Invitation for a meal!

 A few years ago, I met an old friend at the Delhi airport. I was on a five-day official visit to Delhi and was happy to bump into a friend after nearly 10 years. We were colleagues at a company in Delhi where I was working at the time. After exchanging pleasantries, my friend said,

 

“ Hey, why don`t you drop in for dinner one of these days. I will be at the station for the next week. It will be great to go down memory lane. Give me a `ping`. I will ensure that Rama cooks your favourite Rajma chawal”

 

I am always suspicious of such vague invitations.  When I rang up the friend the next day and got him on the line after several attempts, he said he was busy with some unexpected development and that he would call back. But he never called.

 

Another experience I had was much worse. This friend invited my wife and me for dinner on a specific date and asked us to arrive around 8:00 pm. As a person who believes in sticking to time, my wife and I reached the friend`s home and rang the bell. After a few minutes, his wife, dressed in a nightie,  opened the door.

 

She said, “ What a pleasant surprise. Raghu did not tell me that you are coming. Please come in and take your seats. I will be back in a few minutes”. So saying she went in and came back dressed in a saree. After the usual preliminaries, we hesitantly told her that we were visiting because her husband  Raghu had invited us for dinner. She was shocked and embarrassed. Even before she could gather her wits to respond to us, in walked Raghu,  who seemed to be equally shocked to see us. Clever guy that he was, he said,

`Sorry Raj,  I thought I had invited you for dinner tomorrow. Did not expect you today.” While his wife was frowning and gave him a dirty look, Raghu tried to save the day.’ No problem, yaar.  It is too late for Meena to cook a meal. We will go out for dinner. Where do you want to go? Bikanervala or Agarwal`s?” Both my wife and I felt miserable, but could not back out of the invitation to dine out.

 

After I settled down in Nana Nani, the Senior Citizen Home where I live now,  I rarely go out. On the rare occasions  I go to attend a Rotary or some club meeting, I meet old friends. On one occasion, when a friend asked me to come home for meals,  I  told him. “ I will. Please tell me a specific date and time. As a VIP ( Velai Illadha Paya- a man without any work) I have all the time in the world. It will be my pleasure to enjoy a meal in your family`s company,” I added, “ Please tell your wife to keep the menu simple. All that I need for lunch is 2 chapatis, dhal,  some sabji and a glass of buttermilk. If it is dinner time, any one tiffin item is good enough to fill my shrunk tummy ( the interior and not the exterior )”

Needless to say, I am still awaiting his invitation to the meal.

 

Lesson: It would be advisable to discreetly check with the wife before accepting an invitation for  meal from an  overenthusiastic friend.