It was a hot, humid Saturday afternoon and the members of the BBC were having a lazy afternoon lunch in the Kalpa-droom, lectures and college having been dispensed with.
We were all munching and talking desultorily about some vague topics when my eyes spied the cover of the dabba in which i had brought food.
Since it was a Sundae box, the cover had a big, bright, mouth-watering photo of a chocolate sundae with the ridges of vanilla standing firm while chooclate was running down the furrows and down the sides...mmm..mmm..
Then, i had a madcap idea to go and buy a sundae then and there and finish it off!The BBC members all trooped out in unison and marched towards the great Aditi. Having driven the manager crazy with our doubts and indecisiveness about everything, be it the flavour and the size to our seating and sitting, we then ran back to the college looking for a secluded place to eat the whole thing.
Presto! The Dean's Lawn, the green and the flowery paradise was open to us,the behenji mortals.
There, we were, seated on the velvety grass and hunched beneath the shady palms,its long leaves gently swaying and rustling up our(especially my wild) tresses.
Someone then opened the box, gently, while we waited with baited breaths.As soon as the lid was prised open, all of us, armed with our plastic spoons literally pounced upon and attacked the delectable mound of cream and chocolate.
Soon, white merged with dark chocolate and became an indetectable, amorphous coffee colour, frozen cream became cold milk, ice to water and the solid chunk to a floating custard. Spoons flew, dresses were splotched, lips were smeared, cheeks were smudged fingers were sticky and faces grimy.
Atlast, the scooping, digging and licking bore fruit as the box was licked clean and there was the joy of satisfaction on our faces about a job welldone...
Footnote:
The purpose of this post was not merely to express our skill in collective gluttonry but also to express my gratitude and luck in having a few, true good friends who are capable of making such a positive difference to my life.
This also reminds me of my favourite line from Munnabhai.."Yeh mat socho ki zindagi mein kitne pal hain par yeh socho ki ek pal mein kitne zindagi hai."
Long Live the BBC!
We were all munching and talking desultorily about some vague topics when my eyes spied the cover of the dabba in which i had brought food.
Since it was a Sundae box, the cover had a big, bright, mouth-watering photo of a chocolate sundae with the ridges of vanilla standing firm while chooclate was running down the furrows and down the sides...mmm..mmm..
Then, i had a madcap idea to go and buy a sundae then and there and finish it off!The BBC members all trooped out in unison and marched towards the great Aditi. Having driven the manager crazy with our doubts and indecisiveness about everything, be it the flavour and the size to our seating and sitting, we then ran back to the college looking for a secluded place to eat the whole thing.
Presto! The Dean's Lawn, the green and the flowery paradise was open to us,the behenji mortals.
There, we were, seated on the velvety grass and hunched beneath the shady palms,its long leaves gently swaying and rustling up our(especially my wild) tresses.
Someone then opened the box, gently, while we waited with baited breaths.As soon as the lid was prised open, all of us, armed with our plastic spoons literally pounced upon and attacked the delectable mound of cream and chocolate.
Soon, white merged with dark chocolate and became an indetectable, amorphous coffee colour, frozen cream became cold milk, ice to water and the solid chunk to a floating custard. Spoons flew, dresses were splotched, lips were smeared, cheeks were smudged fingers were sticky and faces grimy.
Atlast, the scooping, digging and licking bore fruit as the box was licked clean and there was the joy of satisfaction on our faces about a job welldone...
Footnote:
The purpose of this post was not merely to express our skill in collective gluttonry but also to express my gratitude and luck in having a few, true good friends who are capable of making such a positive difference to my life.
This also reminds me of my favourite line from Munnabhai.."Yeh mat socho ki zindagi mein kitne pal hain par yeh socho ki ek pal mein kitne zindagi hai."
Long Live the BBC!
4 comments:
ummmm... i am still not out of it yet... it was yummy... we should do it again and again and again..
i wonder if there are any other secluded spots in the coll..
u do it again and again..I dont want to get bloated with calories especially when i am ultimately going to become fatter in middle-age.
Btw we need secluded places for Harri...
i want ice-cream :( now!
unfortunately, pseudo-bitches aren't part of such celebrations.
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