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I Miss You So...

It is a little over a month that I am here in London and surprisingly I haven’t missed much of my many past years in India (read Mumbai and Pune), and I still am not – I am not going through any of those home sick kind of feelings, not yet at least. Nonetheless, during nothing-to-do times, certain things keep calling me back home, all of which may really sound absurd and evidently they are:
The Hindi Galis – I really really miss the hard hitting, punching, and one-tight-slap-like our vernacular galis. It seems like it has been ages that I have heard the real Maa-Bhen stuff, or even used my favourites “chu…” and “IZ” tags. There are no street fights here, no any careless crossing of roads and hence no furious drivers, no frustrated rickshaw drivers or bus conductors, and thus the tedium.
Chinese ka gadi – I have loved the food here, especially the bakery items, the yoghurts (the Greek style one is just yummy), and most of the non-veg stuff. However, at times I pine for the tangy-spicy Chinese food available on the red-coloured-chinese tapris lined across the suburbs of Mumbai. My taste buds get very emotional at even a little evocative memory of the Chicken Monchow Soup, Triple Schezwan Mixed Fried Rice, Chicken Lollypop with Schezwan Sauce – my taste buds get real watery, those are the tears, mind you :-P
SMSing – sob sob, my habit of ticking away on the mobile keypad almost seems to be gone :-(. I use to do a lot of SMS forwarding, and even one-word SMS and replies, crazily to even the extent of “Whats up” and “Nothing”. I was a true SMS addict so much so that at times, my typing speed on mobile exceeded my typing speed in Ms-Word :-D. May be here I refrain from so much SMSing as every SMS translates in Rs. 8 – quite a cost huhh, I bypass this calculation when I have relish some good beer and English food though :-P
Chakhna – I miss the chana, sengdana, wafers, masala papad served with drinks in Mumbai bars. I particularly miss Central Prabhu, a typical shady kind of a bar in Borivali, off the Western Express Highway, where with my brother-like-friend, Tushar and friend-like-brother, Amit, I have enjoyed beers with the awesome chakhna (dry chicken kolhapuri) – its finger-licking good.
Yearned the most - For Aam Ka Achaar and Maa Ka Pyaar :-)
Nothing emotional about it though ;-)

Comments

Anonymous said…
Tapri chai? Bhel Puri? Pani Puri?????
Shailja said…
Good one :-)
Anonymous said…
Sahi hai bhiddu :-)

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