And the republic day

…Was a huge hit. I was energized when Radhika brought up the idea during our routine morning walk. The outline was thrilling but making it happen was another ball game all together. However our gang of friend enthusiasts was equally excited when they heard about the plan and slowly it began to flourish. Together we came up with a list of sport activities followed by food stalls, fun fare and camel ride. Promising entries for food stalls and fun fare came in. As the day loomed, excitement began to peak.
Linda, Jyothi and Myself decided to put up a dabha while my hubby and Rajesh decided on a non-veg stall. Linda’s idea of us getting dressed as Punjabi men was exciting and enterprising. We spent the previous night at jyothi’s home, designing our name board for the dabha . We came up with the name “Lakki da dabha” as in Lucky the dabha and hung some green chillies knitted together with lemon over the length of the board. The design was done and the main project of cooking was to happen the following day. Our menu was mooli paratha, dal makhini, salad, spicy butter milk and masala chai. I took over the preparation of dal makhini and could not wait until late noon to be done with it. I was ready for the show and so was my team. Talking about my hub and rajesh, they preferred their dish piping hot and so they had to give up on the sport activity and slog their butt out in the the kitchen at that time (Men , I tell you!!!).
Sports started at around 3 PM and kids were out of control. I liked the tricycle race for the 2 to 3 year old the best of all. It was hilarious to see these kids who have just begun to experiment with their cycle pushing their way forward by thrusting the cycle with their legs on the ground. Well! The sports seemed never ending and the stall owners lost patience and started putting up their stalls even before the sports was over. The camel in the campus seemed to draw the kids attention and the finalists of the sports event preferred being on top of the camel rather than participating in the final race. It was chaos!!
Meanwhile my team mates had already begun to set up our stall while I gave up on coordinating the sports and ran to my next project. The turban and mustache was in place and we were all set to begin business. It was late evening, we had a total of 16 stalls. People poured in and the fun began. Initially the fun fare stalls had people crowded in front of ‘em and slowly they began to creep into the food stalls while it was our turn to rock. This is my second business venture and we did amazingly well by profiting as compared to my hubby who priced his plate way too low and ended up getting sold out first only to suffer a loss. Well! he called it charity of chicken legs to slumdogs hehehe!!!!
I will try to put up some pics of the event later .