Dry Day…

Spent an amazing evening with the buddies yesterday. And when friends are in the mood for dhamaal, memories happen!

Here’s one that happened over an animated dinner.

One of the guys had-to his misfortune-mistakenly referred to the dry noodles as ‘shev’.

“Arey tyala soup barobar shev pan anayla saang.”

That started the ribbing. And when the waiter did materialize with the ‘shev’, I couldn’t stop myself…

“Sir, hey ghya tumche sukat ghatlele shev!” (Sir, here are you shev, which had been put out to dry)

The rest, as they say, is funny history…