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Thursday, January 29, 2015

Chp 546. Once in a Blue Moon

Continued from my previous update - After a relaxing and much deserved weekend vacation at the scenic Villa Almitra last weekend, I left the place early and headed back to Mumbai.

Why? Because it was time to partaaaay :D

And if you're wondering, yes, I have taken complete permission from my girlfriend to throw this dinner party :P Muuaaah love you DP. :)

The thing is, I haven't invited my Mizo friends over at our apartment in a really long time because (a) I’ve been really busy at work with such hectic schedules and deadlines, (b) My flatmate is not a Mizo, so sometimes I feel bad inviting a large number of Mizos to our place. 4-5 Mizo friends coming over is fine. But 20+ Mizos chatting in Mizo and getting drunk and singing Mizo songs in 10 different pitches can be quite irritating for those who don't speak our language :) And as we say in Mizo, "Ka inthlahrung". That night, he wasn't at home.

Even though a couple of friends couldn't make it, we had a great time...

The only problem with a Mizo dinner party is that people don't wanna arrive too early or be one of the firsts to arrive because that means they have to cook for the others :D A Mizo dinner party means cooking Mizo cuisines and delicacies ourselves, and ordering food from outside is unheard of.

And since most Mizos, male or female, can cook, the early bird catches the pressure cooker I guess. Here we have our first two arrivals who immediately got to work...

As more and more people started arriving, the salon and the kitchen started filling up...

Five kgs of beef was prepared! In Mizo ishtyle of course, which means more of boiling than frying.

I bought two bottles of red wine to marinate the meat, but my friends drank them all up... :D aahhhh Mizos... :D  :P

Abby gifted me this really awesome Polo tee shirt, which fitted perfectly. Thank you so much thenawmnu.

She even bought her Karaoke machine over, and she was on it the entire night...

Others sang romantic duet together...

And then Mumbai's very own "My name is Bond, Bee Bond" B. Ramhluna arrived. Here Bee is trying his best to look all serious and sombre as if he didn't just hop over to my place from Gokuls.

Bee came late (because he had to drop off so many chicas) and left quickly again (because he had to pick up so many chicas). But in between that, he bought me this awesome cake wishing me all the best in my ongoing project involving a new game concept.

Some more random group photos...

Those in charge of the food took a long time preparing it, leaving many of us hungry because they were more busy taking selfies...

Soon the guitar came out, which is a compulsory element at any Mizo social gathering. And as usual, most of the songs sung that night were 80's and 90's glam rock :D

Others started eating while the rest were too busy screaming out, "You're all I need beside me girllll, you're all I need to turn my worldddd"

Chow time... Check out the girl in green below. Even though she was busy eating, she managed to be there at every location where a pic was being taken... :)

Comon, eat, eat, eat... :D

And then of course there was this guy, the HERO of the night!

Maybe the less said about him, the better... for now :D I still have a lot of awesome pics and videos of him that night, which I may or may not upload, depending on my mood :D

Finally everybody had their fill and it was time to go home. I didn't want my building society president banging on my door at 3 in the morning :D

A closing pic... somehow, this came out quite well, maybe because of the lights in the elevator.

Over all, it was a happy and memorable night indeed. A successful "once in a blue moon" party. Now back to the work grind...

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