12 of us set off to Hamilton on drizzly Saturday morning on a 12 Seater Van with me on the Drivers Seat. The party at my place night before was pretty civil(ie. no hang-overs) and tasty with Amma and Rohini dishing out fresh Dosai to a mixed crowd which went down really well. The last pick-up was at Mama place. Chotu unlce looked liked he had not stooped celebrating his 50th dinner party from the night before.
The Van was full of Lomowai and Qeleloa Gumpu with one visitor from India, Navin's friend and our official Photographer. Appa went with 2 of Bunny's friend in a car following us. He was in the Van with us in the return trip.
Gopal in his usual wisdom set out the rules for the weekend. Everyone was to have a nick name and real names was penalised. 4 offences cost a round of Amrit Jal to everyone at the temple stops on the way to Hamilton. The stops became the plan as golf was canceled due to bad weather. I cant really repeat the names in this blog, maybe one. The most decent one was given to the only European. His nick name was Black Bitch. This game kept everyone entertained on the trip down.
We checked-in in the Inn and made our way to Moon Kaka's place 10 minutes away. I gave the drivers seat to Avneet in Hamilton. Aveent is Moon Kaka's son who does not drink (must take after his father). After cutting a surprise cake for Chotu uncle's 50th, and a surprise kiss from Rajan for my 40th, in the garage, we sifted to the backyard. Moon Kaka's new house is a lovely three bedroom house in a good area. The paved backyard boasted a Fiji style wash tub, mainly used for culling live animals. Munni Kaki's lamb chaser was top's and the BBQ was sizzling with fresh pork, courtesy to Moon's new Samdhi. Soon the meat was flowing alongside Bunny's Blue Label and a 20 year old Chivas...like honey.Gopal did not waste time inciting some Qeleloa/Lomawai camaraderie and soon the songs were flowing. Gyan even challenged him with a Tirkuttu song. Moon Kaka's amd Munni Kaki's hospitality will never be forgotten. (Moon Kaka obviously takes after his father)
We headed to the City with Bunny in Ball and chains, courtesy of his friend Anand. It was supposed to be a penance for him but he soon turned it to his advantage, making most of the guys envious. He was gently persuaded to take it off by the police, maybe he looked too much of a terrorist.
Some went home some stayed and ended up in the casino, and bed at 5am, only to wake up 8.30am to watch All Blacks in the hotel bar. And yes, the lady was serving beer alongside orange juice at 8.30 am. Since Bunny get away too easy we decided to push him in the cold swimming pool.
On the way back the Sahitaans were still thirsty for the Amrit Jal. We stopped at Chotu uncle, slaughtered a few ducks, took it to Amma's. But by the time it was ready some just could not make it.
On the whole a very memorable weekend. Next stop, the wedding.
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