Onasadya, movie, summer break, et al.

So how was Onam for you all? Hope it was as yummyful as mine was. Yes I prepared a mini-sadya like I had mentioned in my earlier post, albeit with some able help from Amma whom I kept texting at frequent intervals for recipe-guidance :). Even though it was not an elaborate spread as I would have loved to have, yet I had a sense of huge achievemnt when I laid them on the table. You see, one must consider my hatred for cooking and anything remotely close to the chore to understand this sense of accomplishment :D.

And this sense was magnified when R perched on top of the table to click a photograph πŸ˜€ Here’s the proof …

Onasadya @ Deeps'

I have to say though, that Namnam, the fussy-eater that she is, had to be told that Maveli would come home and have sadya with us only on the condition that she would eat all that was prepared. Upon hearing this she, very excitedly, looked around only to enquire about his obvious absence. Now, being such a happy occasion, the last thing we wanted was for her to feel dejected. So I told her that now since he was blessed, he was just like God who could see her and reside in her heart. The things a mother has to say to get her daughter to eat :). Anyway, needless to say she was convinced and agreed to eat without much fuss. And just one look at the relished-faces of the father & daughter was enough for me to take it as a stamp of approval for my effort :).

After a good sadya followed by an afternoon siesta, it was time to venture out. Since it was a weekend, we had good one day and a half and enough energy to make some constructive use of it. But the blockhead that I was, I suggested we go for a movie instead! And which one ,you may ask! It was Mere Brother Ki Dulhan. Yeah yeah, hoot all you want :(. How was I to know that it was one of the most pathetic movies to come out in the recent past? The reason why I suggested the film was because I thought we’d get to see some interesting acting. Noooo, nooo, not Imran Khan’s! C’mon I’m not so stupid that I’d expect him to act, of all the people! In fact I was more interested in watching Ali Zafar who I had really liked in Tere Bin Laden. And it had some peppy songs which Namnam loved, so it was not a task to convince her to come along. But half hour into the movie and we realized the true worth of it or worthlessness of it, rather.

All it had to offer was Katrina Kaif, who seemed to have used up all her acting skills on shrieking, shrieking and more shrieking! I’m sure she will give a stiff competition to Anu Malik, really. Ok now I completely respect her decision to dub in her own voice, but could she, please, not mouth dialogues of timeless classics in her ‘brit’ accent and make a hash of them?? Some classics are just meant to be what they are- classics! Just let them be. Filmmakers, are you listening?? And Imran Khan, well…he seemed to have tried to make up for his lack of acting skills by relying heavily on his eyebrows! Needless to mention, they failed miserably. Which hardly left Ali Zafar any space on screen. Or so I thought. Lets not even get into the plot or cinematography or music as there’s nothing worth mentioning.

So as it turned out, barely an hour or so into the movie, we were out of the hall and on our way back! Phew!

The next day passed by faster than I had thought as it was the last day of Namnam’s summer hols and we got busy packing the school bag, ironing the uniform, brushing her shoes, and of course stocking up the fridge with nuggets, and butter and jam and juice and other tidbits for the whole week.

So thats it from this end of the world. The summer break is officially over. Barring Federer’s loss in the US Open, the season has started on a promising note with some lovely weather in sight. I’m hoping it gets better and lasts for the rest of the year.

With that let me sign out out my blog page and start hopping by yours πŸ™‚

19 thoughts on “Onasadya, movie, summer break, et al.

  1. πŸ™‚ Fab. lunch there πŸ™‚
    And no matter what reviews I hear about My Brother… I still want to see it. I have this inexplicable craving for the absurd and nonsensical these days πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚


  2. this does not look like a small spread …it looks lavish ..yeah i saw her saying that dialogue in promo and i changed channel mid-way..and if she is shreaking like that in whole movie ..that will be very challenging to watch


  3. Droool! I have made up for not making and eating an Onasadya, by drooling at yours πŸ™‚ That is one major spread πŸ™‚
    Remember, two years back we did a virtual onasadya – that was such fun!

    Namnam is the cutest! She ate everything! I should try that with Kunju next πŸ™‚ Kunju ate three bowls of payasam, and was still not satisfied πŸ™‚

    And same pinch- we went to watch Mere Brother ki dulhan too 😦 I never ever watch movies of this kind – got dragged into it because we went as a big group – and then cursed our fate πŸ™‚ Time dragged – 3 hours has never felt so long πŸ™‚


  4. we were me – swaram and others going ot grate crash , come for all of that ..

    and Good of Namnam .. God bless πŸ™‚

    Movie toooo aaaaaaaaaaaaahhh Now this i dont like Dont get time to go to cinemas , I need to make time and Stop doing stuff that i do all the time ..

    for some reason I find hindi movies waste of 3 hours 😦


    1. Know what, Sols, I had this hunch while making the sadya that I was missing out on something! Injipuli it was, shey! So you made a yummy feast too?? Pphotoo dikhaa deo humka bhi, sarkaar! πŸ˜€


  5. Wow…thts some spread Deeps!!!!! The sense of satisfation must have been something huh and u must have thought “Hah this is piece of cake…next time I’m going all the way”

    Late I knw but nevertheless…Belated Onam wishes Deeps :-D!!!!


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