Bharli Wangi & Bhakri

Two days ago , I was in terrible mood . As usual , Mister had no idea how to get rid of my bad temper. You see , its his responsibility as he ends up bearing the brunt of my temper . So, in his trial and error , he took me to a restaurant for dinner. This restaurant is called Garam Masala  who serves authentic Marathi cuisine alongside Punjabi food and some liquor  . Frankly, I am not greatest fans of Garam Masala , but I'd decided to not interrupt in his bid to calm me .

He ordered  Bharli wangi and Bhakri for us . This Bharli wangi turned out to be  awesome . It had  everything in proportion . So well , that it has now become a bench mark for me on next outing anywhere . Needless to say , I was back  in real world sooner and accepting my good fortunes.  So , now why I am writing this -Because Athawale and RJ Archana of 91.1 .

A few days ago , RPI has taken on its agenda to save Marathi Cuisine.  They are insisting hotels to  keep it on their Menu card .  Ofcourse we are aware how strong is our political will to protect the culture of Marathi . I precisely know why Mr. Athawale was worried , It is due to people like RJ  Archana who said , "Yeh theatre mein toh ghus gaye , ab restaurant mein bhi decide karenge." (These people have already barged in Theater and now trying to gatecrash Restaurant ) . Now, the way she said it , she didn't seem to be talking about Political Goons , but for overall "Marathi" .  So, its natural for Mr. Athawale to be more concerned .

 On my finger tips we can count 10 marathi cuisine serving restaurants who serve top food consistently and mind you at a rate which fits most people's pocket too.  So, my suggestion to Athwale sir is work to  provide these restaurants an umbrella of safe business (tax havens/ lesser corruption/more food festivals) to help them survive than rathar urging everyone to take Marathi cuisine and convert it something continental or international ultimately spoiling the taste . And for Ms. Archana , Madam , People will sniff Marathi food and Culture . Be it a fried surmai , Oily misal , Bharli wangi or dietry Bhakari. They are here to stay .

Follow #marathicuisine & @vanitabodke on twitter to know where you can get & what . 

The Neckpiece

Note : The Content below is rated as Adult

She was yet again waiting for him. Once again he was exceptionally late.  Shipra called him to know his whereabouts.  He replied that he is in marketplace and he would take some more time to reach home. Her hopes rose over a thought that he might return with a surprise gift. This was not the first time she had let the horses fly. She was used to being disappointed.  Theirs wasn’t a lack luster relationship.  The world knew them as loving and devoted couple. In reality they lacked compatibility and they had been pretentious for long time .  It was matter of time when one of them would point finger at compatibility issue. Atleast that’s what normal couples would do, she thought.

There was a knock on door.  She looked at clock; it was exactly 9.00 pm. She thought, quite a longtime to travel a distance of 7 km.  She shrugged, opened the door and stepped aside. He came in and went to Bedroom, her eyes followed him. There, she spotted. That’s my surprise gift. It was bag from a leading jeweler’s shop .She looked forward to a romantic night.  

They had no conversation, whatsoever.  The fight on previous night was pretty intense and silence in the house added to queer environment of the house.  She served dinner for both of them and they ate without any conversation. He was his usual and regular. It didn’t seem that he carried any sort of remorse from previous night.  The TV was still on , it played something , mostly noise . 

Her all thoughts had been at the jewelry bag in bedroom.  Finally, he understood. She was not collector of jewelry but this small gesture meant a lot to her. She imagined herself wearing the jewel bought tonight. Only the jewel. He would make love to her again and again.  This thought made her rush through post dinner activities. She was all set for tonight. It was going to be most memorable night, more than their first night.

His demeanor was different though. He was intrigued in some sports on TV.  He settled himself on couch after dinner. She waited for him in Bedroom, naked. She could hardly contain her excitement. She sneaked into hallway from bedroom; there were no signs of him retiring to the bed soon. The TV still made some noise .She decided; she would surprise him with the neckpiece, which he got for her. She hoped that it was a neckpiece.

She got up from the bed and took out the jewelry bag. More than jewel, it contained key to their estranged marriage. She could not further conceal her excitement, she removed box from the Bag. Her heart was racing. He had come and stood behind her , a few inches away . She felt him. Her heart pounded more. This was indeed turning out to be an exciting night . She opened the box , it  indeed contained a  unique neckpiece.  It was grey black , round and had a pendant . She touched, it felt like snake. Nonetheless, it was beautiful. It was her gift.  She brought her hair forward on her breast, removed the neckpiece , and kept the box on dressing table. She looked at it admiration and love .  She thought she saw the neckpiece elucidate light. It was hardly matter of time when she would put it around her neck and make love to him.

All this time, he had been observing from behind. In that moment, he wanted to caress her flawless back. But this was not the moment.  She turned and handed it to him ,  the piece sent down the shiver through him . She turned again and waited in anticipation. His hands came on shoulder from both sides. Every touch was sensuous. He put it around her neck and locked. She looked herself in the mirror. In the dim light , she saw her figure , curves like a snake moving to hunt a kill . Soon the neckpiece clutched her, she could hardly breath. It spiraled around her neck, leaving no space to breath.  In seconds she was on ground, dead.  The spiraled neckpiece returned to its original round shape, with the pendant which would delude one to think it as snake’s head. He looked over her body, and thought now we can make love .

The Skirt

Me: Mom, How is this skirt ?

Mom: This skirt would fit Aniket's 4 year old perfectly well .

Me : err ... This shop doesn't sell Children's Apparel

Mom : Oh ! wait. ‪#‎micro‬