I should have titled this post "Rohin Kallat is sweating his behind off" because of my sweat-soaked t-shirt. But, here I am attempting to gut these juvenile mackerel in time for lunch. Well ultimately, my mother decided to jump in and avert certain disaster by taking over from me after I had severed their heads, mostly because I was making such a hash of this.
Notice the half-tied lungi. ;-)