Daadu's 75th Bday party

I think that I started Daadu's party off with a bad feeling, since I had to sit in the car squashed by the stuff that was going to be used on my dad's camping trip with his family. Of course, once I got to Ishaan and Sejal's house, I had a blast. I can't really tell you much about the first half of the party, since I only came down when it was time for games. Meanwhile, I had a fierce pillow fight with my little tiger of a cousin, Ishaan. When I finally did come down, we had a cake. Two things I have to say about Mona Bu's cakes. Each time, it's tastier, and 2nd, it's fruitier! In the beginning-whenever that was-she used to put pineapples and cherries. Then she added peaches. Then came blueberries, followed by strawberries. Finaly, she concocted some kind of delicious custard with strawberries, blueberries, peaches, mango, cherries, and pineapple. Mmm... Anyway, after eating the cake, we gave Daadu our letters and presents. Sejal and Saachi's letters were both short, sweet, and cute. Mine was simply a (some say too long) letter of praise. Then came presents.

Mom's idea to give him a car license frame for his new gray toyota was a bullseye. She came up with the quote "Shakunt, I think we're getting there." The present from Sejal's family was two joke books. Amazingly, the first joke that Daadu randomly said out loud had the f-word. Pretty funny, I say. Of course, all of the jokes we kids chose were perfectly appropriate. I wonder, why are'nt grown-ups pertfect if they've had all childhood to get there. Then, Saachi and I did a short, amusing skit. Daadu said a three page "jottings" in complex hindi. The only words I heard and understood were "Vishesh Parivar", or Special family for you english talkers. He said vishesh before, but I didn't catch the next one since it was some wierd word that I have no reason to know. At some point the grown-ups started crying. I was both happy that I didn't understand and curious to know why on earth they were crying.


Next, in tribute to Daadu's ability to do many things at once, my mom or Mona Bu decided to play a musical chairs game with a twist. You also had to carry three red churun in a spoon. If you lost, then you were allowed to eat the churun. This was the first flaw. Some people wanted to eat the churun so bad that they purposely got out. On the other hand, the people who really wanted to win walked as slow as a snail. Seriously! Why are grown-ups so afraid of losing? It's just a fun little game! The game was actually very ironic, since Daadu, whose example everyone was supposed to follow, was so focused on the churun that he didn't notice the music stop and lost. Next was Daadi! It went on and finally it was Mona Bu v.s. Salil Thou. If you dropped your churun, you could pick them up. In the final round, when Mona Bu lost her churun, it looked like she distracted Salil Thou, who dropped his churun too. We then had a redo, in which Salil Thou won. Then it was time to go. Pretty abrupt, huh? :)