Skip to main content

Mood cries foul!

In keeping with my all too foul mood, I shall now recount tales and thoughts that will make people wince. Wince rhymes with mince. And I don’t eat meat anymore. Sigh.

When J was in Mumbai, we went to Hard Rock CafĂ©. After HRC, we drove to Nariman Point and thought we’d take a walk there. This was opposite NCPA – that spot in Mumbai where wealth never diminishes and dreams never crumble and taxis are always hailed with panache, etc. etc. (I, on the other hand, work in Marol. S-I-I-G-H!.)

So, J and I were generally talking about our trip in December, and how she misses Pune (by which, she only means Koregaon Park – the snob…catch her speaking fondly of Swargate or Kharkee…HA HA HA HA!). A little ahead from where we walked, a man was lying down on his stomach on the parapet. We stopped, wondering if it were safe to continue. After all, it was 3 a.m. and there was no-one else on the road. Our other friends and Cy were on the other end of the walkway.

Then the man pulled himself ahead a little and started retching. J and I grimaced and turned back. On the way, though, we discussed how good vomiting was – as a concept. Sure, it’s yucky when you watch someone do it. And yes, it’s wholly unpleasant when you do it as well. But the notion that your body’s taking a firm stand – of deciding to not accept anything else and forcefully cleansing your system – that’s quite commendable. It’s very heartening that even if one has been a chipmunk at the dinner table and nibbled through everything, at some point your body will take charge. The innards will proclaim ‘Enough is enough!’ and hurl the impostors out. And after that, although your body might feel weak and ravaged, it’s clean and tender. You want to tend to it carefully by sipping and eating all things delicate.

Yes, vomiting is good.

While we are on this nauseous subject, I recollect an incident I had in my first job. A colleague and I sat down for lunch. My colleague opened a tepid lunch-box with some cutlets and soggy fries. (My colleague was waif-thin, by the way.) As we had a microwave in the office, I wondered if she’d like to heat up her food.

Won’t you warm it before eating?”, I asked her, pointing to her tiffin.

WHAT! NO!”, she shouted. “I don’t need to vomit or anything like that! Some people are genetically thin, you know!”

He he. That WAS funny!

Comments

Does a foul mood tend to brighten others' moods? :) Great stories.
Anonymous said…
Lol. Warm it = Vomit! :) I cannot stop laughing. Nice. Waise people down in the south would probably called vomit as warmit.

Another good blog. I have been finding blogs through blogadda.com and it's fun to read entries that make you laugh at the start of the day!
skar said…
ROFL@warm it incident! =))
Magical Homes said…
Not sure how I landed here...i think from iscribblehere. But awesome writing. Will be a regular

Popular posts from this blog

First Impressions: How to Get Away with Murder (Netflix)

 I love courtroom dramas.  I love non-linear storytelling. I love thrillers. I love tender love stories that embellish such series of grit, grime, and blood. This series delivers on all counts, dips somewhat after a couple of seasons, gets uneven and predictable (when it is less courtroom and more drama) and then finishes strong. The series centers around Annalise Keating who is a fierce, black criminal lawyer who also teaches a class in criminal law (which she calls 'How to Get Away with Murder'). As a teaching methodology, she gets her class to weigh in on her live cases. Part of her strategy also involves picking a handful of promising students and have them work in her 'lab' where they get to help her in strenuous arguments and civil suits, etc. The plot thickens, a murder happens, people get involved, incriminated, incarcerated, and dead. I found a couple of characters in this cast to be really unlikeable - Michaela, Laurel, and Bonnie. After the first couple of se

That kind of a day, that kind of a thought

 It was Eid and Ekadashi today. Thus far, I have managed to keep the fast for Ekadashi. But we still have 2 hours to go so...let's see. I had this urge to go to a temple. There is a small one near my house. Today it was filled with people singing keertans. So I went to the  Iskcon. I like the temple. It's so big and bustling. It's organised and musical.  But today was very crowded. Usually I go to temples and do a quick pranaam without offering flowers or fruits. But I felt like buying a thali. I got one with some fruits, tulsi leaves and a single marigold flower that lay there like a fully energized petaled sun. There was a long queue and I was already feeling stressed in the pit of my stomach. But the line kept moving and just like that, I had my darshan and I got done.  I came out and thought of getting a flower for the pooja room in my home. I bought a lotus. The florist fluffed out the petals and it looked like a sweet little bird.  I caught an auto back and as is my n

A very bad mood

 I have been trying to sleep for a while but have not been able to. I am in a very bad mood. Turns out I am very averse to change. Things are crap.  Deep breaths are not helping. I am feeling very trapped. The anger and irritation is quite intense. Let me take a few moments to just quietly watch myself.  Works