Friday, February 20, 2009

What it takes to be a non-vegetarian

I do not want to advocate for or against non-vegetarian food.. Let me just tell you that I am not against vegetarian food. I give due respect to all food, whatever it be BUT given a choice between veg and non-veg, I would ALWAYS prefer non-veg over veg. I am not a non-vegetarian who cant survive without fish or chicken, but yes, its hard for me to survive only on veg for a long time.

After a long time, I had this very bad desire to have non-veg one day afternoon. Although it is indeed a frequent desire..just that that day , it had reached the peak (to be very precise). So that day afternoon, I decided to have chicken from the office cafeteria.. Stood in the queue, collected my food coupon. Moved to the next queue for collecting the food. Now, only on that particular day, I don't know from where this queue came up for non-veg food. Anyways, anything for non-veg..and I waited for my turn..

Now in between, there were people who could not understand what a queue was and was barging in and taking food. The worst was one more guy who barged in just before me, asked the person at the counter, to keep food for him by the time he goes and collects his token from the first counter. Ridiculous! And my turn comes, and this person at the food counter tells me.."No more chicken" ... Ha!!

I was so pissed off...that I didnt know I should be:
1. angry at him..for letting people barge in..take their food and just walk away, leaving a set of fools to wait in that stupid queue.
2. angry with the person at token counter who could have been well informed of how much food is available and could issue tokens accordingly.
3. angry with MYSELF for letting every person to break the queue.

I was so furious with this incident.. I went to the token counter, told him the situation and asked my money back. And this guy tells me to have veg meals..."VEG MEALS" place of "NON VEG MEALS" dare he!! I was like....aaahh...Cant explain in words what I really felt at that moment.. I said "NO! I WANT MY MONEY BACK!"

I went back to my cubicle...and let out my frustration there on my system, my phone..where all I could!

And Santosh and Geetha were still wondering how to console me to get back for lunch!

I don't how everyone feels, but when I am deprived of food I love...especially non-veg, I feel real frustrated! Many a times, I have ordered dosa, I haven't got it..I never felt frustrated..I have peacefully shifted to some other food..

Its been a long time that I have really hit that point of frustration in my life. Anyways..I have always been proud to be a non-veg and really glad when I have non-veg and I really cant help it when I am deprived of non-veg.

I know one thing for sure...that day if anyone would have to console me or talk to me at that particular moment, he/she would have a piece of my mind.

I am really scared now, thinking how I felt that day.Seriously..I am in deep trouble if my love for non-veg takes me to this extreme.

Although this is not related..but now I am reminded of a statement I made and I loved it myself. I had some issue with my system and couldn't access internet when I was damn sure the network was fine. I could only explain the situation as follows "Its like having hyderabadi biriyani in front of you on a the day you have taken lent / some religious fasting / vratham."

I am just wondering..even network issues, I had to connect to non-veg food? Am I so obsessed about non-veg?

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Out of sight, out of mind

Now that I am reminded of my schooldays, I am reminded of a story I had in my school English textbook..I don't remember the entire story or its name but I remember the summary of the story.

The story goes like this..

Some kids are playing hide and seek. And one of the kids hide in the cupboard waiting to be found..He waits and waits but no one finds him. The story describes the feelings and thoughts the small boy undergoes when he is waiting to be found..After a long time, when he finds no one has found him yet, he comes out of his hiding place all tell everyone that he won...

He comes out and finds all the other kids playing some other game. While our hero was hiding, the other kids had some fight. The mother in order to stop them from fighting encourages them to change the game. They had completely forgotten this small boy altogether.

The ignominy of being forgotten...the feeling of not recognizing his victory forces the small boy to cry.

Story, I believe, ends here..

There is one statement which struck me in this whole of my favorite lines since then.. "Out of sight, out of mind"..

I don't know why, but from the very day I have read that story I have somehow attached myself to the boy who got forgotten. Even today that feeling prevails in me .. Somehow or the other I feel I have undergone the same situation in various phases of my life... The ignominy of being forgotten!

O Captain! My Captain!

One of my favourite poems from childhood days:

The poem is written by Walt Whitman in memory of Abraham Lincoln.

O Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! My Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up--for you the flag is flung for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

Monday, February 2, 2009


I got up today morning with a very bad headache..and I was telling Priya about the same. I was concluding that the headache was because of sleeping too much yesterday. She agreed to it and just thought of counting the hours I spent sleeping...Both of us were shocked when we finally derived at the count!

I slept at 12 am on Feb 1st. Woke up at 12.30 pm on Feb 1st. Then again slept at 4.30 pm and woke up at 6.30 pm. And again slept at 10.30 pm and woke up at 5.45 am on Feb 2nd.

Total = 12.50 + 2.00 + 7. 15 = 21.75 hours ~ 22 hours.

Out of 29 hours, I slept 22 hours... i.e, I was awake for only 7 hours....

I had lots of things to complete yesterday..lots to study..lots of things to complete on the only day of the weekend I got.. and I spent sleeping ....

Priya commented at last, once she got over the hangover of the count, "I am shocked that only your head is aching and nothing else has happened"