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Category: LIFE HAPPENS (Page 25 of 25)

Freedom???

Since my aunt and uncle are going on a trip to Singapore,I have to move to a hostel here at Bangalore.Though I have a feeling-“Ah!At last,all by myself”,I am a little confused and bewildered.This is mainly due to the loss of few comforts and the gain of few at the same time.To say,I don’t know how far I will be able to access internet(Since I don’t have access to internet at office šŸ™ ).Also,I don’t know if I will be able to convince my dad to get me a “plug to surf” connection.Apart from that,there’s always the problem of food,expenses and all that. On the other side, I have unlimited freedom of exploring places,things and getting settled with the city.However,a small guilty feelingĀ  of making my dad spend more(though necessarily) is residing in the corner of my mind.Though my dad always says-“Education is the first priority for any human and I will give anything to make sure that my children have the best of it”, I could not get over it.That’s a passing feeling that comes and goes,since I was a kid(i.e., whenever I make him spend too much for me).I have made up my mind to get the best out of this opportunity to improve myself in all possible aspects(??????? ???? ??????????????????????) It’s okay. So off to find my free way and I don’t know how I will manage my Blogging,Facebooking(Oh my god!Who will look after my aquarium on Facebook??),Tweeting etc after moving to the hostel.So people, be with me even if I come back after a long time.

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Kitchen galaata :)

Today,my aunt had some work and I thought I will end up in the kitchen.Fortunately, she made all the vegetable dishes and my job was only to cook the rice, which was quite easy.After that, I fought with all the utensils and made them shine. Satisfied with myself, I started watching TV(????? ???? ?????? ??? ???????? ??? ???????????). Then tonight,my aunt called me and gave me a bowl of wheat flour and asked me to knead it.Then began my battle with the flour.However hard I try, I could not get it off my hands(??????? ??????).Somehow i kneaded it into dough and triumphed over it.Then came the problem of making the dough into round shapes for cooking. I tried to do it uniformly and ended up with amoeba shaped ones.??????????????? ??? ????? ?????? ??.At last I opted for the easiest job-transferring the onions from the bag to its respective basket.I opened the cupboard where the basket was kept and someone was waiting to greet me.Yeah,A lizard(Small one.though) and I was in no mood to say hello to it. I took up a broomstick and started chasing it.Omitting the description of the struggle,I come to the point.The lizard won the battle:( ????????? ??? ?????? ???????? ??, ????? ??!

Food- Indeed the vitality!

Staying at my uncle’s residence, I don’t have the problem of food, its taste etc. But problems are meantĀ to come in search of us. So, there again, I faced the most embarrassingĀ situation, when my aunt placed my most hated dish, in front of me for breakfast. I am not used to complain about things at others’ places, however close they may be. I will display my best rebelling behaviour only at home! Apart from instances when I have to eat the dishes which I don’t like( at the same time, being forced by my aunt to eat more(out of her concern for me)), I am having my lunch outside because of a variety of reasons(To avoid troubling my aunt, To have a variety, To have a freedom being some of the many reasons). And When I enter the hotel, I don’t know why people stare at me(maybe it’s written on my forehead, that I am new to the locality). Ignoring the stares, I get my food and settle to eat. The food is good,but I hate it when they make everything with a tinge of sweetness. Sambar,Rasam.. Anything you name-it will have a sweet taste which does not suit me. I was struckĀ by a feeling of confusion when the uthappam I bought was sweet(I stick to dishes that I know of,to be on the safer side). Then again, when you enter the hotel,you are given two choices:
1. Have good food, standing(like in our college canteen).
2. Have the same good food, with a comfortable seat.
the only difference between the two being approximately 50 Rs(It varies from hotel to hotel).
I find this funny. The cost of food is lesser than the cost of having a seat:) Anyway, It’s not unmanageably difficult. So, I conclude with-“Ellam nanmaike”.
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