I cook, you eat

Had an 'I cook, you eat' party on Saturday night. The 'I cook, you eat' party is a sinister concept I came up with, because of its multi-dimensional nature.

1. It is a good way to catch up with friends. Home-cooked Indian food and a screening of 'Andaz Apna Apna' is something no guy would say no to.
2. There's really no catch, so it makes my friends very relieved. I cook. You eat. It's as simple as that.
3. It ensures that they stay outta my kitchen. I hate kitchen help from guests.
4. It is a good reason to scrub the house clean.
5. I get a good workout.

Sinister, eh?

After the movie and dinner, we had a karaoke singing session, complete with visuals. Considering that I don't actually own a karaoke system, here's what I did. Played the MP3s at a low volume, and opened up a window with the lyrics on the Internet. Increased the font size so everyone could read it, and used the mouse to highlight the words. And we sang. Talk about innovation!

While we're on the subject of innovation, I had also made low-cal gulabjamuns. But I still have to figure out the answer to a question one of the guys (who had incidentally OD'ed on them) asked me, "So how many of these are equivalent to one regular gulab jamun?" Profound. Very profound.

Around midnight, we took a nice little stroll to the beach. Sat on this huge rocky structure with the waves lapping near our feet, in the dim lights of faraway ships, and chatted away. Some of them left about an hour later, after which the renowed band 'Three Mellus and Sayesha on the Rocks' had another scintillating musical session till about three in the morning.

Finally, here's a picture of me a friend drew when I sent him the invite.