fries and ketchup...let's catch up

Yes, there's a lot to be done...
scores of books to be read...tons of knowledge to be gained...
yet to be a lot wiser ... a lot matured...
need that extra practice on tt...for the match...
a little more push to complete the unfinished project...
an extra hour on that file...
one more hour of meeting...
a few more discussions...
few notices to be drafted...it's already late to be posted...
shopping with mom...catching up with dad...
kitchen needs a spruce up...
the room a good good clean...

i know there's a lot to be done...

yet i dress up cool and take that ride...
to the far faraway house below the mountains...
to take a day off...
have a leisurely lunch...
gossip nonesense... talk wild...
feel the breeze...take a snap
while the others nap...

coz my dear, it's sabbath day!

kris' place has featured twice...and it takes me by surprize everytime i go there by the mere nearness of it to the mountains... ...so close.
we lazed out in her newly furnished room, flipping channels...gossiping ...sipping coffee and tasting her hand on custard desserts. ...Hot french fries out of stove...and a lazy afternoon nap...yummy!

pineappy today

one of my first memories of pineapple is drinking its juice in a dark cinema hall. i went to a movie with few of my school friends, i think it was Caravan by eric valli. still in school uniform, we were yet to have our tiffin break. but we were maintaining discipline as we did in class - not eating. i think it was during interval we heard the scuffle of packets opening up. my best friend then, handed me her usual water bottle that she carried to school. she said - mom made some pineapple juice at home - try it. i did - and i loved it. pineapple has been my favorite since then - which reminds me of the rule - first impression is half the work done - usually works for me.

the hard tough covering is quite unassuming of the soft, sweet, juicy inside it has. and the craftsmenship it takes to take off those covers is quite a game. the challenge is to waste as little of the fruity part and take off all the unedible. when i go for a pineapple today, the fruitman is quite clean to remove all the polka dots on its white surface - what he calls the 'eyes' on the pineapple.

once its hard covers are out, there are no other peels, no seeds, nothing - just the fruit n you - yummy!

i once tried pineapple rice with a friend in Boat Quay. i was quite amused when it was brought in an actual pineapple shell - interesting. the rice was a lil-pineappy-sweet too. hmm...

remember a day

i usually tend to remember this place while i feel down and low, like when most of us remember god - when we are sad, and not when we are up and happy, and of no cares about rest of the world. but today is an exception. i feel good and preppy today. again that is not the absolute case . i feel definitely bogged down by work and the hectic pressure that i feel on my shoulders and the head and the brain - everywhere basically. days just roll by if you let it, and then you try to hold it but they just slip by. i try for 'activities' on my days so that they are memorable days to stay and not slip by. we went for a good solid TT practice the other day. it was after such a long time that the whole two hours in two weeks felt pretty worthwhile - of all the sweat. all three of us were at a table tennis bat after many many years - it gave us that added excitement at having found that time, energy and the bat to be playing it for solid two hours. we didn't care whether we were winning or losing or whether that cut, shot and smash were actually on the table - we just hit it. shris took us out for lunch yesterday - for no special reason and it was an awkard group - which had never lunched out together before, so it was kind of odd broken conversations all along. shris and i then decided to meet up in the evening for cliche - friendship day's sake. first, i texted her a different venue after having reached the one we decided on. then, she texted me about three times saying: you go home, i am going to be late. so after three pages of ET and an americano, i was headed home. the usual stuff after that - lot of tv, helping around the kitchen, gossip with mom, update with dad, few pages of the bedside book and the tv again before bed. that's why i say, i need activity yaar and maybe more time and energy for that . time, more than energy - otherwise, immemorable, inconsequential and 'me too', look alike days just slip by - one day after another and they turn into weeks, months and horrifying years. when we will meet up in grey hairs and wobbling tooth - i don't want to say - we should have done something to remember our days. this reminds me of a melodious floyd song - remember a day! it actually goes reee-member a day we were born - a day before today.the song is totally out of context of what i speak year. it is just the word 'remember' which triggered that song. yet another evening to spend today- hopefully a memorable one, otherwise this day passes as yesterday.