breakfast

sangeeta(the name of a restaurant) it shall be. i’d probably have a dosai and a nice cup of filter coffee. no wait, thats too little. probably a couple of idlis and some kesari (sweet dish, can’t find a link to that!). followed by the coffee of course. i hardly get to drink filter coffee, south indian style, except when i am at home with mommy and so that couldn’t be missed out on.

no, may be the lil shop on the roadside would be better today. i don’t have too much time anyways. and it’ll save a few rupees and at this time of the month, every paisa saved is a boon šŸ™‚ his vadas are simply superb – not to crunchy, not too soft. just the kinds you could soak in some sambar for a couple fo seconds and savour the perfect dish! yummy, can’t wait to get there.
finally, park the motorcycle in the corner to avoid inconvenience to the heavy rush hour traffic on tank bund road. he’s making poories. wow. maybe a couple of those too…dab a hanky on my mouth least people notice me drooling ;o)

hands washed. the shop, like always, is teeming with customers – weary souls, people who look like hard working folk, filling in their tummies with sumptuous breakfast before breaking out into the race for the day. i’m in line, waiting to ask for my own plate.

just subconsciously run my hand over my pocket, and realise…

…that i forgot my wallet at home.

no money. no breakfast.

laugh at myself – at how my beautiful 10 minute dream on my way to work is quickly shattered.

move on. maybe tomorrow.

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its wednesday and i am grateful for

1) having remembered to be grateful

2) my friend B and the family for making me miss the few good things that i had, and thus making me realise how important these thing are

3) my other friend s, for she just wouldn’t give up on me!

4) my newest blogger pal eric, for having put up an interesting quote by thoreau, and by the time i could borrow it, having deleted it, thus prompting me to do some research and learn a lot in the process!

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Society is commonly too cheap. We meet at very short intervals, not having had time to acquire any new value for each other. We meet at meals three times a day, and give each other a new taste of that old musty cheese that we are. We have had to agree on a certain set of rules, called etiquette and politeness, to make this frequent meeting tolerable and that we need not come to open war. We meet at the post-office, and at the sociable, and about the fireside every night; we live thick and are in each other’s way, and stumble over one another, and I think that we thus lose some respect for one another. Certainly less frequency would suffice for all important and hearty communications. Consider the girls in a factory, — never alone, hardly in their dreams. It would be better if there were but one inhabitant to a square mile, as where I live. The value of a man is not in his skin, that we should touch him.

– Henry David Thoreau

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15 thoughts on “breakfast

  1. ADITI,the practice has been copied from a blog friend of mine – u’ll find the link (novel) on my page šŸ™‚ but yeah, i am beginning to like it too – it makes me feel humble.actually, i was waiting for the delicious items too. all i did finally was gaze at all the ‘items’ – both in the hotel, and on all the movie posters on the wall :)TELL ME…,aren’t u just playing with words? i mean – broken belief, changed belief – are they not the same? lemme think about it.and its funny u know – i mean reading replies to my comment here – i kinda have to go back, read ur blog, to make sense of what u were talking about :)MISS I,skipping breakfast happens every other day. and yeah, have heard from just abt everybody the ill effects of missing breakfast.but i usually hav the same stuff, and it gets boring eating out šŸ˜¦ wil u take some pity and provide a hungry soul some good iyer saapadu :))

  2. Interesting first bit of the post…where I could understand the sense of your sentences but not at all what you were really talking about. Those names are completely unknown to me :)And they were unknown to you too, since you forgot your wallet hahha Hope you’re not hungry now!

  3. Oh, don’t – Indian breakfasts are so delicious and you made my mouth water and then … NOTHING! I haven’t been in India for two years and one week.. :-(Glad of the reminder of Thoreau – I read him in my teens and never since then. Worth another look, I think.

  4. i was just pondering howi realize it’s “grateful”dayhowever – everytime i read yourpost i see gratitude -as you have such a positivejoyful curious attitide for everything…and a nice littlemeasure of quizzical questioning…nice to know you are grateful thatyou remembered to be grateful:)

  5. …..that i forgot my wallet at home...happened to me too..lolzz but i feel it’s so anoying..hope you had your great breakfast the other day..

  6. nice post! but then had u written the paragraphs abt breakfast as being somebody else? as in standing in someone elses shoes, thinking, feeling wat he mustve and then penned it down here?

  7. ADITI,yes i did, thanks :)DEVIL,not anymore. the things u cudn’t understand are names south indian foods, hence :)Z,:) can’t stop smiling at your comment. yes, delicious they are. in fact, i’m so used to them, everytime i have a continental breakfast (or whatever is served here in the name of that!) i find it so….plain :)come to india soon, and we’ll give u lotsa delicious breakfast! oh, and thoreau is definitely worth a re-look.

  8. MISS I,thanks a ton. why wud i wanna re consider it?SOPHIE,u are very observant…u listen to the unspoken words and it is a rare quality indeed.*bearhugs*ANON,hyderabad ledu. idi madras :)ASH,yeah, i love the quote to, in fact, i read it a dozen times and still haven’t had enough of it.

  9. GANGA,doesn’t annoy me so much actually!SHITRINT,strange thing u’ve said. its not something that i intended to do – i mean, while composing the post. i suppose it cud be out of habit – i tend to look at myself from the ‘outside’ quite often – gives me a clearer perspective!

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