15 April, 2014

M- Medicines




Thanks to Mom and her ideas about what her children should eat and how their eating habits should be, I have always been as strong as a horse. Till now, i-e. 2014 which is the second year of me living by myself. 

Time and again, I have fallen ill and I have discovered that I am horrible at taking care of myself. Case in point: Despite a throat infection, I will go ahead and order two very icy ice teas. And anyone who tries to prevent me will either get a compelling puppy face or a temper tantrum. End result being an extra course of medicines and pain for me.

My deceptively colorful tonsil medicines

But though my trysts with typhoid this February or my affair with tonsillitis last week have not gotten me down mentally or psychologically, I now understand why my dear uncle and mum sign off every conversation with ‘take care of your health, that is most important.’ Because the moment you fall sick, your ability to do everything and anything comes to a standstill. You can have a billion dollars in the bank, a happening career, a great relationship, a wonderful bunch of friends, the most accomplished children, breath-taking beauty…. but without health, all of this is pointless. And that, in itself, is something that can send you spiraling into depression. 

Also, along with all the crap that you have brought on yourself (at least in my case), you put the people you love and care about through the ordeal of seeing you sick and helpless, not to mention all the additional work of taking care of an invalid (I know these people love us and care about us, it is no work for them at all but nurturing someone back to health is no joke) and for me, this is the worst part of the sickness. 

Well, hopefully, I have learnt my lesson and more healthy food will replace the double-cheese-extra-spicy-Bringa-special sandwiches (that I make in the office pantry, you should try it sometime) and hopefully, I won’t have to answer any more of the doctor’s uncomfortable questions because the helplessness that comes with being sick has truly shaken me out of my limbo. 

No more pretty looking tablets for me, thank you very much. No matter how pretty they are. 

14 April, 2014

L- Lemonade. Masala Lemonade.



When it comes to food, I’m a very continental kind of person. I like my pastas, my English breakfasts with the baked beans and the omelettes, the egg salads and the lightly drizzled olive oil dressings and whatnot. I will also order the forever-my-companion peach iced tea, every chance I get. But come summer (which is the most hated season in my book), I will forget all the Memness and indulge in the heaven that is masala lemonade. 

The server comes up to the table and puts down a tall, tall glass of lightly colored heaven on my table, bubbling invitingly, boasting of the light sprinkling of spicy masala and I can smell the green freshness of the beautiful mint leaves that adorns it which is perfectly partnered by that expertly sliced wedge of summery yellow lemon. I take a sip and the perfect blend of spice, soda, cold and salt hit me, right in the head. And right there, folks, is nirvana in a glass. 


There is something so comforting, something so light and airy about the drink that puts me in good spirits almost instantly and now that even Bangalore summers are going up to 38 degrees, this is the one thing that is keeping me sane. Oh and ordinary lemonade won’t do, it has to be the masala version.
 
I really wish I had a picture that I clicked myself but most of the time I’m busy gulping from the glass and ordering seconds to click any. And yes, I love it so much that I will dedicate an entire post to it :P
 

12 April, 2014

K – Kites Café




I had a classmate in college who was not part of our general group for various reasons. One he was against Malayalees (for reasons unknown) and considering ours was a full-Mallu group, well, it’s obvious why, isn’t it. Plus he made quick judgments about people in the class and he stuck to them the entire three years. He also had very strong beliefs in God, religion and related things and also was very vocal about them, while I don’t think this in itself is a wrong thing, he wasn’t very tolerant about other people’s beliefs.  

To tell you the truth, I never really liked him, primarily because he has that typical attitude towards girls that people in the region have and having grown up around it and tasted the freedom that educated women in Kerala have, I couldn’t go back to accepting the status quo of women in the region and he was representative of that. It didn’t really matter, either to him or to me, and in college you know how easy it is to stay in your comfort zone and chill without really paying attention to whose lives are falling apart and whose lives are getting made. By the end of the first year, he had managed to piss off pretty much everyone in the class. He stuck to his own couple of buddies.

I recall this person now because he has been involved in a lot of social work in the city, started his own group of businesses with his friends, made short films – all these updates I gather, thanks to Facebook. Of course, whatever be the personal relationships, we ALL are friends on Facebook.

He started a café in back in Coimbatore. One of its kind there. Very chic, very nice place. They have a fancy menu, nice food, great ambience, superb prices. I loved the place when I visited a couple of months back and my family did too. He pinged me on Facebook later asking for feedback and made efforts to implement some of the suggestions I had given him. Without any air-kissing or brouhaha.

