And the thing that makes me go (y)hmm..

"wake upp..! we need to get there before the others do",sittin on my bed half asleep i could sense the urgency in her voice! I was to perform a duty thats sort of a cult for my mom and a dozen or so mallu aunty's she's accquinted with. Flies swarming all around the place, cries of sweat soaked proles trying to get the attention of buyers, and a nauseating smell, welcome to the Fish Markets of Bangalore. Being from the coastal region we strive hard to keep the Atlantic fish under check, lest they start spilling out into the fields and highways. Last week when i went with my mom for our weekly fish-purchase obligation , i was humoured by this conversation between Meen Chetan (literally translated as Fish Brother) and my mom.

Mom (eyening the prawns) :: Cheta are these prawns fresh ?
Meen Chetan :: They are first class prawns chechi.
Mom :: Are these mathhi (Sardines) fresh ??
Meen Chetan (harassed look on his face) :: All these are fresh, any fresher they would answer your questions themselves .!!

Solemn silence!