If my Dad was a politician

This post is written for the Weekend Contest in association with Shoes of The Dead at BlogAdda.com.

 If my Dad was a politician, I would have won myself this contest by calling up the office of Mr. Nirav Sanghavi and asking him whether he knew who my Dad was. It is such a common question in the power corridors of Delhi that it has become a joke format on twitter. (Tu jaanta nahi mera baap kaun hai?)

My student life would have been much more comfortable and less competitive. Instead of reaching school by struggling for a seat in the school bus, I would have been dropped and picked up daily by the govt on duty jeep. They would have made me the class monitor, school captain etc. without me having to do anything with the work associated with those posts. And since the seeds of procrastination would be sown in my soul from such an early period, all I'd need to achieve anything would be to wish for it.  After completing my 12th, I had to drop two years and study for pre-medical entrance exams. If I had my Dad in the health ministry, I could have just made a few calls and there would have been a seat reserved for me in my college of choice. If not through the merit list, I would have been able to enter the college through the "management quota" by paying 30-40 lakhs as if money meant nothing.

In third year of my college, in general surgery practical examinations, the examiner asked me a few questions during the viva, I fumbled a little but I had diagnosed the case correctly and was confident that I would clear the exams smoothly. There were friends who hadn't got their diagnoses right and also had a not so perfect viva. Later, when the results came, I had flunked in the practical while all those had passed. I came to find out that in practicals, the results are completely random. Previous years' exams were also like that but those who knew someone "up" there got the result reversed while those who didn't, kept suffering. I did go to the principal for help but he was apathetic to me and others like me because there were other matters of prime importance than such petty requests. Had my Dad been a politician, I would have easily made a call to the examiners, known my result in advance and made the proper bribe arrangements. I have come to know that these General Surgery examiners are highly underpaid govt officials who can tweak the results when offered a small amount. There are even official bribe collection campaigns in the whole batch to pay these monsters who play with our future. I am sure I would have stomped all over these corrupt officials with my own corrupt tactics, had my Dad been a politician.

After graduation, I have been looking again for a PG seat, with the fierce competition and high scoring exams, there is low chance for someone like me who doesn't like to cram facts only to score marks and join a meaningless rat-race. I have seen people who have completed their post-graduation and yet are struggling to find a job, especially in the healthcare sector. Those who have the money have already bought the seats through the "management quota" and are relaxed about their future. Their was a slight hope for people like us with the NEET PG system being introduced but the political and administrative nexus got a stay on that exam format by appealing in the SC. Every student knows that NEET would make the whole system more transparent and clean and that's why it's against the best interest of money laundering private colleges' administration. Had my Dad been a politician, I'd have been a part of the money laundering agency and not this pitiable majority of suffering students. I'd also have a job waiting for me in the public sector once I finish my PG.

Also, there would have been so many small perks; so small that I wouldn't even be able to realize how lucky I am! Free transport on govt funded vehicles, air-conditioned life. watching others struggle in life and wondering "What it'd be like? To fight for a job? To fight for a dream?" as I'd eat from my silver platter.

To Mumma...

I am writing a Tribute to Mom in association with Parentous.com

 My mom is one of those people who'd be embarrassed when called upon stage to given an award. There is always an unsaid word of love between her and me, as neither she is comfortable with displaying love nor am I.  That's why when I am going to make her read this entry, she's just going to stand up and leave saying "I have a dinner to cook or laundry to do." I totally understand that and I actually love her for being so genuine and honest with me.

My mom's love is in her eyes, the way she looks at me when I eat asking if I want anything more every two minutes; the way she packs my tiffin-box always putting a few chapatis extra. Her love is in turning off the TV when I am watching it, not because she wants to annoy me, but because she thinks it's my time to sleep, because she cares. We are all so used to mom's care that we don't realize how blessed we are to have her.

She worries. She worries when I am late, she worries when I have pimples, she worries when I don't study. Sometimes she tells me, sometimes she doesn't. But I can see it. I see how while walking in a crowd, everyone keeps moving faster, trying to cut through the crowd but mom waits for me, patiently, to catch up. Now that I am all grown up, sometimes, I try to walk faster and move right ahead but never mom. She loves unconditionally.

