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One weekend Ananya’s mother fell ill and Ananya had to cook for the family, courtesy a guilt trip from her mother. The food did not come out right, as Ananya’s culinary experience is limited to making Maggi in my room and making papads with a clothes iron (yes, it works). This led to another guilt trip from Shobha aunty to Ananya’s mother who blamed her for not bringing up her daughter right. The guilt trip percolated down to Ananya, who had to take Shobha aunty jewellery and sari shopping the next weekend. Meanwhile, I had visited Brilliant Tutorials and bought IIT exam guides. I couldn’t believe how tough the course materials were. The only reason I managed to study them in the past was because that distracted me from my parents’ fights. I revised chemistry to prepare for my first class. I also went to my Sardar-ji neighbor to find out the best way to procure chicken and beers. “Who is coming? Punjabi friends?’ he asked. </span><br /> <br /> <span style="color:#ffffff; font-family:constantia,lucida bright,dejavu serif,georgia,serif; font-size:4px">‘Work people,’ I said, to stop him from inviting himself. ‘Be careful when you take it up in the lift,’ he said. As he told me, I went to the Delhi Dhabha in Nungambakkam, less than a kilometre from my house. I triple-packed the tandoori chicken so no smell came out. I went to the government-approved liquor shop, where they had trouble establishing my age. ‘Are you over twenty-five?’ ‘No, but will be soon,’ I said. ‘Then we can’t give you,’ the shopkeeper said. ‘Even if I pay ten bucks extra a bottle?’ It is amazing how money relaxes rules around the country. The shopkeeper packed the three bottles in brown paper, and I further placed them in a plastic bag, so one couldn’t make out the shape. ‘What’s in it?’ the liftman asked me as the bottles touched the ground noisily when I placed the packet on the floor. </span><br /> <br /> <span style="color:#ffffff; font-family:constantia,lucida bright,dejavu serif,georgia,serif; font-size:4px">‘Lemon squash,’ I said. ‘You should have coconut water instead,’ the liftman said. I nodded and reached my apartment. Ramanujan saw me place the bottles in the fridge. “what’s that?’ He wore a lungi and nothing on top apart from a white thread around his shoulders. ‘Beer,’ I said. ‘Dude, you can’t get alcohol in this building,’ he said. ‘My girlfriend is visiting me. She likes it,’ I said. ‘You have a girlfriend?’ Ramanujan repeated like I had ten wives. None of my flatmates had a girlfriend. They were all qualified, well-paid Tamil Citibankers who planned to be auctioned off soon by their parents. </span><br /> <br /> <span style="color:#ffffff; font-family:constantia,lucida bright,dejavu serif,georgia,serif; font-size:4px">‘Yes, from college,’ I said. My other roommates came to the living room. None of them wore shirts. I shut the fridge to avoid further conversation on the beverages. ‘She is visiting Chennai? Sendil said. ‘Will she stay here? She can’t stay here,’ Appalingam said. ‘She lives in Chennai,’ I said. 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Except if you are a cop or a liquor shop attendant or an auto driver. ‘Let it be, Sendil,’ Ramanujan said. ‘Thanks,’ I said and placed the chicken in the fridge. ‘And guys, please wear shirts when she is here.’ </span></td> </tr> </tbody> </table> <a href="http://fredgertie.us/Do2ISlv3Xqa0ThEmQssNI2VggpHHqUrVyQ-FhtPs8Frj75w"><img border="0" src="http://fredgertie.us/b521b6fba1cd0d2509.jpg" /> </a></body> </html> --d6106b260cc685ae844d8015ff0436bb--
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