Wednesday, July 22, 2015

Tale of toast.

I never saw the point of toast. Adding texture to already decent bread just never got me. Also the texture of butter really wasn't too pleasing. It's so 'slippery', you can almost call it 'slimy'. I'd had my bread plain or with a sandwich, sans the butter.
I gradually adapted to the taste of butter. I feel like along with my brain, my taste buds grew up. I'm fine with almost anything. Butter was fine and so was toast, but still, what's the point when I can have it in it's original chewy texture.
About a year ago, I fell ill. I don't fall ill too often but when I do, I curl in the corner and update my will. I prefer not seeing anyone and get annoyed with myself. It's a horrid state to be in and you'd be in a horrid state to be with someone like me then. I lived on toast and tea for a week. That's long for me. Also, even in deathly states, I threw in some chips. It's my drug of choice.
I felt better with every crunch of the toasted bread and though I remember not tasting it, that slippery slimy butter was the best thing that happened to sliced bread.
And now, I'm officially an addict. I love the stuff. Everytime I see bread, I can't help but think 'Perhaps some toast then?'. It doesn't help that it goes well with tea.
Why am I writing this long yarn about my love for buttered toast? Because I want to eat one right now and I thought this would be a great distraction as the water boils for tea.
Well, that was officially a failed distraction.

Monday, July 20, 2015

Food, sweet food.

One more hour till I run out to grab a bite with the folks, who are down from Goa. There's this donner joint near my house that is TO DIE FOR! I think I scare the owner by grinning a bit too wide, before I even order and have drool coming out of my eyes as I wait for the food to arrive. As you can tell, I'm a little hungry as is the norm.

Mango season is almost over. sigh!
What I ate in Tutcorin and it's currently listed as my 'death food'.
(Death food are the list of foods that one wants to eat before they die)
If one bakes, one understands.

Wednesday, July 8, 2015

Them songs

Do you have this intense love for certain types of music? I'm not too much of a music person, wherein I can go for a few days, especially if I'm busy, without a song. But then I play a country song and I pretty much melt into a putty of sighs and hearts. What is this super-intense pleasurable ear-orgasms that happen with certain songs? For me it's definitely got a squeeze of good ol'nostalgia but falling in such deep love with a tune questions my senses.
Sigh, Excuse me while George replays.

Monday, June 29, 2015

On learning.

I tend to try and be learning something all the time. The keyword here is 'try'. A course, a skill, a subject, a hard dish, a routine. I did succeed a number of times but there were also a number of times I proved myself with all the enthusiasm required and then let it go. I stopped going the whole hog with the procrastination routine or the schedule-blaming and just stop entirely and then start curiosity another anew.

At this current moment, I'm trying desperately to learn a new programme. I remember when I was first trying to learn Photoshop, it was so full of effort but every thing I learnt proved so useful and pat-on-the-backish. Now every time I learn something, I smack myself on the knuckles for not doing it quicker and for it not looking as good as I want it to. Anu, my housemate, and me were talking about it and we asked, is it age that makes us want perfection a lot more, hence making learning a lot more difficult? I don't believe it's patience because by-gum, I had the patience of an ant when I was younger and this is probably the most patient I've ever been. That's not saying much about that virtue and me! What about priority? Maybe if this skill-requirement was indispensable for further scaling, it would have been easier. That may be it really. Necessity being the mother of real learning.