Curd Rice and Butter Chicken – An Anthology of ANN DIMPLE TONY

Curd Rice and Butter Chicken – An Anthology of ANN DIMPLE TONY

The ultimate aim of our (john and me) trip to Bangalore was to feast upon the various delicacies which we longed for and of course to get drunk. The Mysore masala dosa, Chow chow bath, Gobi Manchurian and Non Veg meals from Empire. We even found a place to stay near to a Empire to serve this purpose.

But then best combo which I had was the Curd Rice and Butter chicken along with Gobi Manchurian. That was chosen and introduced by great Dimple alias Annama. Even when I was fed Curd rice as a staple every day during my stay in college hostel it never occurred to me that Curd rice could be a great Combo with spicy Non vegetarian.

Well this combo emulates the personality of dimple itself I guess. I am referring to life situations which she faces and the indifference with which she approach them. Insanity unplugged. Trying this combo was so exciting and so was every moment we spend with her in the trip.

To start with the most striking incident was during the debacle at the Mysore hotel Check In, where John and dheeja was settling the hotel guys to accommodate four us in one room. I was telling dimple that the hotel guys is not budging to accommodate us and we may be in trouble and I was expecting her to panic a bit as where to spent the night if we are not allowed in. Instead I couldn’t even see her flinch even for a second. She was super cool as if it is not even a problem to bother. I could gauge that her cool composure rooted from the belief that either me or john will be kept out and not her. But then she was at the better side of her luck that the hotel guys let us in after some drama else she would have been the one who had to stay out.

Or even when she chose to go for a coin toss to decide whether to skip her exams and come with us to Mysore. Well then even I guess there was some issue with the coin that whenever we tossed the coin it always flipped the favorable and she had no choice but to come with us. I cannot imagine skipping an exam and doing something else which is like a forbidden sin which I could never forgive myself. But then there was Dimple who chose to do that. I guess she had her own valid reasons for that.

Or the way she swims. Her demand for googles and cap to swim left me an impression that she is a swimming rock star and yes she was, until the point where I saw her started swimming. She did swim but then only to the length of a breath. She is yet to learn how to come up, breath and continue swimming.

I remember, right there in the swimming pool we asked her to day with us for the night and then thought upon a plan to inform the hostel warden about a group study. Then to accommodate her I was asking her to sing a song for us which she still owe us. She do owe us another one for training her how to lie effectively. But then looking back to that, I guess first thing we should have done was to get all her particulars, her address, parents details and so on. Because standing outside the hospital room next night and wondering what is going to happen her during the overdose, the only though running across my mind was, how to contact her parents if something bad happens. How the police going to believe our story. She is supposed to be in Bangalore and not in Mysore.

Or when she decided to have some shots with us. Now having drinks with friends was always a joy but then having some with whom thoroughly enjoys every moment she having is something else and then there is this joy telling this person about the things you know. Dimple took that night and turn it to moments which we all could cherish for many days to come.

Or when she decided to come home for Christmas. We were concerned that she might get down in the middle and go back home. But then she did came.

Or when she set foot on a boat ride through the Pozhi, from the sea to the river. She never knew that many a people have died at that very spot before. I am sure she was not aware of that but then I don’t think she would have bothered even if we told her that.