Ch 12 - India here I come. (Part 1)
(Pic of Micella and Megan at the side)
The next morning I got up, got ready and we then left for the airport. In the car sat me, mom, dad, Piper, Leon (Piper and Leon would be going back with Tyler and hopefully, me too) Tyler, Tyler's dad, Tiffany and Micella and Megan the twins.
Once we reached the airport, we went through a private entrance, where I spotted many celebrities.
We then entered the huge aircraft. It was like a mini house- a living room, a diner, a kitchen, two bedrooms and an area with just push-back sofa chairs.
Once we got on, I, Tyler, Megan, Michella, Tiffany, Pip and Leon were talking amongst eachother in the master bedroom where we were to sleep. We hardly slept. Actually, I didn't even realise when I fell asleep. Mom, dad and Mr. Blues were in the other bedroom where they were supposed to sleep.
The next morning (as per Indian Standard Time) I got up with the sun flashing upon my face. Once again I found myself in an unfamiliar room. Hmm... I looked out of the window. I saw a broad street. Suddenly, I saw Tyler behind me. "Hey", I said. "Hey. Good morning", he replied. "Were in India, ARE we?" I asked him. "Uh", he said. "Yeah. Actually in a place called BKC short for Bandra Kurla Complex in uh, a hotel called Trident", he replied. I nodded my head.
"Ow", I said. "My head hurts and I'm hungry. Wierd combo" "Jetlag, I guess and lets go downstairs for lunch. It's 12 am", Tyron replied.
We then went downstairs and entered a gigantic room. I saw a wide spread of food. I did'nt understand what was what. We then asked a waiter for help. He explained everything to us.
"This", he said pointing out to an orange curry-chicken dish,"is murg makhani which means butter chicken. I nodded my head. and took some of it.
"This", he said pointing out to a few different circle things. "is called a naan, this a chapati and this a buttered naan and this is called a batura and THIS is a puri. A batura and puri is somewhat alike. And a naan and butter naan is also somewhat the same only as the name goes, the buttered naan has butter and the naan doesn't. Anyway they are somewhat like uh, wadda you call it? Oh ya, flat bread, most people who have come here from different countries call it Indian or flat bread." I took one batura, a naan, a buttered naan and a puri.
He then pointed towards a chick peas and orange thick curry dish. "This is called choley, we usually eat it with the batura, it's called choley-batura." I served myself some of tha, too.
"This is paalak-paneer. Paneer is cheese actually, paalak is this green thing. Paalak is a vegetable its uh, in english its called uh, oh ya spinach." He said pointing towards a green dish. I took some of that, too.
For drinks I took this sweet milk thing called a lassi. It was awesome. I had 3-4 glasses of it. Finally Tyler had to stop me and I had to stop him from having his fifth glass of lassi.
I also had a sweet corn chicken soup. The food was awesome. I then went for desert. I took this white milk thing called a malai-something, a kilfi which is a type of ice-cream, a gulab jaamun which is a sugar syrup with fluffy brown table tennis size balls in then and I took a raadgoolla which is somewhat like a combination of the malai thing with gulab jaamuns but white balls. Even Tyler took the same things I took.
We then went to my room. It was then, that found out that until everything is settled at my house in India I will be staying here. Later on all of us, that is Tyler, his family, Piper and Leon will be staying at my place.
Piper, Leon, Micella, Megan, Tiffany and Tyron were all in my room. "Umm", I said "I officially LOVE Indian food." Tiffany, Piper, Leon and Tyler agreed.
"We hate it, dude", the fourteen-and-a-half year old twins said at the same time. I'm still not used to that you know? The twins-saying-anything-together thing.
I smirked. Ha, I thought. Who does NOT like Indian food. "So", I said. "Lets make some new friends and party? Indian style?", I asked in the best Indian accent I could. They all agreed.
We then went out. "Now", Tiffany said, "the question is, how DO we make friends?" "India is a stupid country", Megan said. "Is not", Micella and I said at the same time.
"Is too"
"Is not"
"Is too"
"Is not"
"What EVER", Megan said, finally giving up.
"Anyways", Meagn continued. "I meant to continue saying that India is a stupid country cause like, who speaks english here guys? They speak either Hindi or Hin-glish."
"First", Tyler said. "People speak Engilsh okay, not Hin-glish. Even if they DO speak HIN-GLISH, they know English at least a bit ok? Or how are there so many world renowned authors here huh? Writting ENGLISH books? And second, they stay here dude, they better know Hindi." Tyler went in full defend mood for India.
"Whats. Hin-glish?" I asked confussed.
"Combo of Hindi and English", Tifanny, Megan, Micella and Tyron said at the same time.
"THAT", I said. "Is definately creeping me out ok guys. So please stop it."
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