food blog

You might have eaten in the best restaurants, may be the ones, with the finest ambience, even the ones with the finest menus, but i value the food that i have at small hotels, cozy ones, with a nice manager, nice people serving food and so on. Its been a while i have been to one of them. Its a small mess near our flat here, a small two room setup on the first floor of an old building, having a narrow stair case, and around 6 tables. The street that leads to the place is dirty and the mess itself cant be called the cleanest place. Buts i like the space there, most of the tables will be free , there is no rush, no noise. There is no menu, you just go in, eat what they have for you and go back. I like the combination of dhal, rice and ghee they give, and the curd, these AP fellows make the best curd. And the vegetables curry, carrots for the day, and i call it uncivilized carrots. Salt level is a tad high(nothing that u cant mask with curd), the colour of carrots is black and red, the onions even show green colour, but they are damn tasty. And also i felt this bond with my own place since there are similarities in the cusine hidden deep inside.

late night bloggin

Kinda feeling good about that, normally i would see fellow bloggers bloggin away at midnight and would think when i will get such a chance. I have to stay late tonight, typing away redundant html codes, thinking about interesting design constraints(just thoughts though) and cursing myself at being inefficient at that. But its been a while since i wanted to write a free open blog. And atleast i am drunk enough by the silence of the night that i dont care about writing the wrong stuff. I am just going to write.

And thinking of drinking, last few weeks i am being the regular non drinker at the regular drinkers club. What else to do, i dont have a decent non drinking company here. I used to enjoy it when i was in Trivandrum. I had my manager, who is a very great guy, as my company along with two great friends. My manager used to get smooth philospy out when he drinks and he will talk in english. Those were good guys, they would never ask me to join them. And i used to enjoy the ambience and the great cooking of the bars in trivandrum(precisely two, out of which one was too good). But i dont feel like that here. After being with their mature company, these fellows just bore me to death. They used to enjoy alchohol while these fellows , dont seem to do that. I dont know why they are drinking at all.

Ok then what, kinda feeling down about suppressing my own voice. I had to politely refuse when my friend offered to forward me the mms video of a delhi school having sex with her boy friend. And one comment from a woman, a teacher shook me a little, "Voice comes only when two hands meet", couldnt swallow the implicit tone, obviously she is proud of her own chastity. But its a little girl and shes a teacher. I think we should stop making big noise about these things.

Things i miss in hyderabad

When i had my job in trivandrum, the first 8 months i used to travel 15 kms a day by two buses. I used to have the company of a bus full of little school going children, all cheerful and noisy. They would be with me for half the distance. I would listen to the little boys playing silly games and little girls chatting. Then i used to walk a little every day on the same path, which runs through a residential area. The whole travel thing gives you a lot of space even if the buses are crowded and even when you are travelling the same path every day. Looking back from here they all look interesting, though i might have been a lot bored with them some times. The worst would be the wait for buses. Most of the days i used to wait for around 1 hour in the night at a bus stop which did not have even a bench to sit. I used to think of making concrete benches there. 1 hour is a lot of time to stand alone and you get the craziest thoughts in your head.

Later i moved in with my grandpa at a house closer to my office. Living with grandpa was kinda difficult and the lack of freedom hit me really hard. And then again my escape was the quite and calmful 3 km stretch from my house to the office. Many days i used to walk both ways and i had about 6 combinations of paths to take. One of these paths passed through a residential area housing most of the the state ministers. Huge, old and beautiful buildings with lot of grand trees around. And a i used to touch two schools in the way, so again the company of little children. Then there was the 7th way by getting on a bus and then i have to walk only half a km. Mostly i took that way in the night when i give company to my friends for dinner. That way had a church like thing with people doing mass prayers most of the time. And a girls hostel in a beautiful old fashioned house guarded by two ferocious dogs. Just accross you see a huge unmaintained pond which looked very inviting. A great place to commit suicide. The pentecost prayer hall also used to entice me a lot. I used to call somebody(mostly nihas) when i had a chance to walk this way.

So on a whole i miss mobility, space and those charming paths. Another thing would be people with whom i communicate via telepathy. And the children.

And the little things, like the small tea shops, fish curry meals, occassional film festivals, sea food ...