Easter in India (Rated NC-17)

This weekend, like all good Indians, I spent my Easter Sunday enjoying tangerine juice, dahl, enjoying temperatures of 101 F and paying the property taxes on the flat. It was nice to see that our trusty government servants are working hard on the holidays.

The worst part of Easter Sunday was the shocking realization that I encountered on Easter morning.... I awoke to a flat without an Easter basket! Initially I thought the Easter bunny had simply played some cruel joke on me and hid it like years past, but after a thorough search of the flat I could only find the 3 little chocolate eggs that I had purchased from Dorabgees the night before. It was with this shocking realization that I put two and two together and figured out that it was these 3 all along that had been delivering the Peeps to me....

That's right; "Pete Man" and my parents had been the Easter Bunny all these years!

All and all it was a great weekend and I learned an important lesson; do not go grocery shopping at Dorabgees without first checking to see if you've reached your American banking spending limit for the day. On Saturday Reetika and I were shopping and ended the shopping at Dorabgees buying some much needed groceries. After checking out and being presented with a 9600INR bill I handed over my 5/3 debit card only to have it be declined! Needless to say there was panic in my eyes over the fears of having to spend the rest of the evening bagging groceries in that non-A/C grocery store, disposing of the mutton that didn't sell for the day and mopping up spilled, unpasteurised milk, but fortunately Reetika came to the rescue and bailed me out!

We haven't come up with a repayment agreement yet, but I'm assuming my amazing break dancing skills (garnered from a "tough" life on the streets of Over the Rhine), superb culinary abilities (I can slice a mean watermelon and butter the heck out of some toast) and being the largest importer of Twizzlers in the East, which I am willing to share, should be a sufficient form of repayment.

I also had the opportunity to try "chicken lollipops" this past week as well. They are chicken meat that has been taken off some part of the chicken, soaked in a sauce that tastes like fire, surgically reattached to a chicken bone and then fried. Delicious little, Frankenstein-like treats...