Monday, May 17, 2010

The Blustering Bengali & the Trepidatious Tam Brahm

India is fairly huge. Humungous in fact, considering the sheer variety of languages, states etc etc that sort of co-exist. So what are / were / could be the chances that the only 2 sets of Indians we bump into during our brief Brussels sojourn were - a Tam couple and a Bengali couple?! Like ... wtf!!! (For non-knowers, me and my husband are from those 2 communities)

The Bengali couple were way more obvious though (even my husband would have to admit that) but that possibly had something to do with the fact that they were of the 'breed' variety - mom, pop, uncle, 3 spawn - all the while muttering away in shudh Bangla on the tram while I gleefully pointed them out to GG as he tried to look as unbengali as possible.

The Tam couple were a young couple we ran into while picking up lunch post the Herge Musee at a demi-fancy Wok restaurant. We trained our careless eyes and sharpened our ears to hear the conversation - and voila! We heard the magical words 'rasam', 'masala dosa' and 'thier' ... the almost 'call-to-arms' cry for any Tam Brahm worth their weight in untampered molagapodi.

However we did then bump into loads of Indians later ... it was almost like a convention! The Atomium ... a fairly, well ... strange sort of modern architecture, which was like a giant space molecule of sorts. (Aaah - that explains the Indians! Yeducashanal? Definite-a!) What do you think?


We unfortunately missed the last lift up, but when we turned around - we had landed up smack bang in the middle of a fairly rollicking Belgian party! I really wish we could have found out what they were celebrating - but we didn't want to disturb the general good spirit and drinking ... so we came up with the following options.

A. St Patricks Day
B. Party to celebrate the World Cup
C. Pre-league game drinking party

The music grew from general silly songs to some serious dinchak dinchak ... but its when they started playing hits from those-years-to-be-forgotten like the unforgettable 'Its My Life' or the 'Rhythm is a Dancer' and the crowd still boogied on like they were on the casting for Street Dance 3D - that was when we knew the alcohol had possibly accomplished its effect.


More pictures from the party ...


And one more video. Who said the 80's were not the glorious era for music?! Not me.


Gnite and Oui.
Sush

1 comment:

Goldbug said...

i laughed through this one!