Lifela bulb vaangalaam..aana bulb vaangarathay lifea iruntha...ithelaam sagajam thaaana. Chronologically from the latest:
Few days back my sis had came home for dinner and since mom was busy cooking she asked me to serve food. Ok..ok...samaikka thaanga theriyathu..sapdrathukum serve panrathukum oralavuku terium. Atleast thats what my sis also wud've thought while agreeing to allow me to serve i guess. She is very fond of paruppu podi and always complains that we dont make it enough spicy for her taste..for, urs truly, being a sweet guy :), has bit of an aversion to anything over the acceptable spiciness limit. This time mom had promised that the powder wud be to her taste. She told me its in an yellow dabba on the table. (Note this line twice. You have to revisit it in few seconds) I followed it to the letter T. Sis was happy that it was as spicy and infact bit more for her own taste and praised mom that it tasted better than the one she had bought at Ambika Appalam. When mom asked her to take it home with her, she produly claimed that she would go home and prepare it on her own. When me and mom sat for dinner, she saw the dabba on the table and asked where had i kept the paruppu podi dabba after serving sis. I told her its right in front of her. She was shocked. It was Kara podi she had prepared for mixing in Sambar and stuff :D I was laughing so much that i didnt even realise when my sis poured the remaining powder on my plate. In my defense..both the dabbas where in yellow colour. Solratha ozhunga sonna naan en sothappa poren.
This one a few years back. My mom used to keep Horlicks bottle away from me as true to the ad i would eat them direct and not just that, would always leave the bottle open. Seekrama katti thatti poiduthu sollitu she would always pour the content in some other bottle and hide it from me. One day i was itching to have something sweet and silently went to the kitchen to suttufy something. I was surprised to see the horlicks bottle out in open. Secretly relishing the thought of feasting i flicked the bottle, went and locked inside the study room. In my eagerness (read greedy) to gulp it fast i took a big karandi full of it and stuffed as much as possible. Well. Oru chinna mistake aaidichi. The damned yellow powder was at it again. It was paruppu podi dabba and not horlicks :( She had prepared it afresh and the nedi was sooper strong. It took me one hour to clean the room and make it spot free from the mishap. And till date mom doesnt know the mystery of the missing podi.
Ithu innum cinna vayasula. Mom used to prepare karuveppillai thogayal at home. The thicker the paste more delicious it would be. Once my cousin had came home and he was always very fond of my mom's cooking. Again..mom was bc that day on something and i was the one who served the food. Slighta spelling mistake aidichi. Instead of serving him the thogayal i served maruthaani( mehandi) which was also lying on the dinner table in a similar looking bowl. Best part was he dint realise it till two three mouthfull and luckily mom saw the bowl from which i served this time and he escaped. Ithula enna kutham solli ennanga use. Same color. Same texture. Same paathram vera. Oru appavi siruvana kurai solrathay intha ulagathoda pozhappa poachu.
Nalla serve panrathu thaan good hospitalitynu solranga. Aana athu hospitalla kondu poi udra mathiri maarita appo enna panrathu?? Haioooo...haioo....