te amo

I will be the beans, and darling
I will be the rice too
I will be the big cheese,
All wrapped up in a burrito

I will be your Chimichanga baby
I love you

LOVE

Grapes are yummy, so are oranges. I love grapes and oranges. I could eat them all day.
Papaya with lime and sugar.

I love papaya with lime and sugar.

I love pineapple juice. It makes me happy. I prefer canned to fresh though.
I also love pineapple in my pizza.

I love mutter paneer. I love paneer all soft and yummy. I love paneer tikka I love paneer makhanwala I love paneer parathas.

I love onion parathas. I love onion parathas you get at the dhabha near my college, with the chunky raita. I love chunky raita with chunky tomato pieces chunky curd bits and cucumber. All salty juicy yummy goodness I love it.

I love chinese food all salty yummy sweet sour madness. I love pakchoy. I love bamboo shoots. I love curry

I love curry, I love thai green curry, thai any curry, morrocan broth or spanish stew I love it. I love broths. I love it with nice fluffy light steamed white rice. I love rice

I love it with sambar, with rasam, with curd. I love curd rice.

I love curd rice with pickle, mango pickle, lime pickle, tomato pickle. I love pickle.

Its so easy to love food. I love it.

Sicko

I've fallen sick. I feel miserable and want nothing more than to curl up and lie still. I woke up, had a bath and then started feeling absolutely pathetic. Then came the decision of whether to head to work or not. I knew I had a lot of work. So I just sat down for a few minutes, attempted to convince myself that I am not sick at all, and then stepped out.

Went down and into bright bright burning sunshine. Realised this was a bad idea. Walked back to my elevator.
Then stopped. Called my mom, to ask her what I should do. My mom who is sitting cities away, had to make my decision.

She didn't pick up. Walked back to get a taxi. Stopped. Tried my mom again. Tried my boyfriend. He picked up, told me to not go if I feel that horrid. Agreed with him, and hopped into a taxi and gave directions to my work place.

About ten minutes in the taxi, asked him to turn back and drop me home. He did. My mom called, told me to go to work as maybe the work would distract me from feeling this bad - as there did not seem to be any specific reason for me to be sick. Ok. By now, I was back outside my apartment.

Went to the chemist. Picked up some tablets, all ready to head home and get some rest. Hopped into a taxi and gave him directions to work.

Reached work. Felt sick. Ran for a call. Felt sick. Tried working on a document, felt sick. Tried eating some lunch. Finally, that did it. I could barely think straight or move right. Decided to head home.

Headed home.
At home. Feeling miserable and sick.


This could have been easier you think, but it seldom is with me.


Any time I feel sick, I feel like I'm being punished for something I've done wrong. Usually I succeed in identifying the so-called wrong thing. This time, no clue. So maybe I'm not being punished. I just want to sleep, but I have work. Work that needs to be addressed, finished, sent and reviewed.

I think I may have fever.

On the true meaning of “the suspense is killing me”

I am not a patient person. I am physically and mentally incapable of waiting for anything. 

I cannot wait for a taxi for more than five minutes before I start losing my temper. Before I start tapping my foot till it hurts. Before I go "ARGH" in my head a couple of times. Before I go "ARGH" out loud a couple of times. 

I cannot wait for my food for more than half hour after I have ordered it. Not without grabbing at my stomach and exclaiming "I'm Hungry!" out loud every two seconds. Involuntarily, believe it or not. 

I cannot give a print out of 100 pages and wait for the printer to finish choking on every other page before spitting out my entire copy in more or less one piece. I cannot do that without attempting to hurt it physically, almost expecting it to go "ouch". Then stroking it where I hit it, by way of an "Oh all right I'm sorry. Now come on". 

When I turn a laptop or computer on, I cannot sit still and wait for it to wake up in ease. I must click. Type. Tap the screen. Jam the damn thing till I'm forced to shut it down against its will and try the whole process over again. 

I cannot wait two seconds for my tube light to flicker on - I need to turn it on and off three times in the hope that that somehow helps it make its decision to give me light. 

The word "Loading" makes me clench my fist. The words "Loading, please wait" make me clench tighter.

Because, I cannot wait. 

I want everything now. If I know about something, it needs to happen immediately. I am spoilt rotten you think? Well, maybe so. But I am incapable of waiting. 

The suspense depresses me, plays with my head, sinks me down in deep sorrow and frustration and then finishes me off for good. Killer suspense. 

Well, will let you know soon enough what has been causing me so much trouble that I was pushed to write this post - why I've been away this long and what next. I have a problem with suspense - I don't suppose you do. So wait.

Are you where you should be?

Last week I was in London. For the entire week. I went for some corporate training course and extended that into a very nice short holiday in an incredible city. It was a perfect trip because, unlike my other holidays abroad, I was able to get a taste of pretty much everything. 