She also has no attachment to things. If I bought a new game, I'd never share it with my brother, I'd not even show it to any of my friends. I am selfish. Mom? She never gets new things for herself. She bought a phone, my brother liked it, she gave it to him. She used to ride a Scooty. While growing up, I tried my hand at the two-wheeler and never knew when it became mine.

She shops for us. Now that we're all grown up, we tell her not to buy clothes for us because she has no taste in fashion and yet, I have never shopped for a single T-shirt, chappal or bermuda for myself. She buys for now and for the future too!

Mom's love is unspoken. It's not the typical Hindi movie love where the mother cries her eye out and the son deserts her. It's a poetic representation though. She dedicates her life to her kids and her life revolves around them. Kids are so used to the love and concern that they never realize how selfless she is.

With mom, you're always free to do what you like. Fathers have expectations, grandparents have ambitions, moms just want the kids to be happy. I have completed my BDS and looking at a few doodles of mine, my mom one day said, "You know, if you want to become a cartoonist, that's also ok. Do what you love." I can never forget that.

Whether it's your mom or mine, mumma toh mumma hoti hain. I remember reading this story from a newspaper which brought tears in my eyes-

'One day a guy who had recently lost his job set out to send a letter to his mom that he couldn't send the money order this year because he had no money to send. He had Rs. 20 and that letter in his pocket when he boarded the bus to the post office. On alighting he noticed that his pocket had been picked. He came back disappointed with life.
A few days later, a letter from village came- it read (in hindi)-

 "Beta, you are so good. I got the Rs. 500 you sent me. You never forget to send me the money. Bless you always, eat properly and take care." 

He was perplexed, couldn't understand what just happened. Next day he got another letter which read-

"Bhai, I had sent Rs. 480 along with your Rs. 20 to your mother. Why should she sleep hungry? Ma toh ma hai na? Kya teri kya meri?"

That about sums up the universality of reverence and love towards mothers. Happy mothers' day to all of your mothers.

Chicken Soup for the Indian Entrepreneurs Soul- My entry

I wish to get my story published in Chicken Soup for the Indian Entrepreneurs Soul in association with BlogAdda.com

Story Title- The Trick

No. of Words- 1185 (Word limit- 1200)

The Story-

“So how are we planning to pull this off?” I asked my friend. He was my best friend, philosopher and guide all along in college. We had taken our MBA degrees together and had decided in college that unlike others who get an MBA and then throw their knowledge in the dumpster and start working for multinationals, we would actually start a business. We had decided to be entrepreneurs but whether it just the whim of a young mind which had led us into unknown territories or was it something concrete was yet to be decided. The idea of starting a business sounds fancy but in reality, the task, especially for small fish like us is mighty daunting.

Suresh was in love with the detergent market and thought that the Indian soap and detergent industry although already rife with many foreign brands, could make room for an Indian company that provided great value for money. I had no such inclination toward any specific industry so I went with him. I was passionate about business just like him though. So we set sail and started with our business. A brand was created, capital was invested, advertisements at local TV channels were aired- we had expected to grow exponentially in small town India as the bigger brands like Surf and Tide had lesser penetration there, specially in rural areas of Madhya Pradesh and Rajasthan. For the first six months, as we had expected, there was no big progress- but that was natural as we had thought- any product needs time to build a customer base. Loyalty needs to be earned. We tried to keep up the good quality and hoped to hit the jackpot soon. But as we later realized, there was no jackpot to be hit. Turns out, in business, you have to keep hitting the “jackpot” regularly and yet cannot be sure of success. The path ahead was quite scary. It was dark and there were people, our detractors, our own family members and friends nudging us to take a job and settle like everyone else does. After a few more months, we started running out on luck and there was no strategy at hand. We had hit a dead end and as partners in business, we shared the depression and anxiety equally.

