Meal at two palaces (aftermath of Ramzan)

The palace is Herne bay and does not have any bus routes. Now, I got an invitation from Yasseer, the Arabic teacher (its a club not a course) and the food was plenty and thus, I went. Chookie came with me. She’s not my girlfriend and we reached Herne bay. I thought of amy. I should not have but I did. Anyway it was a huge house that these people the hosts, cooks and servers did not own. But it was like a white Saudi Arabian house that belongs to an egyptian and his chinese wife from malaysia!
Noo…Singapore. We removed out shoes outside and saw galeechaas spread on the floor and we were home. My granpa had a thing for galeechaas or the carpets that looked like flying carpets from Arabian nights but did not fly. Now this red carpet was in Andheri and it came out during diwali and i am glad it did not fly or we would have hurt the crackers and the rockets and the fireworks that Jetli, a mad bastard send from the floor and laughed. he drank too much Chivas Regal.
Anyway so we went to this palace and had koftas (no not of sweet gourd or dudhee but they were made of mince) and lentil soup also known as dal. There were too french girls who had come and i was talking to chrisbarretto@gmail.com. His real name is Chris Barrett but that was taken. Too BAD. Anyway he confirmed my theory that people on vodafone have vodafone friends and people with telecom have telecom friends. Both Cell phone companies that allow free text to ONLY their company. It’s like Airtel
vs Orange or now it has become maroon or purple or lavender. Anyway the food was gorgeous. Humus and baba humous and dates (not dry but fresh) tasted like leechee and the yellow small fruit the skin of which stuck to my tongue. The doctor woman was great and chookie pointed out only in hamilton where we went next day for another feed that I should have spoken to her. She was beautiful. Yasseer introduced me as a mentor and master as he thought I was a great poet. i think the guy who wrote
humpty dumpty was better than me. I told Yasseer, whom I call yahweh (Jehova in christian) that Arabic women were the best women on earth and he confirmed that they had lovely legs. and i wonder how one can see the legs through burkha and yasseer confirmed times had changed and i was happy for arabia and told Yasseer that he would never have a chance in taliban since he did not offer namaz and he confirmed that the prophet said food came before prayers just like the POTOBA_VITHOBA theory of the
Marathas. We went to renu’s house next day but that was great. By the way, renu went horse riding.
The horse was larger than an elephant and her helmet moved as the horse jumped and the horse went to fight with another horse. Reminds you of that fat girl in Hum Kisise se Kam nahi…Kajal Kiran. that’s the name. But renu was petrified. I will send the details soon.

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