We stayed in a 'studio apartment' of a cousin of a husband of a friend of mine. Well, it was called that but looked nothing like the image that may have sprung to your mind at the mention of those words. It was a small apartment. It had all the basics. It was cramped yet could have been easily categorised as comfortable accomodation for two if the furniture could be re-arranged (read: thrown out) a bit.  

So I got a taste of staying in an actual (suburban) residential neighbourhood. 

We had to travel all the way from Ealing Broadway to Canary Wharf to get to the office where we had our training. 'We' being me and my friend whose husband's cousin's studio apartment we were staying in. In order for you to appreciate what I mean by 'travel all the way', here: 

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So yup. I got to travel a long distance to work like any regular peter in London. All wrapped up and un-wrapped in the hot tube, wrapped up on way to work, unwrapped in office. so on. 

Then, since the visit wasnt the usual - oh stay for four days and see all there is to be seen of London (that is in a tourist guide / recommended on the internet / printed on the souvenir tshirt we bought too early) - I got to actually eat out at pretty normal places, go to a musical, hang out with some friends, get tired, get sleepy and head home to watch some tv and crash. 

I lie. I never watched tv - well except for the most unfunny version of whose line is it anyway (British) which I watched every morning. 

So while living what felt like would have been my normal life had I lived in London, I constantly wondered if the city was for me. 

Well. It was perfect. The roads. The trees. The sky. The houses. The office. The places to visit. To be in. Everything was perfect. 

Too fucking perfect.

For instance. While we were travelling to Canary Wharf, we need to take the 'District Line' followed by a switch to the 'Jubilee Line'. But, there was some sort of massive reconstruction something something happening with the underground - so - as a result the Jubilee F.ing Line kept going off service. So, one such time, we found ourselves in an over crowded Bank station. The announcements are repetitive and basically telling everyone to stay calm and walk on the right hand side of the station. 

Noone. Made. A. Sound.

Nothing. Not one complaint. Not one extra heavy sigh. No tch. No fahk. Nothing.

It was like ZOMBIELAND. They formed their line, they waited, walked, stood, and stared. 

I could have screamed.

It was then I realised that perfect was not my thing. I disliked perfect. Made me want to lash out. To dirty. To tear. To break something. I could not wait to get home.  

However, after I got back - to smelly and hot Bombay - I was not entirely sure about London. About the great Abroad. I felt pretty certain I belonged in India, but I wanted a defining moment. A clear stamp. 

--

I am at work - its 11pm - and an associate offered me some Vada Pav. 

I bit into it and I knew quite easily. I got my stamp and my defining moment. Home is where the food that makes me happy is. It was spicy and yummy. My entire time in London I couldve cried for lack of food that made me remotely satisfied. Here it was. In plenty. 

Food you love 

Family you love

Get them both to the same place

and you'll be happy.

Ok maybe not you. but me. yup

In the loo

ok so tell me what you think

wonderbot diaries is officially open

that's about all I wanted to say actually. Go check it out - Wonderbot Diaries. 

you cannot imagine how fun this is

for many a rough sunset with you

Birthday Gift of Awesome

Hello

So as a birthday gift this year, my boyfriend got me a graphic tablet. Which is this device which allows me to draw and paint digitally. I cannot begin to describe how awesomely cool it is. So, my first (somewhat shaky) painting from my super graphic tablet coming up in the next post.

I am very Hungry

It's 1.19 am and I am very hungry. I managed to leave work early today and get home early (with not much traffic and what not). The taxi ride cost me Rs. 132 and I had Rs. 140 with me. So, I couldn't order any food with Rs. 8. Well, nothing more than a small packet of chips maybe and I was not interested in a small packet of chips. 

So I come home, open my fridge Praying that some of the Sexy baingan bharta my cook made this morning was left over. No such luck. No egg. No Maggi. All that's there is very old cold bread and some Mexican Mirchi cheese spread. 

So I toasted two slices and ate them with the spread and some juice (not much of which was left in the carton, still). Well first I put them in the toaster, pushed the thingy down and ran to the loo to wash up so I can eat my 'dinner' all clean. I come back and the toast isn't nice hot and toasty. I go, 'shoot I broke my flatmate's toaster'. I push the bread about a bit, push the thingy a bit more. Change the timing. No luck. Then, stroke of genius, I decide to try another plug point. This is when I notice that I hadn't turned the switch on. It worked, the bread even got burnt a little. 

Did I ever, ever claim to be an all-time bright person? Then? 

Moving on. I proceeded to do some gift research online. Attempted to buy something from Amazon. Which charged me murder for shipping but I'm pretty sure that thing I bought cannot be bought here anywhere. Yes I am pretty sure. I checked some Indian websites. 

