Sweet friend

About 6 years ago we met this guy. Obnoxious, loud, crude… in short everything I like in a guy. He impressed us big time.
The first time he talked to us, he called Mu-man a hatta-katta Punjabi and stroked the guy’s ego big time. He talked to me about the sandwich wala right out side Mithibai College who I miss the most on some days. After that it was a pattern…he would always talk about food. I thought he was hinting I was fat and didn’t know anything better anyway. But that didn’t seem like him. He ate like a King and praised like one too. Over the years that we have grown to know him better, we know the guy knows, lives, breathes and eats FOOD!!!
Here are a few things I partnered with him on
o Drooling over Jilebi rabdi ..yummm
o Coming up with the weirdest movies for VD-ya to act out during Dumb Charades (eg: Balathkaar)
o Planning the technicalities of getting all antibiotics and fever medication directly into our kitchen faucet since our kids fall sick all the time.
o Arguing about whose kid is dumber
o Dreaming about “masth me soneka, masth me khaneka, masth me vacation ko janeka”

AAAshay, Happy 40th, dost. May life be like an experience at a Bengali sweet store… where the hardest decision would be choosing between Rosshogulla or Mishti Doi…