All this progress and his straightforward behavior, which has been honest above all, make me think I might have gotten him wrong. Make me think I might have missed out on making friends with one of those people who are genuine, outspoken and driven towards a goal. And when I think of the wasteland that was my college life, the wastefulness that were the relationships I built in college and the other waste load of people I have been associated from that period of my life, I might have been better off being friends with someone who wasn’t all that popular but very genuine and honest about who he is.

How much we try to conform because of peer pressure. How much we lose out of because of that. I have lost a little bit of respect for myself because of this misjudgment. 

And it is because of these reasons that I deem myself a pathetic judge of character. 

 
P.S: The title of the post is what his café is called (:

11 April, 2014

J - Jamus


Very tall.
Big built.
Slight tummy because of the affinity towards hot aloo parathas.
Great hair.

40% Mallu.
Stems from the love for beef and Kerala parotta.
60% Delhi-ite.
Complete with the obsession to find the perfect chole bature in Bangalore.
Loves talking.
Loves movies.
Movies like The Machinist and Dallas Buyers Club get his goat.
Has a list of Top 5 actors.
Can’t get through one page of a book. Sadly.

Thinks reading my posts are a chore -_-
Adores and relates to Modern Family.
Brilliant singer.
Deep singing voice.
Hopeless dancer.
Still dances with friends.
Respects women.
Focused.
Ambitious.
Over-performs at work.
Yeah, one of those.
Laughs a lot.
Complete social animal.
Big fat sloth.
Can sleep the entire weekend away.
Very sloppy with clothes unless the launderette is involved.
Dresses well.
Doesn’t like Italian food.
Use to type without dictionary mode till I showed up. (Blasphemous)
Extremely patient.
Sometimes grown-up.
Most times, actually.
The very opposite when sick.
Does not engage in arguments.
Capable of being holier-than-thou.
Walks off during a fight.
No ego problems.
Does not like cigarettes.
Loves beer.
Drinks it like Dom Toretto.
Tries to, anyway.

Might or might not play a big role in my life sometime in the future.

10 April, 2014

I - I & Me & More Me. Not Like You Have A Choice.


This is where I decide to be super-narcissistic and take the easy way out by doing an entire post about the failnomenon that is me (That's fail+phenomenon, in case you didn't guess). Though I have tried to keep me and my pratty self away with fiction and abstract posts, it’s going to have to come out some time or the other, eh. So presenting, 10 facts/things about me that you didn’t already know (and have been none the worse for it :P)
- Though I was very accomplished in bicycle riding, there was this one time when I tried to ride doubles with someone and ended up crashing into an old, old uncle on the road who was out for a walk after an operation. I got up, made sure he was okay, mumbled an apology and rushed away but, till date, I’m mortified by the incident and I wish I had apologized more, done more.
- I love smelling kittens. Please don’t judge me, they smell so much like babies, warm and cuddly and purry and clean and oh-so-mwah-able.
 - I cut off my best friend because she chose sides back in high school and I haven’t forgiven her till date.
- I don’t believe in dating. I thought I did but I don’t. It’s either a relationship or singledom for me.
- I cannot tolerate the amount of beauty products women have to use to stay supposedly lady-like. TOOMANYNAMESANDCREAMSTOKEEPTRACKOF!!
- I very rarely get jealous of other women. True story. Works out well for me and saves me the anguish of dissecting my feelings towards someone. *sniggers*
- I’m a very bad judge of character and I STILL get into trouble for it. And it doesn't look like I will learn any time soon.
- I can read spoilers and still read the book and enjoy it. I can listen to spoilers and still enjoy the episode. In fact, I check the plotline on Wiki before watching or reading anything to find out who dies/lives/gets married/has children/has amnesia/whatnot. The suspense distracts me but if I know what is going to happen, I watch with glee and complete attention. AND I LOVE IT BECAUSE NOBODY CAN SPOIL ANYTHING FOR ME EVER :D
- I’m not religious, not even a little bit. But I pray even before sending out an important mail. I believe in Karma, I guess, and a higher power.  
- I can be very funny and entertaining when I want to. But I mostly keep that side under wraps and let people think that I’m moody and quiet. I don’t know for what joy.
- I'm a very awkward conversationalist with a vast majority of people except those I'm on the same wavelength with.
Bonus: I can cut people off without a thought. Callously. Because almost always, I have trusted them and loved them and they have let me down. Big time.  
Bonus 2: I can’t play politics even if my life depended on it and it is THE WORST QUALITY to have in the today’s world.


P.S: I have missed the last couple of posts because I have been verra, verra ill with a case of tonsilitis for the nth time. I have posted them now with the right dates but I hope that's not cheating :( I really didn't want to write posts with antibiotics ruling my brain.
 
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