“So what do you say we should do?” He asked one day. Perplexed by his hopeless tone, I replied, “I don’t know, you’ve been the leader all along; suggest a way out, I am sure we have options aplenty.” He was sadder than usual, “Should we just quit?” he mumbled. All my confidence was lying on the boulders of his fortitude and courage, he was the one who talked me into it. Now, he saw no hope. I felt I was all by myself. I had to think, it was something unusual. I was the executive but never the legislator in our government. I think that moment was also the most useful I had felt in all those months. I had stopped using my little evil brain at all. It was time to bring out the guns; I was ready to think out loud. “Ok, let’s not panic, hold it right there buddy, no one is quitting until it’s over and it’s not over until I say it’s over!” I said. He replied nonchalantly, “That sounds pretty heroic but, we are out of capital. Our product will reach its expiry date soon in the store.” I suggested, “Let’s use the Socratic method to think a solution for our problem- The method in which the learner and the teacher come to a conclusion by back and forth question and answer session with logical reasoning.” The idea seemed to have struck a chord with him. He began by asking- “Ok, so why are we not selling any detergent? We have a good quality product. What is holding it back?” I replied- “The basics in an economics class are the market forces of supply and demand. I think there is no demand for our product.” He promptly asked- “And why do you think that is?” I sheepishly suggested that maybe because there are plenty of great products in the market and that maybe there is no room for us. “Impossible! There is always room for quality! These foreign companies are selling their products because there are no rivals, not the other way round.” He roared. “Ok, I guess maybe because we haven’t won anyone’s trust.” I replied. To which he argued how could we win someone’s trust without even being given a chance? “Ok, so we need a chance!” I jumped in my chair- “This is good. I have an idea. I think it just might work!”

The next day, we sent one of our staff members to enquire at the whole-seller about our product. He offered to show him other products and told him that our product was very new and no one bought it. Our staff member, on our instructions, excused himself and came back. A few days later, we again sent another person to enquire about a product and three days later, again! “Sir, we don’t have any clue about Sona Washing Powder but please try our other products” the shopkeeper would say. Our guy would simply say that Sona is much cheaper and effective and he’d rather search for it some place else. The next time our marketers contacted the whole-seller about the detergent, he was already in awe of our product. He ordered a consignment and we had made our first deal! Now, it would have been unethical to lie about our product and cause loss to the poor whole-seller so, as a part of our strategy, we ourselves bought the product from him in a jiffy. He also sold a few packets to his customers urging them that this new product was easier on the pocket and was selling like hot-cakes. Unknowingly, he was acting like our marketer, and that too, free of cost. Soon as the stock started building up in his shop, he started marketing our product vehemently and urging customers to try out this product with his own seal of approval and recommendation. In that way, we reached out to the retail-shops in the residential areas of small town MP. Once we had a customer base and our name was a known one in the area, there was no need for the strategy and we could let our quality speak for itself.

This, actually, is a well-known tactic of creating demand for your product. Many companies start selling products that we never knew we needed. It is only when awareness about the need is pressed, that the people start coming forward and acknowledging your product. All you need to do is never lose hope and think of a way to reach out. When it’s dark and there is a dead end on the road ahead, I suggest you start questioning your decisions and moves. There is always light at the end of the tunnel for those who are willing to drop the map and just explore.

TRESemmé Ramp Ready Hair (For Men)

Ok, participating in yet another Indiblogger contest-TRESemme Ramp ready hair. TRESemme have a pretty nice YouTube channel where the experts teach you the basics of getting Ramp Ready Hair. The beautiful Diana Penty shows you around the site which is a delight. Here is a link to the cool YouTube Channel - http://www.youtube.com/user/tresemmeindia They have a pretty awesome collection of DoItYourself Videos for different types and textures.

Well, I am here to talk about my hair and what I'd do to get my hair ramp ready. In college, I have had my share of ramp-experience when for different cultural shows, I had to walk the ramp and look my best with whatever resources I had. At these times, there are a few tricks that come in handy-

Me at College Fashion Show

Me at College Fashion Show. (In the middle)

1. The Cool Kat
Try this look when you want to look sharp. Just apply some gel on your hair and set them skyward in the aviator style. This look goes well with casual attire and can spice up brunch and poolside parties.

2. The Formal Gentleman
If you have short hair and want to look dressy in the evening, you can couple your formal attire with this hairdo. All you have to do is part your hair from the side asymmetrically and let the hair flow on the sides. It gives you a tied back look without making you look so uptight.

3. The Messy One
This doesn't take much doing. All you need to do is grow your hair really long, and then keep them clean and shampoo them nicely. Make sure you condition them for the rich texture and flowy-ness. Now, part them asymmetrically and let them lose in the wind. Keep a hairband with you in case they start getting tacky to handle. This style goes great with denims and aviator sunglasses.

Remember, to get your hair ramp ready, all you need is TRESemme, hair on your head, creativity and lots of confidence.

Rock on!

