went back satiated and content. A night well spent!

I returned to the restaurant twice after that, once with a friend, and once with my parents. I missed it a lot in the last 3 months and yesterday I revisited it with my parents to have my favourite combination, and the contentment I felt was still the same. The law of diminishing marginal utility doesn't always apply:)

To memories!

We never know when we're making a memory, perhaps if we knew, we would try and frame them in our minds better. This blogpost and some more in the future are dedicated to the memories that I have had in my life, the moments that have touched me: some crazy, some beautiful, some painful, some heartbreaking, some utterly romantic, some hugely embarrassing. Perhaps its an attempt to crystallize them before they burst away like bubbles.

Also, since some of these memories may have been shared with close friends, the other readers of the blog may not connect. So go on reading only if you have too much time to kill! And please pardon the fact that my writing is rusty from not having written for effectively almost an year.

H10 IDOL

So, R, N and I happened to be the only ones of the gang left on a particular weekend in IITB. And it turned out to be the HOSTEL IDOL weekend. Our amazing singing capabilities, (in case anyone is in doubt, Nithya is not the N, I donot wish people to even remotely confuse us immensely talented people with her:D) and the immense confidence that being in the final year had given us, and probably the lure of more masala in the valfies led us to participate in the competition. We decided to perform two songs, "Tu Tu hai wahi" and "Eli re Eli". We practised our lungs out and realised that our real talent could only be our costumes or rather their absence;) and not our melodious and cacophonous voices. Hence we went on to invent quite innovative costumes inspired by our songs. Our girl audience am sure would not have forgotten getting such a sight of their fourthies. People who are as talented as us and who have never got a chance to display their talent before, will understand the high that we must have got when we were given the mic and a full audience. We went on blaring into the mic, full of optimism, cheered on by our very supportive audience, adjusting our costumes fearing a wardrobe malfunction, forgetting all lines except for the chorus. Inspite of the ruckus we created, we managed our way into the second round (final year senti) but then lost to a freshie who had to be adjudged the best to encourage future talent!! Yet another bead in the string of crazy/foolish doings in last semester :)

But later that night, C, G and I had the mic and the superlounge to ourselves and we performed every favorite song, disturbed every person in the neighbouring rooms shamefully, danced till our feet ached, laughed till our throats parched. A moment that stays close to my heart.

TIP:For anyone who fears dancing and singing, get a mic, trust me it makes the fear go whizzzzz!!!!