It being Durga Puja time, Sharmila and Natasha were all decked up to go to the biggest festival for the Bengalis. But it also being Friday evening, Nikita and I totally nagged till we were let off the hook and allowed to stay back. Neither of us like going outside home after the workweek.

And I am glad I did not go. Instead, Niki suggested we light a fire and sit outside. So that was about a couple of hours of completely idle chat. Not sure why, we talked about wide ranging topics from oil spills (she brought it up) to the phases of the moon (I brought it up). It is always these small things in life that bring the greatest joys to me somehow.

Speaking of small things, we soon noticed a small earthworm wriggling along the concrete surface by the pool. We could see the earthworm clearly by the light of the fire. It was funny watching intently as the earthworm trudged along. It would take a step forward – it was more like a wave started from the back and eventually reached the front and then the front would raise its edge, turn its tip to check out three of four directions (it was like at every step, it was going “What are my options?”, “What are my options” 🙂 ) and then settle down on one of them and lay its head there – waiting for another wave to push it all the way from the behind 🙂

Finally, I started explaining some characteristics of the earthworm to Niki – especially the versatility of its skin (thru which it “sees”, breathes, eats, excretes etc etc). And I let her know that it belongs to a class of species called “Annelida”.

She was like “What?”

I repeated “Annelida”.

She looked at the completely clueless and directionless worm one more time and gave her verdict “Well, it is not much of a “lida” anyways” 🙂

Now, that kind of humor is not a small thing for me. That is a HUGE thing for me 🙂

Out with Sharmila for our usual Sunday evening date night. Watching the Cowboys play Saints. We are at a different bar than our usual one today. Met the bartender at the new bar. I was exchanging notes about making cocktails with him.

Then I ordered my drink. It has been a cold, cloudy, dreary day. Thought I would get going with a Bourbon. The following conversation took place with Jay (the aforementioned bartender):

“Four Roses. Single Barrel”
“Neat?”
“With a splash of Sprite”
“Rocks?”
“Four cubes. Wash. Don’t pour.”
“Got it”

And then as Jay walked away, he looked at Sharmila and said “The man knows how to take his Bourbon”.

Sharmila, completed unimpressed and accusing me of showing off (which was totally true 🙂 ) asked me “Bolbo okey baaritey haath diye posto bhaath mekhey khao?” (“Shall I tell him that you mush your rice and curry with your hands at home and then eat with your fingers?”) 🙂

Nothing like a wife to burst your pretentious sophistication bubble 🙂

I was trying to capture Niki’s pictures as we waited for the fireworks of Hibachi cooking up start. She immediately snatched my phone away saying “No paparazzi please! Although my hair does look good tonite”!!!