rocket idli…

Living with a Sri Lankan family here in London, as most of us desi guys usually choose to, so that when we land back home our pound-savings give us a lot of rupees to spend. It is 50 GBP a week and decent enough for us desis (well, it depends…) When you are earning as much as a bus driver earns here per month, then you start making economical decisions. Anyhow, here the standard of living is very high.

Now, these Sri Lankan guys are fine in all other aspects (viz. cleanliness, friendliness et al) except their eating habits are ultra-hot. They eat so much meat that had their population been one billion like us Indians, all chicken, lambs and fish would have become extinct species by now. Breakfast, lunch dinner - and you smell meat-cooking all the time inside house. Well, that’s not all – upon that they put so much RED chilly in their food (by that I mean everything – chutney, curry…) that an English person’s rectum would get septic after a single Sri Lankan Meal.

So last night, we got this opportunity to eat Idli with (Sri Lankan) Chutney and (Sri Lankan) Sambar. If I had not eaten some chocolates after that hot cindering chutney and spicy scorching sambar combination, I would not be writing this today. That’s not all. Every time I go for defecating, my a** feels like NASA’s rocket. Phew!!! Drinking lot of juice now to undo the chilly effects. One of my flat mate got loose motions after that meal. Now just imagine what he might be going through!

God bless his a**! Pray for mine!