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The Prologue….
31/12/2020 …Some snippets…
The firecrackers
had already started bursting. The sky shots were glittering the dark night sky.
We were all seated around the bonfire.
“It’s twelve
already?”, Saurabh da asked.
We all looked at
our watches and cell phones. It was 22:30 hours, 31/12/2020 precisely. Another
hour and half to go to bring in the New Year.
So it was one of
my neighbour’s, who had a drink or two more than he could have handled and for
him it was midnight at that ungodly hour. Bursting of crackers was banned
during Diwali last year. He had collected a sack full of them. With Covid-19
and lockdown, people were getting bored to their bones I presume. I had my
share of lockdown blues too, which I am sure will reflect in the 365 memos I
write starting from now on.
So coming back
to my neighbour, who unleashed the firecrackers and the sky shots, admitted
that he was done with 2020 and New Year’s Eve and before crawling to his bed,
he celebrated his New Year’s Eve the way people all around the world does it.
How does it even matter if he was an hour and half early!
I was in no mood
to work on the last day of the year. I had not reported to work since two days
prior. Was bed ridden with severe cold and flu, thanks to myself for cleaning
all the bathroom tiles with a worn-out toothbrush and some cleaning agent on
that cold Sunday I had all to myself. Tiktik had gone for a picnic with Saurabh
da and Bou, Nirav was in his own space, gaming, watching sports and cooking a
good lunch.
Coming back to
31/12/2020, our office closed at 14:00 hours and Boss made sure we report
exactly at 14:00 hours on the first day of the year.
I do not recall
celebrating New Year’s Eve … not for the last twelve years. Nirav being in the
hospitality industry, was always at work. It’s a peak season for them and I
could not complain. Every New Year’s Eve I have slept at my usual time. 22:00 hours
to be precise, keeping my phone switched off. My friends hate it. They try to
reach out at the strike of midnight and there I am sleeping peacefully, tucked in
under my quilts.
But this New
Year’s Eve was different. With a new project under progress, Nirav would be very
much home. We made the guest list.
Saurabh da and Bou,
Boon and Anju.
We mutually
agreed to do a potluck.
My office shut
at 14:00 hours. I reached home by 14:45. Changed quickly into my faded tee, a
pair of slacks and a grey sweater I have never worn outside. I bought that
during one of my official trips to Itanagar when I was working with Unilever…
yes that was 2007. So this sweater is thirteen years old and its still warm and
cozy as it was when I had first laid my eyes on it. For some God forsaken
reasons I have preferred to wear this when I am lounging and confined to the
four walls of my home. I decided to take a power nap, which lasted for an hour
or so and by the time I woke up, it was dark already.
It was 17:00
hours. I woke up groggy. I requested Tikitik to make a cup of tea, which she
did delightfully. Mind it… she makes the best milk tea I have ever tasted.
Sipping on that
hot cup of tea, I started to cook.
The kitchen and
the very thought of cooking seemed like a humongous task.
I started with
the easiest.
I began chopping
cabbage, tomatoes, onions and cucumber in the thinnest slice possible. The
salad looked good. I added some shredded ginger to it, with a squeeze of lime
and two chilles finely chopped.
Done with the
salad, I moved on to make a Russian salad…which is always a huge hit with my
guests. The no brainers, all I do is steam the veggies first. Lay them on a
plate, add some mayonnaise, which is always homemade. I hate the over-the-counter
mayonnaise…it smells of preservatives. I love adding some boiled eggs and
pineapples to it. I did not have pineapples this time around. So I settled it
with some chunks of apples. You can garnish a Russian Salad with oregano, thyme,
basil, pepper…as per your choice.
Now two items
ready, I prepared the sweet dish. I decided a simple custard with Marie
biscuits infused with coffee liquor. For the garnish, I added some muesli (which
off course Tiktik hated it) and chocolate shavings.
By this time
Nirav was home and was cooking up a storm…Chicken Bhuna Masala. Please do not
ask me the recipe. We have a mutual agreement that whoever cooks a dish best
will always cook it, the other partner will only eat and savour it for a
lifetime.
By the time we
three dressed up and while I was still applying my mascara (I take the longest
to dress up and get ready… because I have learnt in all these professional years,
when you apply makeup, the basic rule is less is more. And to get the less is
more look, takes a hell lot of time!) guests arrived.
Boon and Anju
got cooked some lip smacking fired pork.
Saurabh da and
Bou came in with some bootor dail and tandoori chicken. Off course they also
had chocolates for Tiktik, salted wafers and roasted ground nuts and khori in
two in that huge Forever 21 tote bag!
Boon got ready
with lighting the bonfire and Nirav as usual was the undisputed bartender.
We sat by the bonfire
talking about all possible things under the sun and that cold night sky.
As the clock struck
midnight, we all wished and hugged each a Very Happy New Year.
Soon, I served
dinner and the guests left.
I slept at 03:00
hours. Cleaned the entire kitchen, washed all the dishes and the dining area
looked as good as new.
I did not fathom
to wake up to a new day, that too the first day of the year, looking at unwashed
plates and glasses.
And by the time I
hit my bed, I was so fresh, I wanted to pour myself another drink, sit in my
balcony all alone and listen to John Mayer.
Yes, I slept
late. I celebrated a New Year’s Eve, but I still kept my phone switched off!!!!
Da – Short form
of dada – elder brother
Bou – Dada’s
wife – Sis-in-law
Bootor dail –
Chana dal
Khori – Twigs,
wood logs
Tikitik – my daughter
Nirav – The Husband