Tinga Tinga Tinnnnggaaaa
Since I've been nudged (and I love that feature, I swear), I post. Problem: I have no idea as I am typing this out, what it will turn out to be about (was that bad grammar? I do hope it was, I like my friends served squirming these days).
So yeah, my mood is particularly evil these days. Not to mention hungry.
Despite the warnings of various well-meaning people, most of my days are spent sampling various kinds of culinary... er.. samplings. This is something I have brought back from my Jaipur visit a while back. Did I not tell you about it? Let's take a random digression:
I was in the pink city for about 2 days. It was my first visit to Rajasthan, don't you know? First thing that strikes you when you enter that place is how un-Rajasthan like it is. I mean, no sand dunes, lots of trees and water, and nary a camel in sight. But that's because the geography is really close to Delhi and Haryana. The dunes et al start from Udaipur etc., I'm told. (I also lie: the first thing that actually strikes you is Amber fort, all done up nicely.)
When you start noticing the buildings, you realize how most of them are made to resemble forts and such(some of them actually are forts, by the way). Not so un-Rajasthan like anymore, huh? As is the case with most places with history, it has lots of museums, old structures, heritage spots, and “white-friendly” places.
It's also full of hospitable waiters who will feed you food like there was no tomorrow. arunjeetsingh will testify to these two things: That place prides itself in its food, and they love their Sikh dudes. The last night I spent there was mostly spent being fed by the truckloads, and then trying feebly to convince myself that it was mostly low fat (it wasn't, not really.) Now I know why the churan (digestive chewies) in that place is really famous. There was this King (Sawai Madho Singh the First, I think) they had who was like 7 and a half feet tall with a 4 and a half feet chest. Dude weighed 250 odd Kg.
No wonder.
So that is what I have brought back from that city: a ravenous appetite. While there are friends of mine trying not to puke on the food they eat, here I am blessed by being smack bang in the middle of this humongous mothership of restaurants, stalls, kiosks and whatnots.
Out with friends on weekends, I dine on food -- very foody food, these days, for that's what I crave -- and on weekdays, I usually find myself waiting for the magical LED number thingamajig at a food court to display my number. I sit in front of a window, sometimes catching a glimpse of my reflection, sometimes talking to workmates, sometimes tracking pigeons with my eyes as they do that erratic flight thing hungry urban pigeons have devised, but always conscious of the ding that spells my food's arrival. I find something vaguely Zen like about my relationship with the LED thingamajig.
Sometimes I also go eat out on weeknights, with some Coraciiformes Alcedinidae to wash it down. Talk of football, women, politics, cricket, and women has been known to happen too. However, I am now going to make like Charlie Brown and hide under my blanket. My foodie days are now on hold because something has happened. Something that involves the bottom pinching of a dude (not me), by another dude (not me). This brings us to the end of this highly random post about random things, wherein I state with utmost certainty that my hungry hungry hippo days are on a state of hiatus until I can be sure that ass terrorism has been wiped clean from my city.
I wish I knew some Danish cartoonists.
(Sorry for wasting your friend page real estate.)
So yeah, my mood is particularly evil these days. Not to mention hungry.
Despite the warnings of various well-meaning people, most of my days are spent sampling various kinds of culinary... er.. samplings. This is something I have brought back from my Jaipur visit a while back. Did I not tell you about it? Let's take a random digression:
I was in the pink city for about 2 days. It was my first visit to Rajasthan, don't you know? First thing that strikes you when you enter that place is how un-Rajasthan like it is. I mean, no sand dunes, lots of trees and water, and nary a camel in sight. But that's because the geography is really close to Delhi and Haryana. The dunes et al start from Udaipur etc., I'm told. (I also lie: the first thing that actually strikes you is Amber fort, all done up nicely.)
When you start noticing the buildings, you realize how most of them are made to resemble forts and such(some of them actually are forts, by the way). Not so un-Rajasthan like anymore, huh? As is the case with most places with history, it has lots of museums, old structures, heritage spots, and “white-friendly” places.
It's also full of hospitable waiters who will feed you food like there was no tomorrow. arunjeetsingh will testify to these two things: That place prides itself in its food, and they love their Sikh dudes. The last night I spent there was mostly spent being fed by the truckloads, and then trying feebly to convince myself that it was mostly low fat (it wasn't, not really.) Now I know why the churan (digestive chewies) in that place is really famous. There was this King (Sawai Madho Singh the First, I think) they had who was like 7 and a half feet tall with a 4 and a half feet chest. Dude weighed 250 odd Kg.
No wonder.
So that is what I have brought back from that city: a ravenous appetite. While there are friends of mine trying not to puke on the food they eat, here I am blessed by being smack bang in the middle of this humongous mothership of restaurants, stalls, kiosks and whatnots.
Out with friends on weekends, I dine on food -- very foody food, these days, for that's what I crave -- and on weekdays, I usually find myself waiting for the magical LED number thingamajig at a food court to display my number. I sit in front of a window, sometimes catching a glimpse of my reflection, sometimes talking to workmates, sometimes tracking pigeons with my eyes as they do that erratic flight thing hungry urban pigeons have devised, but always conscious of the ding that spells my food's arrival. I find something vaguely Zen like about my relationship with the LED thingamajig.
Sometimes I also go eat out on weeknights, with some Coraciiformes Alcedinidae to wash it down. Talk of football, women, politics, cricket, and women has been known to happen too. However, I am now going to make like Charlie Brown and hide under my blanket. My foodie days are now on hold because something has happened. Something that involves the bottom pinching of a dude (not me), by another dude (not me). This brings us to the end of this highly random post about random things, wherein I state with utmost certainty that my hungry hungry hippo days are on a state of hiatus until I can be sure that ass terrorism has been wiped clean from my city.
I wish I knew some Danish cartoonists.
(Sorry for wasting your friend page real estate.)