Confessions of a glutton

You'll find two categories of people:
1. Those who eat to live .
2. Those who live to eat.
Luckily, I fall into the second category :) Its the egg curry, my Mom cooked tonite for dinner, which is actually making me to write this post. Looking back, something I enjoyed the most is EATING. Well I am trying to recollect some most awesome delicious mouth-watering superb food i ate till date. I've been and still am a great fan of chapati+kurma made in a small hotel in Narakoduru ( grandma's place). That hotel does not have a name, a very small place, nearly the size of my BITS Hostel room. But man, trust me, you'll lick your fingers for sure after eating the kurma, sooooooooo delicious. I has aloo, mutter and meal maker balls in perfect proportions along with a heavy dose of MASALA :D You can ask for unlimited amount of curry for only one chapathi and the best part is one chapathi comes only for 6 rupees. Enough of kurma, lets move to equally good other things. Most pf the people living in Vijayawada should know this. The OFFICERS CLUB(or OFFICERS COLONY? Don't remeber the exact name) . The special there- Mysore Bajji :) So soft, so smooth( a bit oily though). The triangualar love story between the bajji, chuney and sambar is extremely sentimental and emotional. First, you wanna eat the bajji with chuney, immediately after you finish two to three bites, you wanna taste bajji with sambar!!!! The battle continues between chutney and sambar for a while untill you finally decide to eat all the three at a time (yessssssssssssssssssssssss!!!thats the taste) By the time you try all the combinations you'll find that you've eaten all the bajjis. But, here's the twist, a small quantity of chutney and sambar are still left in your plate. Come on dont wait for the cleaner to grab your plate. Put the chutey in your mouth and drink the sambar quickly. Just to clarify, removing the bajji and uniting sambar and chutney doesnt signify or in no way refer to gays or lesbians.

Enough for now. I think I'll have to write more in this series. Cya later.

-GariK

Self Conscience of a Screw driver

What does it take to be a screw-driver?

Trust me, being a screw driver is not easy. A screw-driver spends majority of his time cursing himself. Each time I screw up something, which I've already screwed up once before in the past, I end up cursing myself like hell. I know that life is not a cakewalk, but why has it become a catwalk(?) for me. And the more confusing part, I always end up finding smart patches for my clumsy acts and that makes me really proud of my responsive behavior in unscrewing things(My Vocabulary!!!My foot!!!) This always made people unaware of screwdriverhood. Ironically, there are a section of people who appreciate me about my presence of mind. Mind? My Mind!!! Do I even have one?? Where is it?? Well, i really don't mind if I don't have a mind. But, somehow I got to stop screwing up things, applying smart patches to them, cursing myself and being jealous about non-screwdrivers(should this term be anti-screwdrivers?).

Till date, being a non-screwdriver(or anti-screwdriver) has been my greatest fascination. If I couldn't really become one, I shall atleast try and pretend.