Thursday, March 19, 2009
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Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Scraping off Pounds at the Bottom of the Me
All it took was for me to announce to my roommates that I was on a diet, for the advice to come pouring in.
It was as though they had been long waiting for just such an announcement from me, so that they could make their palak paneer and buy their Cadbury Bournvilles while being assured in the knowledge that I would not be able to contribute to its diminishment. "Don't eat paneer. It's terrible for you" said my roommate as she devoured her paneer/tomato something cooked in wine. "No potatoes, no rice, eat lots of bread or chapathi, there's this wonderful new diet thing from Horlicks, I'll buy you one of those tomorrow" she said as she smiled, comfortable in the knowledge that it would be fried egg for breakfast for her tomorrow.
As I sighed and chopped up the cucumbers and tomatoes and carrots for my meagre lunch, and tried in vain to get my boyfriend to show me some sympathy and try to stop me from starving myself, KFC meals and burgers wafted in and out of my thoughts.
And a couple of minutes later my other amateur chef of a roommate turned up and announced how she's going to do all the cooking for the next two weeks. Must be one of those years.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Why Babies Cry
"There you've gone and got rid of the goat! I don't know why that father of yours spends so much money on you! First you poison the mockingbird, then you feed the horse the diamond ring and then you break the looking glass - and what a fine looking glass that was - and still your father goes out and buys you a goat! A stinking goat that was only good for eating up all my precious doilies. I thought I'd at least fatten it up for Easter, but that plan just ran out the door!
"He never buys me any of those fancy things. Think how good that diamond ring would've looked on my finger... Oh, now I hope he doesn't go and buy you a cart and bull like he'd promised; then we'll never get that fancy new car I keep nagging him to buy. You'd better keep your little trap shut or I'll scald you alive with this broth I'm cooking!"
The baby merely glared sullenly at the woman and attempted to sink its little teeth into the back of her leg but missed as she moved to turn down the stove.
"Honey, I'm home!" came a happy cry from the front door. As if on cue, the baby started to bawl.
"... and look what I've bought the young 'un..." he continued, in tune with a loud bellowing of what sounded suspiciously like a bull.
