I heard it first hand from one of the people that lived through this. This story along with a few others gained the status of folklore amongst us friends so that whenever we are meet, are together, at a wedding eating the chicken that is intended for guests, "borrowing" sugar canes to eat, from the local sugar cane eatery...this story is related.
It goes like this. five individuals get together one winter evening to warm their innards with a cuisine that they would cook themselves. It would require all the skills of the street smartness that they had learned over the years.
I am over dramatizing.
So where was i?
Oh yes the story. So two people were assigned to get some potatoes. Obviously they couldn't buy them because no one had that kind of money for pocket money. So the only solution was to go to ones house and steal a few potatoes when your bhabhi,baji,sister,ami,nani,dadi,the girl next door in your house In your kitchen talking to your sister (who you fancy).....wasn't looking.
With the taters in hand it was upto one person to get some oil (ghee) someone else had to get the green chillies. You get the picture dont you? ....Everyone shared out the ingredients.
So one of the individuals who thought himself to be the kind of leader of the pack (who also happened to be a stingy in the pocket department) decided he would cook which meant he didnt have to pay. ( you gota love the guys smartness dont you, especially since no one really caught on to it until later).
So there they are cooking in an abandoned upstairs home of one of the participants. They shoo away any nosy busy bodys who want:
<>To get in one on the action
<>Some potatoes.
<>To gossip.
Everyone then lines up to get their share of the spoils. One of these guys is known to be a squeal0r. Someone who will break under the pressure of interrogation. To keep him quiet they pass him a nan and plop some of the tasty potato goodies onto it.
As the rest of the food is distributed (a couple of free loaders arrive on the scene) no one noticed squel0r slip away from the scene. What happened after this is a little hazy.
According to one individual as the last of the food had been distributed they all went onto the roof to enjoy warm naan bread with hot spicy potato in the cold december evening. As they were enjoying this treasure of sorts they claim to have heard:
" MMMUawahahahahaahHAHAHAHAAHA Khalaa jee alu paka ghai nai" ( Yo aunty mama they is cookin taters on the roof man)....
Chaos follwed. Naan bread flew this way, potatoes the other. Bodies bumping into each other in the dark (careful! ive written about this before).....
As one of the guilty made his quick escape, the said khala jee appeared after all the hoo haa. It was then that naan bread and pototoes in his hand decided to make their escape........on to the stairs.
(image of vomit. picture of naan alu unavailable, this resembles though yes?)
Like all other folklores this story has been engrained into our minds and will probably be passed down generation to generation. Afterall its one hell of a story.
Enjoy your dinner!
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