The Ignorant Bunny

Indiblogger continues to amaze us with the great contests and the latest in line is this Colgate Total Pro Gum Health Moral Story contest. Here is a link to Colgate's My Healthy Speak Blog. Being a dentist, I think it is my social responsibility to participate in this contest get the word out there.

The first sign of gum disease setting in is bleeding gums and it should be curtailed ASAP. We often ignore these warning signs due to the inconsistency in their appearance. Your gums bleed one day and then you wait a few days and then it stops. Problem solved. Right? Wrong!! Well, bleeding is just a warning sign that your gums are in distress and are seeking your attention. Then next stop is gum recession, then mobility and next time you check, your teeth are jumping out of their sockets.

So, to avoid the problems arising form periodontal disease and the resulting loss of tooth and pain, also not to mention the discomfort of undergoing tooth extraction and the costly bridges, dentures and implants; it is best to pay attention to bleeding gums and check the disease's progression. The solution lies in proper brushing techniques, choosing the right kind of paste and brush and regular dental check-ups.

I think, and I know the people at Colgate and Indiblogger will also concur, that fables have the widest reach among children and young adults among all story-forms. So, for the contest, I have decided to write a fable. Here is my entry to the contest-

The Ignorant Bunny
 
Once upon a time, there lived a family in the jungle. The family had a Papa Rabbit, a Mumma rabbit and their little bunny.

The little bunny was a little ball of fur when he was born but as he started growing, his fur started getting dirty, his teeth yellow and his build got frailer and frailer. He always stayed indoors and never went out to play with other kids. He peeped meekly through the window of their home in the tree and always wished he could go out and play like others but, it wasn't to be. He wasn't strong like others. When he went out, ever a slight gush of wind would knock him off his feet. He didn't know it but due to his yellow bunny teeth and dirty fur, he looked a little ugly and scary. There were some kids from the neighbourhood who were actually scared of him. They had even woven rumours about how he was actually a ghost trapped in a tree who looked out the window to prey on any helpless animal who had lost his way. The bunny had no clue that he had been made into a ghost by other kids and he kept himself busy at home playing with his toys.

His parents were concerned about him. They took care of his diet and also promptly gave him medicines whenever he fell sick but they had no clue why the bunny looked the way he did.One day, the bunny saw a pretty she-bunny from his window. She was playing with other kids. Little bunny had a little crush. He mustered up all his courage and trying saying "hello" from the window. When the she-bunny glanced on him, she got scared and hopped away in the meadows. Our bunny had no clue why she ran away. He wanted to see her again. He set out in search of that girl in the harsh sun. He walked a few miles and then found a lake. He was thirsty and tired. He thought he'd drink some water from the lake and almost waded through his way to the water. It was then that he saw his clear reflection for the first time! He had a close look at his fur, his teeth and his little paws. He was a little taken aback. He had never seen himself in full view. That was the time when his parents came running as they had spotted him from afar. They caught him as he fainted from the overwhelming sensation of seeing his own reflection. Papa Rabbit took him back to the tree and tucked him in his blanket. Mamma Rabbit made him some warm milk and cookies. He slept for almost two days after  that day.

One morning, as Mamma Rabbit made breakfast, she called out Bunny to the table but he didn't respond. Mamma panicked and looked all over the house, he was no where to be found. She told Papa Rabbit and both of them went out and looked all over the jungle, there were no traces of our little bunny anywhere. Finally, tired, they came back and wept all day and night. They thought they had lost their little one forever.

Many months passed, and then came the day of carnival in the jungle. The carnival was a day when the animals came out and partied all day to celebrate the spirit of life. Everyone eagerly waited for this day as on this day, all were equals and were free to dance away all the worries. The Rabbit couple didn't want to go but then came a notice from the Ministry Of Parties and Entertainment from the King Lion's court that everyone had to come out and compulsorily party that year. It was a strange notice but all hailed the king and his minister Hamster for making enjoyment compulsory. The festive spirit was high when the rabbit couple came out of their home to pay respect to the official order. They had forgotten how to smile after losing their son. Then came out the largest procession of the carnival with the Minister of Entertainment Mr. Hamster himself dancing in the middle. He was lifted up high by his subjects as he officially order everyone to party! From the height, he spotted the Rabbit couple and suddenly his expression changed. He made his way through the crowd and soon, he was standing in front of the Rabbits. There was a pause which ended as he gave them both a tight hug as shouted "Mom, Dad!! It's me!! The bunny!!" The parents couldn't believe their eyes and ears. "But, how come?" was all they could ask.

