As a rule almost all mallu non veg restaurants have English names
Whenever Kuttetan came down to spend time with me, we used to go to the most expensive restaurants and bars and spend a night in the lap of luxury. But this time when he came, even though he was game to adhere to our original plans of going to Leela for dinner, I chose to take him to Clay Pot. Clay Pot is this amazing mallu restaurant in Maruti Nagar which is famous for its delicious fluffy porottas, Chemmeen roast and karimeen pollichchathu. But the best part of Clay Pot is that how much ever Nicky and I hog, the bill amount never touches 200. Kuttetan loved the place right from the jeeraka vellam which made him go to his childhood memories to the tasty coconut oil smelling prawn roast. He also ordered for a couple of appams and kerala chicken curry and as usual the bill came to only a mere 180 bucks.
Most sidey bars have sacred names
Kuttetan was happy and suggested we go to a 5 star hotel to have a couple of drinks. I once again suggested an alternative. Why donâ€™t we buy the stuff and go home and have it. I also promised him to setup a unique ambience at my place by doing some mood lighting, TV on mute, white rum, wine, crystal glasses, snacks and a comfy couch to crash on. We went to Gangotri, a sidey open air garden bar in BTM, to buy the booze but thatâ€™s when I remembered Tony.
The last time I went to Gangotri was when Tony was in full form and cried Saamp Hua. He then came out to the parking lot and asked a mallu glass mate to puke and go home. Even though the other guy was telling him that he was ok, Tony insisted that he puked before he went home. That night Tonyâ€™s antics welcomed more troubles as two other glass mates claiming to be the other guyâ€™s friends wanted to pick a fight with us. Even now Iâ€™m not sure how we got out of that mess that night.
After the garden night, we decided that we will never go back to that place and thatâ€™s when we made Aaranya our standard hang out place.
The name of an unknown Pakistani Singer is well known
Last time when we were in Aaranya, Tony wanted to sing old Hindi songs. He teamed up with Sush and went on belting out old Hindi melodies. They were eminently backed up by the vocals of Shreyas, Jai and me. After some time as music became so much an integral part of the night, Rahul jumped into the foray and started singing some song which he claimed was sung by an un known Pakistani singer. Suddenly Tony asked him
Is it Pervez Musharraf?
One name which is equal to a thousand names
Tony is the only person in our office who is known in numerous other names and surprisingly itâ€™s always his surname which keeps changing and Tony is not at all happy about it. He keeps on yelling
Why are you changing my fatherâ€™s name?
Some names which we gave Tony lately were
Tony Varghese, Tony Kuriakose, Tony Kurishingal, Tony Singh, Tony Ericsson (which also changes to a sexually overtured word at times), Tony Fullfigure (which we suggested if Tony had to start designing clothes) and the ultimate Tony Gaddaar.