There's always a birthday or two in the bay every time I warm my ass in front of my system for some serious work. Its just one of the occassions the bay turns into something short of a patisserie - only that most of the whipped cream ends up on the outside rather than the other way round. Its kind of a tradition in the bay. Irrespective of gender, the baked flour adorns faces, legs, hands, backs and body parts usually not privy to baked food even in the most improbable of circumstances, except of course this one. Last week this honour belonged to one of my team members - Bhavani. As per her, it was her best birthday ever! Doesnt look like she has had too many evenful birthdays. Despite all her efforts to look her naive best, she just could not evade the legacy of this tradition (the history of which I have absolutely no idea of). Tsk tsk - some really good mixed fruit gateau from the Oberoi was the martyr!
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