It all happened during a drunken night of madness. Few of us were celebrating the end of summer and someone asked What are we going to do about K’s 40th birthday party.? I am a bit sketchy about what happened after that. It turns out that I offered to host the party and we agreed it is going to be a Bollywood theme party.

Hosting a party is no big deal for me, I have always done it. But this one is going to be the most difficult one I have ever hosted. First of all everyone thinks, being of Indian origin, I should be the best to host a Bollywood theme party.

They don’t know that I am a typical oreo..black outside and white inside.

I own one saree, bought 24 years ago. I wore it when we had a party to celebrate end of first year MBBS. I have no Indian jewellery to match with the saree, let alone safety pins to hold it all together.. I am really ashamed to be an Indian, especially because even my friends who have never been to India and have no Indian blood running through their veins has better sarees than I do.  It is really sad that the only Indian among the 40 coming for the party will be the worst dressed 🙁

I have not listened to any Hindi songs since leaving India and I still haven’t got the music sorted.

I still don’t know what to do with decorations. I would have loved to have diyas. But the deck is timber and the nearest  fire station is 20 km away.

I bought colourful muffin cups and am planning to fill it with a mix of murukku and banana chips  and serve as nibbles.

Main course, , I am cooking  nadan erachi curry, butter chicken, gujju style dhal,paneer butter masala, boondi raita, naan and neychoru..

My friend is baking an enormous pink elephant cake ( heffalump)