The eggs-traordinary duo

Now everyone knows how serious Viv and I are about our pictionary (heck, we even bought a whiteboard last week so we can draw bigger and better!).

Ironically, the atmosphere when Viv is drawing, is far from serious. Sometimes it gets very difficult to verbalise your guesses because you're laughing so hard at his lateral (read convoluted) thinking.

So we were playing pictionary with the usual suspects Shub and Pizzadude. Now we don't really follow any rules when we play. In fact, we don't even have teams. We just pick a category and each of us just draws what he/she feels like, and the rest try to guess.

So the category is Hindi movies. Viv draws a guy with a basket. Four round things materialise in the basket. Then there's one more guy with a basket of five round things. Third guy has seven round things in his basket. We're wondering what the heck is happening.

"So these round things keep growing in number..." I say wisely.

He shakes his head impatiently.

"They don't grow in number?"

He shakes his head.

"But the numbers are in increasing order!"

"It's got nothing to do with the numbers." I guess he's frustrated by now because he has forgotten that in pictionary, you shouldn't be saying things out loud.

"What are these round things anyway?"

He looks away to think for a while, and then starts drawing a hen with a dotted line leading to the round things.

















"Ah! So they are eggs!"

Viv nods emphatically to say they are.

"Don't put all your eggs in one basket?" We wonder.

"Ghar ki murgi daal baraabar??"

"Meri jaan meri jaan murgi ke ande??"

Viv shakes his head at the suggestions and then at us, as if we have let him down. Next, he starts to draw lines from Basket A to the other guys and then puts a cross on the lines. He does the same for all baskets.

"They're giving one another their eggs?"

Viv shakes his head and emphatically points to the crosses.

"They're not giving one another their eggs?"

He nods vigorously.

"Aati kya khandala? Anda la?" By now, I am already rambling nonsense.

Viv is sick of shaking his head.

"I give up." I finally say. Usually I'm able to guess whatever crap he draws because I kind of know how his thought process works (as is evident here and here) but this had me stumped.

"Knowing Viv's style, I don't even know if this is actually about hens and eggs, and people who don't want to share their eggs with one another." I say.

Shub has also given up by now.

But there is one man who is relentlessly guessing still. The Pizzadude hasn't given up.

"Eggs... anda... hmmmm...." He's still thinking. Viv is nodding vigorously. Shub and I lean back in the couch to watch the drama. This should get interesting.

"Hmmm... Is it anda?" Pizzadude asks.

Viv nods.

"It's anda??"

Viv nods more.

"OH. MY. GAWD." says Pizzadude.

"WHAT? WHAT?? WHAT???" Like the eggs in the baskets, the question marks in my question also increase in number.

"I cannot believe this!!!! Is it 'Andaaz apna apna'????" asks Pizzadude.

Viv grins like mad, while Shub and I look at each other not knowing whether to laugh or cry.