Random thoughts

I had been very busy the past two weeks, A customer site training happened in Gurgaon. My first visit to Delhi/NCR area (not counting airport transfers). Knew that I was going to be busy so did not make plans to meet anyone or go sightseeing. The items that I got from there - Paneer and Lettuce only because the grocery store was next to the hotel.

Apple let me know one day that when I give her Apsara sharpner, I should give her Apsara pencils and not the Natraj ones as they are not compatible. After picking up my jaw I tested this theory and it turned out to be true. So in the flight to Delhi instead of thinking about how my presentation is going to be I was spending time thinking in which direction we are moving. Branding in such subtle and important ways that a 6.5 year old could figure this out. Post the trip it is only a para in a post instead of an entire post spewing fumes.

The world did not end today, it just did not feel it would end. I remember how in the very last minute we stocked water and essential items on 31st Dec 1999. How delayed we were in getting caught up in the frenzy as at that time too it felt like a hoax. We were in the US back then.

I have started using my regular everyday use stainless steel utensils in my microwave and they seem to be working fine. Is it another myth that is being busted here?. When we landed in videsh and were told that dishwasher is only for plastic and crockery and I had used the steel utensils that we had carried with us from India and they came out sparkly and squeaky clean with no issues whatsoever for the next 10 years - I think the same thing might come true for the microwave. Only thing is when heating the hotness of the food item is definitely more in the MW safe utensil Vs steel. In both cases the utensil doesn't get heated up. If you wish to try do so at your own risk ;)

I am reading Winner stands alone, feels different from the other Paulo Coelho that I have read so far.

Thats it everybody - Wish you all a Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays.








 

Funny story

I just read MadMomma's account of her clumsiness and I remembered a funny story regarding my clumsiness.

I sometimes end up having bruises on my limbs and do have to replay the day in slow motion to remember where I got hit and against which inanimate object.

Back in 2001, I had a nice big black and blue bruise on my arm, which had come from me runnning into a stationary wall. Added to that, one of my recipes had gone wrong and (I think it was sabudana vada) it had exploded in hot oil which had splashed over my face and neck, nothing too serious, but there were quite some burn marks, which were very easily visible.

It was also the year, where my tendonitis and myositis were at the peak, so I was sitting in a physical therapist's office, waiting for my turn. Another Hispanic gentelman walked into the office for his therapy session.

After a little while he started chatting with me and then he asked me, what had happened to my face, I answered. Then he noticed the big bruise on my arm and asked me about it. I brushed it off saying just some usual thing for me. He sat there thinking for a while, as I was reading my magazine. Suddenly he asks me if I am married and I said yes, then he said, "are you sure your husband didn't do this to you?!". I know in America these are very loaded questions. But still I couldn't control my laughter and had to assure him, it is my personal doing and my poor husband has no role, whatsoever, to play in this.

Thank god I was called in at that very moment and didn't have to meet this guy on my way out. I have had lots of fun narrating this story to one and all and making V go red, with embarrassment.

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