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The flavour of the day is…


Case 1: I had an elderly couple for brunch this morning . I cooked up a storm – two vegetables, two kinds of salads, two kinds of crisps etc. to go with three main dishes.

The woman of the couple talks into her cell phone throughout the meal and the man eats silently. No acknowledgement of the effort put into the meal. Yes, I made the meal out of respect and certainly not to score brownie points, but would it kill to acknowledge if not appreciate?

Case 2: Kid returns from an exam, distraught because she hadn’t done as well as she had hoped. I hug her and tell her “it’s ok, do better next time”. Above woman of pair starts off on a lecture about how formal education is not important and her own offspring, who barely passed exams when younger, is now successful etc. It pissed me off to no end because my family believes that education is important. That aside, what kind of advice is that? I told the woman that I’d thank her to not diss education to my kid and she got all offended.

Case 3: I will be attending a play today, with a friend. I am excited about it. However, I had to make elaborate arrangements so that my family is taken care of, gastronomically and otherwise in my absence. I realise that this is my own prison and that it’s women like me who set back gender equality by decades. Yet I cannot bring myself to say “I am going to enjoy myself this evening. You take care of yourselves” without judgemental guilt killing me. Disgusting woman I am.

Hopefully there is no case 4. I will be leaving for the play in a few minutes. Will probably write about it tomorrow.



Sharing my world

It looks like my new office has awoken the hibernating beast and I am churning out documents by the dozen every week.  Even management type documents that usually make me want to gouge my eyes, don’t fluster me too much now, other than the occasional “stop bs-ing around man” flabbergastation.

You know you are a nerd when you are excited about making study notes and questions for a 10th class kid.  Said kid tut tuts when she see the mad look about me when I hand over the study material to her.

This will be a brief post because a very interesting paper on artificial insemnation* of fowl awaits to be edited.  Yesterday I edited a paper on whole body vibration in drivers of mid-level height buses.  My editing work has introduced me to topics I would never have dreamed of reading.

Without further ado, answering Cee’s Share Your World questions:

A class you wish you would have taken?

Apt question to a supernerd.  The answer is that I wish I had taken every class in this world   EVERY.  If I didn’t have a job, I’d probably just do that – audit classes after classes.

Are you scared of heights?

As Shelden of TBBT would say, “I am not afraid of heights, I am afraid of falling”.   Who am I kidding?  I am afraid of heights.  Terrified.

Are you a good cook?

Can you hear me laugh?

What did you appreciate or what made you smile this past week?

My new office.  And all the work I am getting done.

Have a good week, folks.


* Did you know that the plural of “sperm” is “sperm”.  I didn’t.



Let’s play

Eleven questions by Embeecee

When making an entrance in to a party, do you make your presence known? Do you slip in and look for someone you know? Do you sneak in quietly and find a safe spot to roost?

What do you think?  I’d say hi to the host, to mark my presence (“attendance mark” as we call it in this part of the world) and get the heck out of there, either into the dining area, or to the most inconspicuous spot that people can’t spot me and roost until the cows come home (mixed metaphors, sorry).

Do you like eggs?  If so, what’s your favorite style in which they are prepared?  Scrambled, over easy, hard or soft boiled etc…?

Used to love eggs.  Now not so much.  I prefer them in sweet recipes – pancakes, cakes, French toast, waffles, etc.  Preferably with a lot of cinnamon to mask the eggy smell.

What is your strongest sense? If you had to give one up, which would it be?

I don’t think I can choose. Right now my eyes are not as good as they used to be.  So, I’d say that the eyesight is the most important sense to me. However, I am not sure I can live without a sense of smell, or taste or feel. Hearing – you know, I don’t mind living without but I suspect that is hypothetical.

What is one guilty pleasure you enjoy too much to give up?


How has your birth order/characteristics of siblings affected you?

Only child.  I don’t think about it too much.  I suspect it makes you the apple of your parent’s eyes to the point of suffocating you.  I am sorry to say that my daughter is in the same state, and while I do make a conscious effort to not smother her, it comes through sometimes.

If you could restore one broken relationship, which would it be?

