One evening, after I had rearranged my room again, realizing that I needed my table fan to run again because my table no longer was under the ceiling fan, I informed the 'boys' that I would like them to take my fan to the fan guy as they were going that far anyway to buy a cake for their midnight birthday party celebration. ( feels like St. Clair's by Enid Blyton, right? :) )
I wasn't planning to go...but then it rained and somewhere I didnt trust they'd handle it properly. I had to see it for myself. So I pulled on a pedal-pusher (the muddy roads are pretty irritating to walk in, post-down pour) and an over-sided t and surprised them when I went down to join them.
So we walked along the tiresome route that sweaty evening, postponed the cake buyin by a few minutes n walked towards the busy fan fixing man.He looked slightly surprized - I suppose to see a girl come to his manly hardware store.
Turned the knob...
And vroom! the fan was blowing powerfully! Just as it did on the first day I brought to the hostel!
Scared, worried and guilty... I showered the fan fixer with his current patient's chief complaints! - 'It wouldn't start this morning!' '...burning plastic smell..' '..it slowed down like it was possessed'
He listened to me like a patient doctor but there really wasn't much he could or was supposed to do! The fan was working perfectly fine!
The boys and I started blaming different possible things - '...the hostel switch...' '...the 3 way plug point...' and thanked the fan fixing man for the free check up.
Then we (ok mostly me...I came out because I was very hungry! I admit it! :") ) walked a little ahead to a stall that made pyagi (onion fry), vada and many other items. This stall specially made Aloo Bora! (Vada stuffed with mashed potatoes)
The boys had given me one the previous day to eat, it was good but I wasn't hungry then.
That evening I watched him make it. Fresh for the three of us- He took out some batter, laid it flat on his work area, placed a lump of orange looking mashed potato on top of the batter, rolled it up and put it inside his big black vessel to fry in the hot oil!
He put 10 of them in, in the same methodical manner, fiddling wid the gas valve every once in a while...
Once they were done, he strained the lot, put it in a piece of old newspaper, folded it and put it inside a plastic bag for us!
We didn't even wait till we found a place to sit..we just attacked the plastic and started gobbling!
There is absolutely nothing like a street side oily food item!
Moral Of The Story: Nothing really... Just a narration of one of hungry adventures in this wild wild world with my feigning fan!
#Future Notes:
a) My fan still doesn't work at one level.
b) The boys were unsatisfied with the cake in the near by cake shop and went to search for another. They ended up buying a tastier, better but smaller one - as I understand from my sources ;D
Once they were done, he strained the lot, put it in a piece of old newspaper, folded it and put it inside a plastic bag for us!
We didn't even wait till we found a place to sit..we just attacked the plastic and started gobbling!
There is absolutely nothing like a street side oily food item!
Moral Of The Story: Nothing really... Just a narration of one of hungry adventures in this wild wild world with my feigning fan!
#Future Notes:
a) My fan still doesn't work at one level.
b) The boys were unsatisfied with the cake in the near by cake shop and went to search for another. They ended up buying a tastier, better but smaller one - as I understand from my sources ;D
2 comments:
missin aloo boras ..actually plain borras is what i prefer :(
dont mind missin the heat tho ! :)
I loved this one! it does remind me so much of Orissa. BTW what is "rite"?
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