Thursday, October 20, 2011

Thayirun Jaadham

The humble curd rice is a brilliant way to bloat up that ponch of yours without all that tedious mucking about with Pan Galactic Gargle Blasters. The recipe is simple too. 
  
Take one helping of cooked rice fresh from the cooker but cooled to slightly above room temperature. 
Nicely spread it around the plate for max. surface area.
Add roasted curry leaves, spices and condiments from the Anjarapetti and watch it crackle over the rice.
Pour into it one measure of thick, solid curd and watch it alchemize into rice and spices. Take care not to let it mix with the pickle. Not yet.
Drop in half a spoon of Avakkai thokku for touching. This is Indian Manga, don't confuse it with the Japanese.
Make a circular hole of diameter 2cm and pour hot, spicy sambhar into it, in memory of all bongs who have died eating sweet curd rice (Mishti Dhoyi) all their life. Ugh.
Sprinkle coriander leaves and chopped onion, reminiscent of all things kickass.
Eat moderately fast, as others might finish it.
"Adi Venna Aana Kutti" ("Last butter, my small elephant". Hard to explain)


Alternate recipe which tastes just as good (but only after class):
One cup curd from the mess, one helping of semi-cooked rice. Mash up. Lays chips. Eat like a boss (Don't mind if others crack curd rice jokes while stealing chips). Take an ice cream (for awesome afternoon-sleep-induced dreams).


Curd Rice PJ: 
Why is curd rice a good conversation starter?
Because it's called Dhahi Baath. Yeah.

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Banter

Me: So, what do you want to do in ARBITS? Firstly, what do you think ARBITS does?
Jr.: Isn't it OurBITS? (Hand motion indicative of collective bonding and love)
Me: Association of Rock, BITS.
Jr.: Oh. (Awkward)
Me: Yeah.

(On the way to Pahadi, a small hillock)
II: Why did you do that?!
NS: Do what?
II: You just threw that (plastic) chips cover on the ground!
NS (With a wan smile): But it was... empty.
(II stares, stunned. Owned, actually)

Random Man (At the Ghatam): Matka kiske liye? Paani barte ho kya gharmi mein?
Me: Nahin, play karne ke liye. (He is confused)
Man (At my emergency fan): Yeh kya, heater hai kya? 
Me:  Nahin, fan hai. Battery mein chalta hai, Bijli se nahin. (Though batts were recharged by power from socket)
Man: Oh Badiya... Kahan se ho? 
Me: Chennai.
Man: Something something Baap kya kaam something something?
Me: Vey NIT Trichy mein professor hai..
Man: Accha, NIT Trichy...
Me: Aap k-k-kaun...? (Yeah, I had completely exhausted my Hindi capabilities)
Man: Oh you dont know me? Im your supree, superintendent... You don't know me?
Me (standing up): Oh! good afternoon sir.
Man: Arey, koi baat nahin... (Leaves with a smile, and later to himself) He doesn't know me...

Me: FIFA '11 sucks dude. I still swear by FIFA '98.
Venky: FIFA '98 has a key in the keyboard for everything. '11 is for pros.
Me: Your mom.
Venky: Why my mom?
Me: Because my life is bro.
Venky: Your life is what? (Not-worth-continuing-this-conversation-face) 
Me (smug): We should record these. Profound stuff, you know.

Friday, October 7, 2011

Hiatus

   As you can see, there are better excuses to give for seeing a deadline whoosh by than the ones that involve general laziness, pseudo-nerding and thinking profound thoughts in the comfort of my wafer-thin bed. I shall also say that I'm sorry for being such an ass and shall post more frequently in the future. I'm after all better than all my dear friends who started a blog (with colorful gay backgrounds and alternating small and capital letter titles like "mY tHoUgHTs!!") and later conveniently met with a "writer's block" (as Suyash puts it) after the first post itself.
And so here I am. Lets quench your thirst.
   The last few days have been quite brilliant. Went for a trip to Mussorie and places around it and had awesome fun. The 16 hour long bus journey notwithstanding, it's quite an experience to watch the landscape shift right in front of your eyes as the miles pass by. For example, the journey from the Pilani in Rajasthan to the Haryana border is as my dad says, "kilometers and kilometers of nothingness". The journey through the heart, fields and highways of Haryana gives you the expression that women are extinct and Haryanvis do nothing but booze at the local tekha and chill near the roads. And Mussorie is a catalog of history frozen in time, replete with British manors and hilly roads greenery spewed all over the place. Excellent Momos too. I shall write about that later.
   Pilani is going through tough times now, what with lightning storms marking the start of the sem, ravaging through the sports fest. Now we have extreme 4-5 hour long power cuts frustrating things up, day and night. I'm thanking my stars for getting that emergency fan-cum-light at the beginning itself. This tech wonder which was gifted by my parents to help me study during blackouts is now being put to much better use- sleep, ensuring peace of mind and a nice ponch. As they say, we have survived for 60 odd years and shall keep weathering the storm as long as the water table in this desert doesn't run out and the roof doesn't give in.