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aut me aut nihil = Either me or nothing. no,no... me not boosting. me have an inferiority complex and trying to compensate :D 

Wednesday, October 26, 2005 - 08:02

Whats cooking doc?

"Good morning! Did i wake you up?"
"Hi kiddo.. and yes, you did."
"ha ha.. i feel good. Having done my one-good-deed-a-day already!"
"Hardly, i'm going back to sleep after i hang-up. I picked the phone up because i don't want to be the boyfriend who disappoints his girlfriend this early on a sunday morning."
"Early? Do you know what time is it? It is 9:30!"
"Its a sunday morning and unless i smell my mom's steaming idia-apam, im used to getting up around 11."
"What dish is that? Never heard of it."
"What kind of a south-indian-girl are you who don't know idia-apam? I pity the guy who is going to marry you!"
"That would be you, my dear. You better start learn how to cook all those stuff, because i'm not going to serve you steaming idia-apam and all."
"Girls these days are useless i tell you. They can't cook, they can't wear a saree, they have forgetten how to feel shy and above all they have an attitude that reads shouldn't-it-be-the-males-turn-to-give-birth?"
"you.. you.. thats not true. We are not like that. At least i'm not like that. But you have insulted me."
"Hey.. hey.. i was just kidding.. don't be mad at me. I'll make it up to you."
"You better. I'm hanging up. humph!"
"Don't! don't!..... damn, she hung up. When will i ever learn not to get carried away and speak the truth?"


"Hello Mom! What's cooking?"
"Dosa, sambar and coconut chutney."
"Aaaaaha! I'm drooling already... but mom, can you teach me how to make idia-apam?"
"Why the sudden interest in cooking?"
"Lets just say, i have some making-up to do..."

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