He explained- "After I realized the truth about my appearance, I left home as I wasn't sure who I really was. And after months of traveling and learning, I realized that my ugly short ears, and my build which made me a weird bunny were also the things that could make me a very handsome hamster.I later realized that all my habits, my looks, preferences were more like a hamster and less like a rabbit so when I stopped trying to be a rabbit and started being who I really was, I became successful. People started liking me, they really did..." and their son went on to describe his rise to fame and how his only obstruction in the way were his yellow teeth and weak gums which the royal dentist Dr. Abhyudaya Shrivastava fixed for him.

Papa and Mumma Rabbit hugged him and said, "Come here sonny boy, you really were a hamster, we wish we would have noticed your early signs..."

And the party went on....

Write Over the Weekend (WOW) – May 3, 2013

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda

If you could have one day repeat over and over again for the rest of your life, which day would it be? Why?

 Ok, this time I am a bit confused about the theme of the WOW contest. I don't know whether to write about a day that has already been lived or a day that is yet to come, you know, the ideal sort. I don't think I'd like to "replay" a day from my past no matter how awesome it'd have been. Anyway, here is a link to my cartoon blog for those who want to know the one of the most awesome days in my life-

Three Idiots In Chandigarh

Anyway, coming to the day I want to repeat over and over again would be the day I meet the girl of my dreams. I know it might not happen the way I am going to describe it right now but that's the deal with dream days- they don't exist and when the real day comes, I know it'll be better than the perfect day I've dreamed about. Anyway, let's dream away-

Morning- 6:00 am
I wake up early to the chirping and tweeting of birds and sun-rays shining through my window. The newspaper is right by my side with a cup of tea. It's one of those days when you wake up with a smile.

I turn on the radio and the FM is playing my favourite songs. I take a shower listening to the FM and humming and grooving to my tunes.

8:00 am
Breakfast time. Samosas and Jalebis with hot milk from my favourite sweet shop have been served on my platter. I finish my breakfast and go to check my Email on my new laptop.
There are 3 unread mails. Let's go through them one by one-

Mail 1-
Sender- Editor, The Times of India 
Subject- Recruitment Letter
Hello,
This is to inform you that we have gone through your cartoons and liked your work very much. You have a freshness in your ideas and we'd love to work with you. You may kindly start sending your cartoons for publishing in our newspaper's all editions. You'll be given a daily spot on the leisure page.

Waiting to hear from you.
Regards,
Editor
TOI
New Delhi.

Whoa!! Ok, let's read the second mail-

Mail 2-
Sender- Editor, Harper Collins Publishing Co.
Subject- Proofreading done. Your book is ready to be published!
Hi,
We've finished the final stage of editing for the book written by you. We're excited about the much hyped launch and hope you are too. We hope and expect to sell millions of copies of "Recipes of Disaster" all across India and abroad. Your tickets to the book launch venue will be reaching you shortly.
Regards,
Editor
Harper Collins

Mail 3-
Sender- ashdjhdfkjg@yahoo.sdjkfs
Subject- NIGERIAN PRINCE HAS LEFT HIS PROPERTY FOR YOU
Sir,
You have inherited a property of value well above Rs. 200000000000000000000 in Nigeria. Kindly send your PAN card no. Acc no, Credit card no. etc. to avail the opportunity.
Thanks yous.

~Marked As Spam~

Anyway, the last mail was a SPAM, obviously. A day can't be that perfect.

I break this news to my loved ones and leave for a game of squash at the Squash Club I have joined yesterday. I see a girl across the court. She is looking at me too. Big eyes, long hair, dusky complexion, pretty smile- just like the dreams. Anyway, she is just about to leave. Lucky I got a glimpse.

Time- 12:30 PM
It's weekend so I gang up with bro and cousins and we go out to the mall for some bowling and lunch. I throw my ball down the wrong alley and knock down a perfect 10 but it's neighbouring player's set. I am sort of embarrassed but then I turn around and find the girl from squash court smiling. She says it's okay. She blushes a little too.

The afternoon is spent watching a masala bollywood paisa wasool movie and then coming back to home with no heavy traffic and pleasant weather and taking a short nap.