An ex-friend.  We were good friends, but I stopped talking to her one day because of some issue.  I did not even tell her that I was angry with her, or inform her of the grouse I had.  I never gave her the opportunity to explain her position. Or to defend herself.  I merely stopped, because the issue was messing with my life and I knew I had to get out of there. I know I should not have, and it is unfair, because what happened was not entirely her fault.  Still, it is too messy to get back and repair the relationship now.

How difficult is it for you to forgive someone who refuses to apologize?

I can’t.

When did you immediately click with someone you just met? Why? What was the long term result? Conversely, are you close with anyone now that you really disliked at first?

No.  I take time to know someone and let someone get close in due course.  I have very close friends that I have made over years.  When I dislike someone I tend to stay away from them, so no chance of getting close.

What was the best news you ever received?

The birth of my child.

In what area of your life are you immature?

Let me count – relationships, profession, communication, emotions, activities….

When sleeping: Fan or No Fan OR noise or no background noise?

Fan.  No noise.

Monday medley

Last night, I had a nondescript unpleasant feeling in my chest – a sense of restlessness that I kept ignoring until it threatened to get out of control.  Then I analysed the cause of it and found that the first reason was my socialisation over the weekend.  The second, which caught me by surprise, was that I had not put thoughts into the written word.  I hadn’t realised that blogging has become pivotal to my mental health.


My office room is finally fixed.  I have a wonderful, custom made table, on which I have a large computer screen, for which my forties eyes are thanking the better-half.  I have a high end ergonomic computer chair as well;  I have never sat on a computer chair in my life. I am a fidgety person, and constantly move my body parts when I am working, and having wheels is a bit of a pain because the chair keeps moving whenever I fidget. These wheels don’t have a lock either.  I’ll get used to it, though. So, not complaining.


My visitors over the weekend are from the US.  I got a boatload of dark chocolate, hallelujah, it wasn’t razors and waxing strips or outdated calendars with pictures of orchids.  Another local relative, who had visited to meet said NRI, got me a bottle of homemade Goan wine, which paired well with the dark chocolate; the combination somewhat helped overcome last night’s irritation.


My NRI guest, who is a bit of a know-it-all tells me that wine not aged for at least seven years, gives one heartburn.  I hadn’t known that.  The Goan wine of last night is three years old, and this morning, I woke up with a bit of acidity.  Was my guest right perhaps?


I could do with a little less empathy in my life.  I have been hand-holding a relative recently, who has been in depression, which manifests as constant complaints about everything, and it has got my spirits down.  I keep telling myself that all I can do is lend an ear, and not get sucked into the vortex of someone else’s mental unrest, but no matter how much of an emotional armour I wear, I start resonating with their emotions.  I could back off for self-preservation, but if I did that, this person would sink even further, and I can’t let that happen.  I only need to fortify myself further, I guess.

I need to get back into my daily meditation schedule.


I am reading Milan Kundera’s Ignorance.  Even in translation, it’s a great read.  I am increasingly perceiving the difference between a good book and a great book.  I read Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni’s “The palace of Illusions” before this, a retelling of the Mahabharata from the angle of Panchali.  It was a good and engaging book – perhaps I would review the book soon – but awards notwithstanding, I would not classify it as a “great book”like I would of, say, Rushdie’s “The enchantress of Florence” or Garcia’s “Love in the time of cholera” or, as I am reading now, Kundera’s “Ignorance”.


Have a good week, people, and thanks for sending me time and good vibes.

The spiral

I am not ignoring comments, trust me.  Life is just spiralling a little out of control.  Just before an already late bedtime last night, the kid tells me that she has debate workshop for the next four days, and I would have to shuttle her, not to mention pack extra food, because the workshops last forever.  I have visitors today, for the next four days – and we all know how I react to guests.  If the office room does not get fixed today, I will scream.  It’s month start, there are bills to pay – I never knew I’d have to pay so many bills.  The pantry is running low on juice, and with a guest coming over, that’s not a good thing.  It hasn’t rained yesterday, and does not look like it would rain today, so a lot of plant watering to do.

I’d appreciate it if you people could send me a little of your time each, so that my day could have a minimum of 34 hours, and a lot of your stamina so that I can get through the next four days.