This one happened on last Sunday; excerpts of actual conversation, between me and Bro. I was not intoxicated, was simply just trying to do “nothing”. Couldn’t update earlier as was tied up with “Da Office Meetings”.
Bro: Hey Dadai, whassup
Me: Cant find Zafran in this f***ing city
Bro: Why do u need it? If u need coloring something, u have those poster colors
Me: Wanted to color rice for my Biriyani yaar
Bro: then it’s a prob
Me: Yaar I miss Delhi in these situations; imagine not a single major shop having them; Bro: food world ?
Me: – no, not even Big Bazar
Me: Yeah; I remember last time I went to VaishnoDevi, saw them in huge quantities in Katra, and so cheap
Bro: Hey most them might be fake yaar
Me: I know – but Kashmir IS its largest producer na!
Bro: Yeah, I guess we should have stocked it; or may be we can farm it in the back yard
Me: Yeah, sort of kitchen garden, small amount.
Bro: Yeah small small sections of each item; rice wheat, veges
Me: spices, mutton, chicken
Bro: Hmm, lets plant some garam masala poweder plants too
Me: Oh you mean the ones which gives out shells like ground nuts filled with garam masala
Bro: Yeah, quite convenient; not much wasting you know – if you have the smaller variety
Me: Hmm, ….
Bro: And remember to leave good space for the chicken and mutton plants; they grow big.
Me: Yea – yeah! I know, with 250 gms one in the top and kilo ones hanging near the bottom. How about one for the kima too!
Bro: Then you should also have the boneless chickens too
Me: Rite rite; however we need to have a pond too –
Bro: To water the plants
Me: No silly for the fish plants
Bro: Yeah yeah; we can get babai as the head of farm; after all he has been Dy. Dir of Agriculture…
Me: Hmm, but the farm has grown too large by now yaar, where do we get that space?
Bro: Take four poles with you when you go out tomorrow, lookput for any empty place while going to office and mark the space you need with the poles.
Me: Rite, but you too take four, what if someone has already got their garden up and running before us?
Bro: rite rite.. chal then; whosoever gets the space first calls the other
Me: Righto – take care!