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almost - what a word. it makes it sound like you almost reached your goals but didnt.
i am, however, glad to say in my case, the almost didnt work out. if not, i shudder to think of the consequences.

it was last friday…it was Sonali’s birthday and Anuj and Arjun threw her a wonderful BBQ style birthday party. he was a big help, from choosing the wine to marinating some food and all.

well, i had tuition till 6.30 but finished late as had to help one student with her story telling competition. had gone home, showered and was waiting for him to pick me up. we reached the house slightly after 8 and we arrived to some chicken tikka on the grill. there was a LOTTTTTTT of food and i think we could have easily had another party the next day.

well, the menu consisted of chicken tikka, sausages (which we didnt cook), lamb ( which he marinated), yummy potato salad, and of course American cheese cake from Secret Recipe. one new dish i tried had chinese and pickled vinegar onion. truly delicious. =)

well, half way down, i decided to take a walk - i was getting a little full and just ventured about 20 steps out of the house. i am not sure why but a thought crossed my mind “This would be a good place for mugging”. call it warning or intuition…not five minutes later, it actually took place.

luckily for me, i turned back. i was reaching the house when he came out. he wanted a smoke and so we just stood 5 steps outside the house. we were busy talking when a motorbike came our way. 2 guys, clad in wind-breakers, helmets, face covered with a cloth, wielded 2 machetes, asking us to give all our belongings.

now, the first thing that crossed my mind was ” that looks like a thundercat sword”. i mean it looked long and in the street light, it looked like plastic. well, knowing HIM, i knew he would fight. so i turned to run. at the same time, he grabbed my arm and we both ran. i yelled to warn those in the house. i guess i was pretty loud as i heard the guys in the house yell back. the pillion rider chased us to the gate and grabbed my right arm.
he pushed him away and that send me careening off, crashing onto tiled floors. it wasnt major but i was glad to get away. i turned back to see the two idiots racing off on the bike.

the story went, after pushing me, he turned around to chase the guy. chandra and ambrose had thrown their beer glasses. i think ambrose’s glass fell on the road scaring them while Chandra’s throw was good - it hit the pillion on his FACE!!!

HE chased them but couldnt get the registration number.
i could sense his anger and frustration. he even called mahen to ask him what to do.
he felt helpless and that irked him. except for the small rub against the gate on the right underarm, everything was okay, physically.

we continued to party away. i managed to get plaster for my wound (it is small) and quietly cleaned it with tissue and water in the bathroom). i got the plaster from the maid and the party went on. funny stories were exchanged. and soon it was time for the birthday cake. delicious!

i slept quite well that night though upon waking up, the whole scene was replayed in my mind. he thinks i am brave.
i just feel grateful that nothing serious has happened.

grateful:
1. i have a heroic husband
2. ambrose and chandra reacted very quickly
3. no kids were playing outside at that time
4. nothing got stolen
5. no one of us got hurt
6. the glass crashed on the asshole’s face
7. that the party went on with everyone smiling

it is definitely a night to remember.