Packets of every kind…

I made the ultimate sacrifice recently (and brother mine better appreciate it) by going for my bro’s wedding. It was a sacrifice because the old coots were being their usual cootish selves –more on that later.

But first enroute to the mehendi session M (aka P) were discussing sourcing of a certain plant material in Delhi. And I mentioned that A had got ‘a packet’ from Paharganj. When an aunt accompanying us asked innocently, "What was in the packet?" Ha, like we're going to tell you! We then got to discussing what to get the bridegroom and I suggested “a packet” of another kind – the Durex kind. At this point, another aunt sitting with us added, “The priests also give these packets out don’t they?” I will leave you with the image of a pot-bellied vadiyar with his kudumi handing out “packets”...