Time - 5:00 PM
I finish my cartoons to be sent to TOI by tomorrow, do the final edits and send the drafts to the editor, reply to some of my blog comments, receive a gift voucher from a competition I won at www.blogadda.com It's an iPad! Again!! Now I have three of them.
Later in the evening, as the spring breeze blows, I take a walk in the park with my favourite book in my hand. People say "hi" to me as I stroll past them. Being a public figure is fun!

9:30 PM
I go for a few drinks with my college friends I am still in touch with to the poshest, most happening nightclub in the city. The lights dancing on the floor and people having fun. This is a fresh change, I should come here more often. And there she enters, the girl from the squash court. She is with two other girls. She pauses and lingers when she spots me; then she goes on with her friend. I want to make a move but can't. She is too perfect. I am not sure if I say or do something, I'll somehow break the spell. I grow restless and step out of the club and there she is! On the street! Trying to get the key which is stuck in the slot in her car. I offer to help. She hesitantly lets me. We strike a conversation as we enter the club. She gets my jokes, she laughs, pulls my leg, flirts just the right amount. We try dancing and as partners, we set the floor on fire. We chat a little more, she mixes well with my group. I offer to drop her home. We say good night and I have her number now.

11:00 PM
I drive back home with my favourite love songs playing in my car.

Yup! This is the kind of day I can live over and over again!!! This is my day.

My Gourmet Party- Theme: Deewan-e-Khaas

Indiblogger once again, brings out another great contest which piques the interest of creative bloggerheads. In collaboration with-

Kitchens of India. Contest - "My Gourmet Party"

I'd like to thank both of them for this lovely opportunity. Here is a link to the website- http://shopping.kitchensofindia.com/ Certainly a great contest for food connoisseurs and foodies alike. Here is my idea of a gourmet party.

It'd be a small party with close friends and relatives invited and the guest list not exceeding more than 15-17 guests; hence the name deewaan-e-khas.

Location and decoration-
It can be arranged in a living room which is large enough to accommodate the seating and movement of guests. Since I want it to be a homely affair, I'd prefer my home for the party. I also do think that hosting a party at a party-hall or by booking a lounge takes something away from the host's responsibility to the guest. The welcome as done in Indian tradition needs a friendlier ambiance where the host doesn't rely on the staff's hospitality. Anyway, the room has to be dim-lit with scented or non-scented colorful candles and artistic curtains hanging from the ceiling giving the room a palace-like feel.

The decoration can borrow ideas from the nearby hookah bar or lounge. The seating arrangements would be made for the guests on the floor in traditional Indian "dari" mats with "masnad" type Lucknowi pillows to complete the look. A decorative hookah and a copper large vessel with floating rose petals may be kept in the middle to add to the visual appeal.

Entertainment
The hall will have old, soothing songs from the Golden era of Manna Dey, Kishore Kumar, Talat Mehmood and Mohd. Rafi in the background.

 There would be "shers" or couplets given to every guest to read out loud in order to bring out the feel of a mushayara. Nostalgia will be the flavour of the party and the first round of Gulab sherbat will have glasses clinking and everyone recounting their summer romances. Conversations will be encouraged and everybody will get his or her turn. There are always a few hidden musicians in every pack; well, they'll be brought out in open and their talents will be used to light up the "mehfil". A game of cards is optional.

Dress code
It'd be expected for the gentlemen to arrive in crisp sherwanis and the ladies in elegant saris but since it will be a closed affair; any ethnic-wear which goes with the mood of the party will be allowed.

The Menu

The menu will contain the choicest of Mughlai dishes from the house of Kitchens Of India.
The non-vegetarians will get to enjoy the lip smacking taste of

Chicken Darbari.

While the vegetarians will be able to enjoy

Mughlai Paneer

Paneer Malai

All served with piping hot butter naans and rotis. There will also be hara bhara salad made of seasonal veggies spread out for feast.

In the second course, the guests will be served biryani made with

Hyderabadi Biryani Mix

Veg Biryani Mix

based on their culinary preferences.

A delicious serving of

Jodhpuri Moong Daal Halwa

will be served to everyone after the end of the meal.

Then another round of conversations will ensue as paan and ice-creams will be served to everyone.

At the end the guest will be sent off with a heartfelt "thank you" and a pack of

Gourment Gift Halwas

to sweeten the memories that remain etched in their minds forever.