I have no Murukku. I didn't eat any Murukku and I DID NOT bring any Murukku back from Seremban. We didn't make or buy murukku this year. Murukku IS NOT the best Deepavali food ever. It is not better than sex. Telling a Hindu to go back to his home town and bring back Murukku is like picking up Paris Hilton at a bar but telling her you only want to cuddle.
What is it with murukku again? C'mon la, where is the requests for the freshly made chicken and mutton curries both the wet and dry types, what about the home made pineapple jam tarts, the string hoppers mixed with tomato and chicken curries, the nyonya inspired pai tee, the caseree...?
Standard yearly requests:
"Eh, Jangan lupa bawak murukku ya?"
"Eh, ma hai, nei mo kow-kow ah! Faitit law murukku faan lei ok!"
"Aiseyman, I kenot come la. Got to visit my in-laws in Perak but you bring la murukku back brother!"
It seems like murukku is the symbol that all go by to describe the utter sumptuous Deepavali spread. So if one cannot make it to Manimaran Batumalai's house for the Festival of Lights we are expected to 'tapau' back the humble murukku, the spokes person for Diwali's yummy goodness so all can enjoy what they missed out by not attending the Hindu Open House.
I'm gonna start a new experiment. During Chinese New Year, walk up to an Ah Beng and say "Eh dont forget bring back kuaici for me!"
or "bring back kuih lapis for me k!" to Sheila Majid during Raya. Ok la kuih lapis not so bad but cant think of anything now.
So on this day of 28th October 2008 I hearby declare that I have no murukku to share with anyone only because we did not make it this year. I will try to 'murukkucanize' the world next year to share the joys of Deepavali with all my friends and colleagues. Thank you and good day.
Majulah murukku untuk negara.