The Pizzazzy

It couldn’t have been more eventful than it got yesterday. What began as a typical Saturday ended up being quite adventorous to the extent of being risky.

After a lazy morning and a leisurely lunch I left the house to meet my friends Smitha and Vaishali. Smitha I was meeting after 3 years, we were working together before we both got married around the same time and she left for UK. After that we were in touch through mails and I was pretty excited about meeting her.

The other friend Vaishali happened to join us, she is from the translation department of my previous company. A fun person to be with. Well, the original plan was to go for the Kerala Massage Therapy at DP Road. But fortunately it was closed and it gave us some time to catch up on old times.

Me and Smitha have so many things in common, we both met our respective husbands during college, they were our best friends before we got married, they are maharastrians and we are not. Well even before we had all these things in common we connected and have become good friends.

After some three four hours of non stop chatter and continous bursts of laughter and giggles over a few cups of cappucinos, garlic breads and ceaser salads we felt rejuvenated, so much that it was better than any massage therapy.

During all these good hours I was actually getting late to reach Di’s place. She had invited me and Anand for a barbecue party. Yes, it’s barbecue parties everywhere and I am not at all sorry to mention it every now and then in my posts. Okie, so the boneless chicken was perched up in the corner waiting for me to turn them into delicious kebabs. I decided not to follow any recipe and simply marinated them with the green marinade that we use for preparing fish curry.

The guys were busy at getting the fire started in the barbecue and since the coal was taking some time to burn and heat up the barbecue, the guys got hold of some spirit. So, here’s the beginning of the adventure. As soon as the spirit was put into the pit, the flames caught fire and shoot up. The reaction was so fast that the flames caught the spirit within the bottle, the next moment was crazy, the bottle was thrown and the spirit caught more fire and it started spreading in the gallery. The ladies were looking for water, the guys were into fire fighting.

We managed to find water cans and buckets and managed somehow to extinguish the fire. The flames in the pit extinguished after one final wild uproar. Finally we caught our breath and were totally shocked and the next 15-20 minutes went into cleaning up the coal marks and everything in the gallery. Thankfully no one was hurt and nothing was lost, and most importantly during all this chaos Urjit was busy in the bedroom with his Cartoon network and was saved from witnessing the accident.

Another half an hour went into post mortem of the horror while we switched to the electric grill. The drinks resumed with the great tasting grilled chickens, kebabs and some rice. Although we ladies had lost our appetite we managed to stuff our stomach with some of the food.

The guys kept repeating the morale of the story “Never to use spirit or rock oil to start fire” but in retrospect what I see is a family having good time together and fighting danger together with a perfect co-ordination and co-operation. You see those 2-3 minutes were really horrific and we acted really fast. Although I am scared to even think about the scene but after the storm I felt we emerged as a family more closer and more bonded.