Really. Ok well, if it can be bought here, I'd feel pretty stupid. There. What do you want from me. 

Moving on. I then got bored of my research and decided to play GOD OF WAR (I) (its in brackets because it's actually just GOD OF WAR, but subsequently came GOD OF WAR II and GOD OF WAR III, not sure they were expecting that. ok I am rambling). The damn game is quite violent, not to mention, ahem, quite X rated (?). Well, there are naked women involved. Both God women and mortal women, naked. Semi-naked. Ok, anyway, the game is quite violent. So whenever they want to make Kratos (the main chappie) do something particularly difficult looking, they don't trust you to carry out a series of moves. Instead you're asked to press O. Then the game directs you to press a number of buttons as and when they appear on screen and then does all the hard work itself. Silly game. I enjoyed it. 

Well except for one part, whenever they want to test your skills and make you do something like Kill a MEGA MONSTER (they're not actually called that), they required you to press one button (say O) REPEATEDLY. And the faster you do it, the better your chances of killing said MEGA MONSTER. I of course took this very seriously. As a result, many MEGA MONSTERS dead and my right arm is barely functional. 

Also, I don't think Kratos ever dies. Or maybe I'm just a super sexy game player (no but seriously, I don't think he ever dies). He kinda looks like one of those guys from that dumb show. Roadies. But sexier. and more grey with a GIANT red tattoo thing. 

Ok here. 

No? 

So after all the hard work and faffing (described above) I'm back to feeling hungry with no food. I think I should just drink some water and go to sleep. Man, I would love a veggie burger right now

YES, THERE IS such a thing as a vegetarian burger. Don't bug me now. Good night

with you

I have a long weekend coming up (and by long I mean both Saturday And Sunday are off), and I cannot wait. I remember a time when I'd just moved to this city and dreaded the weekends as days which would just remind me of how few friends I had around, how the few of them had better things to do, and how much I missed the one person who tolerated me most successfully. Well, he's here now.

the sky 

could be blue

I don't mind

Without you

it's a waste of time

- Coldplay, Strawberry Swing

how I love the song. how I love this line. 

and how I love that it makes sense to me. 

Wonderbot Diaries

Hello my blog readers, 

I have decided to start a new blog. Its called wonderbotdiaries.blogspot.com. You can find it in my list of blogs. I had originally started this blog with inspiration by James Kochalka. (He draws a comic for each day of his life and puts it up on his website, and its very entertaining). Well, eventually it just turned into a vent and bitch blog for me to write about all that was going wrong with my life - with noone but me to read it, but it was a dear diary blog. You understand. 

Anyway, since I have been drawing a bunch of pointless little 'comic strips' on and off this blog, I have decided to try a new project and see if I can come up with one for at least two days in my week which describes something which happened to me in my life in that week.  

Not very sure if I should set two fixed days seeing as the Photo(s) of the (wednes)day thing was not sustained (by me). In any event, this is the plan, thought I would let you guys know. Please to also check my sexy new blog and await small snippets on my life. 

Why am I doing this? Some sense of purpose. I have always wanted to be an artist, or a photographer. I have always told myself these can be my hobbies as I pursue a professional course etc. Well, it turns out I have found no time to make my hobbies meaningful, no time to learn more and do more. Then I watched this movie Julie and Julia where she just sets this plan for herself. She decides shes stuck in a job she hates (which is not really the case with me) and she is super at cooking - so her husband asks her to try out every recipe in Julia Child's cookbook in a year. Its a challenge, and aim to follow through and her cooking gets better and everyones happy and theres also a blog involved somewhere.

Ok enough of this now. I hope to come through on this idea - let's see where it goes.

Thank you

Cranes, Birds and Sunset - Sexified

I see you baby

shakin' that ass
shakin' that ass

alright

Photo(s) of the (Mon)day

Finally took some photos this weekend on siddharth's sexy tripod. Here they are

Grr.

the saur us.

So I get distracted a lot.

Do not call me incompetent.
Do not call me inefficient.
Do not call me slow, dull, inattentive, indolent, inert, lackadaisical, languid, tired, weary, slack, procrastinating, indifferent, shiftless


You may call me Faffy though. 
And yes, I did randomly copy synonyms for lazy off the net. 

Revised PJ Alert

So I put up the previous post. Went back to work. Worked worked worked. Ordered some dinner. Went into the cafeteria to eat it. IMAGINE MY SURPRISE when I see one of my colleagues sitting there in his sunglasses.

He has conjunctivitis.

Ta da.

Revised PJ Alert post was born. So was my paranoia. My eyes feel itchy.
Do they?

They don't.

Don't they?

Aargh

PJ alert

I did warn you. I am having such a bad day. Such a terrible bad day. Mother of all Mondays.
Help

Gifts will help. Small ones also.
(yes I'm a slime)

ok bye.