Chai Chai Chai......Indias National Drink

A couple of years and a half ago when I landed in US I rarely drank chaha. I shall refrain from calling it TEA because my sentiments dont allow me to. The word Tea sounds snobbish, hi-soc type word cos when I hear the word TEA I always imagine some uptight Brit asking me "Would you like some TEA". Compared to that CHAHA tayar ahere... sound much more robust and homely.
Anyway, back to the point. Picture this, Manya and I have had a tough two setter, ate batatyachi bhaji like Hogs watched "U have got Mail" for the upteenth time.Now as the rest of folks are peacefully sleeping their way and I am writing this blog, Manya has enough motivation to get up and make chaha for everyone.He doesnt even consider it a sacrifice,perhaps in the beleief that can only be born out of a sense of duty.That,my dear friends is heaven. To have a hot cup of chaha bought at your service without you having to shift from where u are lazing around.When it happens on a weekend morning, it makes it even sweeter.

All this makes me wonder how I will manage when 411 shuts shop in Jan.Aha, I can already smell the chaha boiling in the water, that peculiar smell that I have come to love, that irreplacable chaha over which I have had endless discussions with my roomies on topics as
commonplace as Tendlyas batting position to as exotic as Einsteins theories. Correction - During the latter, it was less of a discussion and more of a tutorial.When Balu talks on Einstein and physics we just shutup and listen.